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thisavrou_log2017-05-06 05:15 am
may mod plot log
When: May 7 to May 31th
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings: none in the description; please label your headers where appropriate!
thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )
⋆ Storm Update: On day 29 (May 9), the typical structure of the storm surrounding Thisavrou seems to shift visually with the clouds and intermittent flashes of lightning forming new patterns. At the same time, Ingress technicians detect a strange energy signature emanating from the facility at low levels, almost like a leak. There is no obvious effect at first, but by the end of the day, that energy begins to flow across Kauto and Chioni with curious results.
Residents of the planet will soon discover that they have acquired strange superhuman (or superbeing, for those who aren't human) powers. Those who are particularly social or who have been around for a long time may realize that these powers resemble abilities wielded by those who have come through the Ingress in the past, or even those who have never set foot on Thisavrou but are from the same world as someone who has.
Effects of the odd energy vary – people may discover they can read minds, cast magical spells, or have become invulnerable. These powers may also replace ones they already have. The level of control is just as unpredictable—someone may be a natural with their new abilities, or be in great need of a tutor!
By day 33 (May 13 OOC), the effect has faded, and the technicians soon decide to restrict the days that the Ingress is active going forward.
[[For more information, check out this OOC post!]]
⋆ While Kauto has always been known for its temperate climate, the slow changes have accelerated as the onslaught of the storm around Thisavrou shifts. A noticeable drop in temperature from the norm finds the planet settling at an alarming 54° F / 12° C during the day. And at night, temperatures fluctuate between this and 40° F / 4° C. All residents who tend crops will discover that some plants and other vegetation have withered without the warmer temperatures. An evacuation of all scientists and researchers on Chioni will be announced within the month due to its incredibly unstable surface temperature of -60° F / -51 C during the day and -150° F / -101° C at night. Access to some of the furthest burgs have been restricted until further notice because of this.
⋆ Savrii Notices:
As recently made public in Deputy TOD’s broadcast, a foreign presence has infiltrated Thisavrou using the bodies of its recent travelers. Presumed both intelligent and hostile, the contaminant has prompted a rapid response from the Savrii. Testing and Decontamination Centers have been established on Kauto and Chioni, and all persons who have traveled off-world in the last two cycles are called to present themselves for examination.
The basic procedure will last about six hours: medical tests, technical analysis, and a high-powered chemical wash designed to “make any stowaways run screaming”. All of this in addition to prolonged questioning as to their recent points of contact both on Thisavrou and outside. Parties who demonstrate cause for concern (including, of course, acknowledged contact with the contaminant) will be flagged in the Savrii’s database and required to return for twice-weekly visits to continue the procedures. Other than the phantom emptiness described previously, characters will feel no side effects of their exposure at this time. They may, however, find casual passerby avoiding them after a visit. Medical secrecy only goes so far against fear of plague, and that chemical wash also stains most creatures a cheery yellow-green.
Whatever its effect on your life personally, the social effects of the incursion are difficult to miss. Whispers and fear turn to paranoia and full-blown fights, and Thisavrou's population centers are packed with heated debates about safety versus exploration-- or sometimes, versus the explorers themselves. A small black-market trade in preventative medicine (real or otherwise) has sprung up, and rumors claim that the full list of infected persons can be bought too: by those who have the right connections and a lot of cash to pay.
Combating this upswing of violence and disorder? Thisavrou's intermediaries. Combination police force and negotiators, the intermediaries have always been crucial to the rule of law on Thisavrou. Recent events, however, have seen them advertising their presence more: some wearing a strip of silver cloth to mark their status and availability to help. If approached by one, characters will experience a supernatural sense of calm. They will find their concerns met with sympathy and understanding... but somehow also the exact right words to talk all parties down. Whether that means persuading your neighbor to leave you out of his conspiracy theories or explaining why you need to report in for testing... well, that depends on you.
Following the opening of travel to the planet Deslora, an unscrupulous individual smuggled back clownbee larvae. In the weeks since, the clownbees have become a mildly invasive species in certain areas of Region 3. Victims of clownbee stings report an irresistible urge to smear garish makeup across their faces and the need to consume as much sugar as possible. Citizens are cautioned to listen for telltale sounds of buzzing and honking, and be wary.
