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THE CHIMERA'S TALE
"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality."
Something stirs in the air of Emiri. By now, the strange transmission is everywhere. People are actually beginning to talk about it, though in the quietest sense of the word. Anything in public areas will immediately be ignored, and even then, rumors are quickly snuffed out by the presence of the authorities, who have doubled in number due to the fact Federick Link has gone missing. Questions about his disappearance will not be answered or tolerated; anyone who attempts to even mention the name will be arrested and immediately detained. However, repercussions of Link mysteriously vanishing can be felt planet-wide.
All interplanetary travel has been suspended until further notice. Transportation between cities and from city to Moira (and vice versa) are still possible, but every movement is now heavily monitored. Don't be surprised if you suddenly find yourself stopped or detained for questioning or someone goes through your things. The same night Link goes missing, those aboard the Moira experience a dream or vision. Yet, no one planet-side will even begin to know what is being said if someone decides to ask about them.
 DREAM #1The dream begins with the character's interpretation of a happy relationship, one filled with love and respect. It fades to show the image of Link'd Inc and what they are capable of, the comfort that comes from finding that perfect someone, and the boy's face can be seen, smiling and consoled by the fact that he has done this. He is responsible for this union and will continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience that same joy. Yet, this content will be ruined if the Komai are allowed to persist in spreading these lies of theirs. He wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to chase you away from the possibility of a perfect future.
Waking up is quiet, peaceful. There is an urge to stay that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why would you want to leave?
 DREAM #2The dream begins with your character's interpretation of a failed relationship, one filled with pain and hardship. It fades to show the image of the Komai and what they are trying to stop, the chaos that comes from being forced into a match, and the girl's face can be seen, frowning and upset by the misery that comes from what she has done. She is responsible for this union and does not want to continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience this heartache. Yet, this sorrow will continue if Link'd Inc persists in spreading these lies of theirs. She wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to force you into a possibility of a broken future.
Waking up is loud, violent. There is an urge to leave that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why haven't we left yet?
☄ HARASHANNormally a bright jewel of Emirian culture, Harashan is looking rather ragged in the days that follows the transmission. Members of the Komai, or perhaps sympathizers looking to vent their frustrations, have tagged several buildings and public places with graffiti. Symbols of the Komai are everywhere, as well as denunciations of Link'd Inc in general. BROKEN LINKS? LET'S BREAK THE WHOLE DAMN CHAIN. DOWN WITH LINK! LOVE CAN'T BE FOUND IN A TEST! FREE THE CHILDREN!
The mood is tense. Occasionally, security will try and enforce the law and errant artists can be seen being dragged away. Onlookers appear either suspicious and fearful, and children are virtually nonexistent on the streets. Things are slowly beginning to reach a boiling point, and if one of those trouble makers happens to pin the blame on you, don't say there wasn't ample time to get away.☄ AVELLEThe nightlife is everything. Welcome to Club Supernova.
Once inside, it's difficult to see who is who and what's happening between patrons. The music is loud, the lights are flashing, and it's a hypnotic craze that is easy to be swept up in. Yet, not everyone is having a good time. Perhaps an hour or two into the evening, you notice someone out of place at the bar. Their clothes are dirty, body language almost nervous. With the bartender turned, you watch them slip something into the drinks lined up along the bar. If you go to confront them, they will react in one of two ways. One: they will attempt to cause a commotion in order to slip away. Give chase if you think you can catch them, but inevitably, they will be lost somewhere outside. Two: they whisper "Don't stay here." and promptly bite down hard, the capsule hidden in their mouth breaking and killing them. ☄ ST. MURTELThere's nothing abnormal about a check-up, now is there? You go in, the doctor looks you over, and then you're on your way without much fuss. Yet, what happens when a routine check-up - part of the all-inclusive deal of having taken the Link'd Inc survey - takes a strange turn?
The nurse tells you that your doctor will be right in, but ten minutes turns to thirty, and thirty into an hour. If you choose to leave the room in search of some assistance, you'll discover that the halls are oddly empty; no nurses, doctors, or other patients anywhere around. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement, a quick flash of white—it's a child running in the opposite direction. When (or if) you reach the child, some of you may recognize them, some of you may not. The girl begs you for help, tells you that she doesn't want to do this anymore, but before you have the chance to respond, you're surrounded by officials who take the child away. If you try to stop them from taking the girl, you will be detained and sent back to the Moira with further instructions never to set foot in St. Murtel ever again.Eventually, the captains will come to the crew about finding the Komai in order to do whatever they have to so they can leave. Yet, they know it isn't safe for the entirety of the crew to be split up among the cities and would prefer to search one place--for both safety and a possible quick get-away. There will be a meeting in the mess hall asking for input and to share what anyone has seen or information that might not have been public knowledge to the rest of the crew. This is a ship-wide announcement, so anyone is free to attend.
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The device locked around her wrist is its own identifier in a way, and the enforcer assesses his fellow crewmember carefully as she stalls just in front. Purplish coloration. User frame... mostly. The number of digits is off, but not significantly stranger than half the population of the ship, and given how many variations he'd seen in this system alone, the enforcer's inclined to disregard the difference.
A quick scan of the retreating shapes—avoiding potential trouble, not running for security—and Rinzler straightens, offering a nod in answer. No damage. Or nothing new, at any rate. Tali might notice the dim geometric spidering of an older injury in the enforcer's side, but the cut from his double's disk had mostly repaired by this point, and wasn't enough to impair functionality. Clearly.
Of course, she might also notice the circuit lights built into (past) Rinzler's armor and mask, glowing a steady red-orange as he angled his head slightly to the side. Or the ticking, mechanical sound, a constant rattling where a voice should be. There's no deviation to suggest true speech, but the gesture expresses the question clear enough—at least in Rinzler's estimation. Why is she asking?