An organization that purchased samples from the planet Aueia several months ago is opening an exhibit at a museum in Region 1. Those who participated in gathering objects from the planet, as well as any who care to attend, are invited to attend a small opening reception for the exhibit, where they will be presented with a small gift from an ardent lover of that world's wildlife: a small whale carving made of stone with mild psychic properties. When touched with bare hands, the holder will receive a mental picture of someone who means a great deal to them, with perfect clarity, as if they saw them just a moment ago.
⋆ Mission notices have been posted to TABs for anyone interested in earning a little extra cash. Available missions are listed below:
Day 28 (May 8th) - While recent events have been difficult, the Department of Ingress Contingency Coordination is impressed by the rapid response of all Savrii in coming together to ensure public safety. A few holdouts, however, are rumored to be hiding their conditions-- and thereby putting not only themselves, but the entire population at risk. The department will therefore offer a reward of 100 sencs to citizens willing to report these cases, with an additional 200 senc bonus if the persons involved have been directly exposed to the contaminants. As Deputy TOD puts it, "you're only SAVING EVERYONE'S LIVES". Day 36 (May 16th) - EN-Line systems throughout Thisavrou have begun to suffer a strange outbreak of mechanical failures that are leaving commuters by the wayside. Rumor claims some of Chioni's insectoid residents might be to blame. The Savrii will pay 50 sencs to anyone capable of confirming the problem, and 300 to anyone who solves it.
ingress travel info
⋆ Missions are jobs or specific tasks listed on the TAB once new worlds are open for exploration. Be sure to check if Clearance Levels are required to accept some of these missions.
⋆ Clearance Levels are given to visitors for the length of time they have been on Thisavrou (or traveling on the Moira). Each CL offers access to certain things or incentives that others will not have. As of this month, security will be in place outside the Ingress to ensure no clearance violations occur.
⋆ The Ingress powers Thisavrou in every way: economically, socially, and as a literal source of light and heat. However, between the biohazard incident and the recent escalation of the storms, the hazards of free travel can no longer be ignored. As a result, on May 10, the Ingress will be sealed against intrusion.
While sealed, Ingress travel must be directly controlled by the technicians. Instead of directing the open channel of the Ingress, technicians will be opening access to specific worlds, and closing it immediately after. As a result, traveling parties will have certain timeframes to leave and to return. Missing your schedule can result in being stranded offworld until the next travel period comes. Additionally, no new arrivals will be able to appear while Thisavrou's Ingress remains sealed. ((For OOC ramifications, check out the new app schedule!))
* Due to the closure and a recent push for regulation, no new worlds will be opened for exploration at this time. However, travel to established worlds will still be permitted, especially by individuals who have made contact there before. This opens up the opportunity for...
Revisiting Old Haunts
⋆ As many concerns have been brought up about the risks of their own Ingress travel, the Savrii are united in one certainty: that manipulation of the Ingress by other parties poses a far greater risk. A colony buried in the ruins of Thiri has been discovered engaging in their own in-depth studies on the use of Ingress energy. The Savrii consider this behavior to be a threat to the stability of all universes, and as with the Midway Hub, intervention is required at any cost.
A team is being sent to destroy all research data and technology onsite, along with anyone who interferes. As the colony's population is expected to interfere in its entirety, full combat gear will be provided to all volunteers. The mission will be supervised by high-clearance Savrii, and pay 250 sencs to each volunteer. All volunteers must be of at least Clearance Level 3, or personally vouched for by someone who is.
⋆ A year ago (by their local calendar), one of Thisavrou's established trade partners was approached by a pirate ship, one that had stolen from their world before. When the ruse was discovered, they attempted to force out the invaders, and in doing so, suffered a tragedy beyond proportion: the loss of an entire world.
Caducus Primary is no more. The mission announcement also notes that their sister planet, Caducus Secondary, also suffered massive losses in their efforts to force reparations from the murderers. On Day 35 of the current cycle (May 25th), a gathering is being held in the field of shattered glass where Caducus Primary was, to piece together a monument to the fallen. Thisavrou has pledged to send a delegation to assist. The pay will be minimal (30 sencs, to cover a missed workday), but this mission is open to all clearance levels.
[[ooc: For questions, comments, or additional information, check out the OOC post here.]]
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[There's no trace of irony whatsoever. Or anything other than genuine amusement, appreciation and the like. Vetra doesn't knock back the glass like Shepard, she just sips at it.]
[The better to keep her head for longer. Even if it's not a hard liquor.]
So, Andromeda.
[Actually yeah let's take another drink.]
Not everything the vids made it out to be. Not by a long shot. [She shakes her head.] What part do you want to hear first? The murderous alien species? The space anomalies ripping ships apart, or the planets ending up being completely inhospitable?
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[And boy, those are some big categories, all right. Leaning in, she takes another drink of her own, at a more reasonable sipping rate.]
Wow. Not exactly living up to the brochures, was it? [Shaking her head in disbelief, she muses on it.] Wait, before I start — I mentioned the Initiative running out of money. I remember hearing it on the Citadel. Do you know what happened?
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[It hadn't really mattered in Heleus, either. Sure, most people knew what being a Spectre, or ex-Spectre meant, and it afforded them a lot of respect. Just look at Avitus. But... here? It's like being plopped down on Aya. With no Jaal to smooth things over.]
[She snorts.] It was six hundred years of cryo, so that much was true.
[A shrug, and Vetra shakes her head.] No. All I know is, they found some new backer. Pushed everything through to launch. No clue who it was.
And once they woke us up, there wasn't any time to ask those questions.
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[And after a sudden realization:] When did you... leave? Feel like I would've heard... something. Anything.
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About 100,000.
My sister and I left before the Arks. We were part of the Nexus crew -- making a hub for everyone else to dock in. The whole thing took off... 2185, I think.
[Dates are hard to remember after so long in cryo, and then literally everything that happened. But that was the date she remembered. The year she remembered.]
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The Reapers.
Hell.
Jiggling the glass in her hand, she watches Vetra's face, and weighs her options. Did Vetra have family other than her sister back home? Certainly, if she'd traveled 600 years, she would have expected them to pass, but not like that. Did she drop all of that... now?
No. Andromeda first. Make sense of the unknown, then start piecing together the rest.]
That makes more sense. Wasn't exactly getting daily news updates where I was around then.
[Initiative out, Reapers in. Two ships passing in the night. Lucky break.
Too lucky, maybe.]
So — 100,000 people, council species, 600 years to Andromeda galaxy. Nexus makes it to the Heleus Cluster, and find... all hell breaking loose, apparently. Not exactly an encouraging start. [And on a civilian mission, at that. Instead of military regime, discipline was going to be what each person made of it.] How'd you keep the peace when things didn't turn out rainbows and moonbeams?
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[So she nurses her own drink, looking around idly all the while. Taking note of who's here. What's here. No familiar faces. She's utterly out of her element here.]
[Dammit.]
Here I thought Spectres got that kind of thing beamed into their brains.
[It's light, joking. Just open enough if Shepard wants it to be, but hey. Don't poke a bear.] About as far from encouraging as it gets. [She snorts, setting her drink down, talons curling around it.]
We didn't. Half the Nexus revolted before any of the Arks showed up. Everyone responsible got kicked out. Including most of the krogan.
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But she doesn't expand — only listens as Vetra fills in the details, brow deepening with every unfortunate twist. But at "Krogan", it's all she can do not to mask the scowl.
The more things changed, the more things stayed the same.]
Guess it'd take more than 600 years of cryosleep to fix some people's mistaken perceptions. What happened? Were you there for it? [Maintaining order in a crisis could be a balancing act even in the Alliance — but with civilians promised a distant pioneering paradise? How could the initiative have not foreseen the potential for mass panic, or outright rebellion? And why would they choose splintering instead of mediation?]
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[And maybe it explained why Avitus had been so keen to get out. Well, part of it, anyway, according to him. Poor guy.]
[She makes a face herself, flicking her mandibles. Kesh and Drack are the first to come to mind. Kesh who deserved none of the shit thrown her way, and Drack, who probably did, but chose his own way, anyway. Not All Krogan.]
You can say that again. Even with one of the Initiative's engineers being krogan, it's like everyone expects them to solve everything with a headbutt. [A pause.] Kesh may have... done that a couple times, but the guy deserved it.
[At the rest, she shrugs.]
I was. We got through it.