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Armour and mask both are alive with circuitry that reminds her bizarrely of some of the lighter armour Shepard used to wear, back when they first met and-- It actually takes a second or two for her to register the odd, mechanical sort of a rasp, it's so steady and constant. It sounds like a malfunction - something broken, then fixed badly and left to rattle away, as long as the whole is still functional. Maybe it's the damage on the side of the armour - an oddly geometric series of...cracks? Breaks? She's not actually sure. Is it armour damage? Personal damage? Who knows.
And there's a telltale comm device on his wrist. Her gaze snaps to it, then back up to the helmet just as the head tilts in a clearly confused gesture. There's an old fear stealing over her, and it annoys her. There are scarier things out there. Much scarier than this.
"You just fell the height of a building, I thought--" You were going to die? "I didn't think anything could have survived that."
She's not fidgeting. She has a tight hold on the hem of her sweatshirt to stop herself. As she starts to agitatedly shift, foot to foot, she puts an abrupt stop to that too, nigh grinding a foot into the ground.
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Still, when he's never encountered the user, it's a little odd. Especially when it seems so directly joined to curiosity.
Maybe someone had actually listened to Tron's warning. Noise skips slightly, and Rinzler wipes the line of processing from cache, offering a shrug in reply. It wasn't a very large building, and the jet had bled off most of the momentum. The rest... well. Rinzler is combat coded. The best. He's supposed to be perfect.
The distant roar of another engine is an almost welcome distraction, and Rinzler steps back into the shadows of the alley, lights dimming to blend in. The patrol ship that passes overhead has the familiar dull colors of Emiri's security, and if it's taking a much more careful distance, the enforcer doubts its appearance so soon after his flight is a coincidence. Time to get off the streets. He takes a step towards the nearest building's entrance, mask turning to glance at the MID-wearing user.
Is she coming?
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The MID around his wrist only makes that war all the more convoluted.
By the time the Emiri security vessel passes overhead, they're both already inside the brightly-lit reception of what...might be an office building, though she's not entirely sure and besides, with the commotion going on outside it's entirely deserted right now. It's just her and...him.
It. Him. She doesn't know.
She doesn't say anything for a long moment when they're inside, though at least the walking does work off some of her excess energy, if nothing else. It gives the adrenaline somewhere to go instead of just making her mouth taste bitter.
"I didn't recognise you - I've never seen you on the Moira before." She sounds stiff, and the words are stiff. It barely feels like her.
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The implied question gets a sideways glance, but if the program registers her tone (he does), it's nothing Rinzler plans to comment on. One orange-lit hand reaches sideways, tapping the device locked to his wrist, and a holographic text display appears, red-orange letters against a dark background.
Import date: -0.7 user months.
Designation: Rinzler.
He's new. Ish.
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"Rinzler," she repeats out loud. Point-seven (user?) months in the area means he's pretty new. There are AI on board, she knows there are and she's tried to keep them out of sight out of mind up to now, but... Well, that's not working out so well now, is it?
"Are you not able to speak?" she asks, still a little stiffly, though the curiosity is starting to seep in more and more. Is the hardware simply not there to simulate vocal communication? Or, much like the geth, is it there and simply not usually needed?
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Communication: not my function.
It's not quite an answer, though in Rinzler's mind, it covers all the concerns worth mentioning. It's not his function, so he doesn't need to speak. Doesn't need a voice at all. Clu said so. And if Clu said a lot that his duplicate has proven false... Rinzler's not Tron. Certainly, he doesn't have the same permissions.
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Not his function. It's not quite an answer, but at the same time - if communication isn't his function, some techs just wouldn't bother installing the capability at all. Language and text communication capabilities for emergencies, but apart from that... Seen and not heard.
Even through the distrust and the nerves, she can't help feeling, in that instant...something like pity.
"What is your function, if you're allowed to say? What--" Then she remembers the ship and changes tack instantly. "Oh - what was the vehicle you were flying? It just vanished out of nowhere, but it didn't look holographic, and you were handling it like..." Well, like an AI given full piloting control - but surely he'd still have to practise. Get used to it. Learn how to control it and adapt to the gravity, weather, terrain in much the same way an organic would. Right?
...The fact that they're climbing stairs has done nothing to stop Tali talking. Not yet, anyway. Give it several more storeys.
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Vehicle: lightjet. Rezzed from template. A nod to his batons. Without a clearer question, Rinzler doesn't bother qualifying his handling, though the program's noise is a little smoother, motions just easy enough to give a hint of smug. Rinzler was handling it like himself. Which is to say, perfectly.
Function: threat deletion. It's a partial truth. The relevant portion, at least here. Still, that's not the only reason Rinzler hesitates before adding to the line.
Serve Clu.
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Both things she's never seen in an AI before - not that Tali has ever really talked to any AIs anyway; her experience is mostly theoretical - or in the geth, and how to destroy them.
He's not quarian - and it's incredibly ironic that she'd even compare the two - but there's enough of a likeness for her to get it all the same. Kazuhira Miller mentioned a masked person who'd reminded him of her description of a quarian - maybe this is him.
The only sounds for a few moments are that of their footsteps, her breathing and whatever mechanical part of him is making that odd rumbling rattle, which sounds oddly like something is broken - though Tali is nowhere near a position where she'd bring it up. Then,
"What does Clu categorise as a threat?"
For a moment, that's more important than what lightjets and rezzing are.
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Malware. Virals. System disruptions, imperfections.
Anything that threatens the system. Anything that weakens it. User-loyalists are included by implication, but Rinzler hesitates a moment before adding the last line. She isn't going to like it.
Users.