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"Got through it", huh? And where'd you end up, in the end? [On, or off-Nexus? And where did they go? What leadership leaves a chunk of first-wave numbers to essentially die on an exoverse colonization mission? It stank of bad leadership, zero planning, and short-term solutions without considering long-term consequences. What the hell had happened?]
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[There's a sort of lopsided grin at that. Something both exasperated and fond in the same go.]
[Because Ryder is... something else. In a good way. But it also feels like she's looking after another sister. Another Sid -- but with a lot more freedom, and an AI assistant.]
They're not quite Spectres. All the Council Races got one -- sort of the lead representative for their species.
We've been setting up outposts the Nexus couldn't -- or didn't want to.
[To say nothing of what happened between the Uprising and Ryder showing up. That doesn't really need to come up just yet.]
SUPER OLD TAG DROP THE HECKO OUT OF THIS
Are the Pathfinders setting up outposts for their specific species only, or is it a cross-representative mission at each one? [What an ideal universe, where they all goddamn worked together.]
but then how else would she say she flirted with commander shep
[She shakes her head, leaning her elbows on the table.]
Nah. When Ryder showed up, she was the only Pathfinder we had. All the other Arks were missing -- so... once again.
[A tip of her head toward Shepard.]
Everyone dumped their problems on the one woman doing anything about it.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
At least someone was working together. Ryder sounds--
[There's a pause, and a frown, as if something's just come to her attention.]
Ryder.
[She repeats the name, tapping a finger on the counter. It's familiar — or something about it is, anyway.]
Human?
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[Human though -- that's a new one.]
Sara Ryder, yeah.
Why?
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But what if...]
Long shot, but any relation to Alec Ryder?
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Why?
[What did Ryder forget to tell her now? Then again, she wasn't exactly chatty about her old man... circumstances considered.]
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[She repeats the words with the kind of dawning thoughtfulness of a casual knot unraveller.]
Was he a part of the initiative as well?
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[Vetra stresses the word just a little. Before peering over her visor at Shepard. Get her drift?]
He was the human Pathfinder.
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Alec Ryder, infamously-ousted N7 operative, dead in Andromeda. It's shocking news — and the sudden realization that she's the only person in Thisavrou who'd understand its significance is strange, alien, despite the nostalgia.]
Wow. [There's a note of clear surprise in the singular word, but it's chewing on a bigger question.]
Do you know how he passed?
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[And both are appropriate as hell, if you ask her.]
[She leans back in her chair, thoughtfully. Ryder didn't go into a lot of details about what happened. Not that Vetra blames her.]
The human Ark reached what was supposed to be its... "golden world". [Yeah she knows how that sounds.] But the whole planet was unstable. Nothing like it was supposed to be. There was an accident, her helmet seal cracked...
[A short, sharp inclination of her head.]
Her dad was there. You can... probably piece together what happened next.
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But this wasn't the Alliance, the Milky Way, or anything resembling a typical scenario. Could she ever judge Alec for choosing his daughter over himself? When he owed less than nothing to the Alliance or its way of thinking? When she'd read whole thinkpieces dedicated to tearing apart the decisions she'd made in the field?
It was tragic. It was noble. And in that way, it was somehow fitting for Alec Ryder.
Letting a slow exhale through her nose, she rotates the ice in her glass, pulling herself out of thought.]
That's a hell of a field promotion. And it sounds like she pulled everything together, despite that. Definitely her father's daughter, hard hand aside.
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[There's no small bit of fondness there. Pride, too. The woman is reckless, goofy, occasionally makes wildly unsound decisions. But always pulled through. What wasn't there to like?]
[Besides, you'd have to be a little insane to pull off some of the things Ryder had, successfully.]
[She ducks her head, folding her arms on the table in front of her. Of all people, she's talking about this with Commander Shepard. Who'd probably understand better than most. But so much of it is Ryder's story. And Vetra has no right to go into it.]
She'd probably be flattered to hear that, though. And then put her foot down her throat.
She's good at that, too.
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[It did take a little bit of savvy, or at least a lot of charm.]
Sounds like you hold her in pretty high regard, though. Would've liked to have met her.
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[Electing not to mention Ryder's reaction to the kett was literally just, "well! scan them back!"]
Hey, she's our captain. Sort of required.
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