thisavrou_log | ( february intro log )

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( february intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!

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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.

Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.

A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.

The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.

☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATION

Somehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.

With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.

☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT

After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive.

☄ Third: RESCUE

During the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.

But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again.

☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUT

Now that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave.

☄ Fifth: REFUGEES

Now that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.

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Maya was out of the kriffing med bay as soon as they would let her. She didn't even care that she was only wearing one boot and had, quite possibly, signed her life away. Nor did she care about the hectic hallways, made of foreign materials, that engulfed her. None of that was her problem.

Her problem was that she was supposed to be in the Corellian system. Her problem was that she was supposed to be on her way home. Her problem was that she'd been ripped away from a ten-year-old boy who was depending on her to keep him safe from Imperial stormtroopers.

Anger practically radiated off of her like the heat of a sun.

It also didn't really help that the ship was filled with strangers and strange brainwaves. They began assaulting her almost immediately. With practice, Maya cold shut out the errant emotions and thoughts of others. But it had been a long time since she'd been on a ship with more than three or four other people. To say it was a strain on her already-frayed nerves was a decided understatement.

Which is why, after some limping down the corridor, she leaned her back against the wall, letting out a slow exhale. Half of her possessions were missing, including her fancy underwear (who stole a working girl's underwear?), but she quickly found one of her rankweek cigarettes and her lighter. Her hand was practically shaking as she pursed it in her lips and lit the tip, puffing out a cloud of aromatic, blue smoke. Maya had been trying so hard to quit. But if she didn't do something to take the edge off, she was going to explode.

And while they'd taken her underwear, they'd left her blaster.

Well, here's someone who looks even worse than Allison feels, and Allison is feeling pretty awful right now. Maya isn't the only one who'd been ripped away from someone who needed her help, and she wasn't the only one angry about it, though Allison's anger is drowning in a stew of resignation and that gut-deep sense of loss and directionlessness that comes from being determined to do something and unable to do it.

So finding Maya looking pretty fed up wit life kind of feels like finding a kindred spirit. But instead of saying anything useful or supportive, Allison just ends up saying, "Is it safe to smoke on a spaceship?"

Being a shy, awkward nerd is a really hard thing to grow out of.

The girl was kind of cute. Not exactly built like a warrior, so Maya's hackles stayed down for the moment. She took another long drag on her cigarette, shrugging slightly.

She really hated space travel. The idea of giving up this particular vice felt rather unbearable.

"Seems like they woulda confiscated it if it was," she replied. "Instead, they just took my boot." And her underwear.

Yeah, Maya still hadn't managed to fully wrap her mind around that one yet.

So that's why the woman only has one boot on. She'd been wondering about that, but now she was left with more questions.

"Why only one?" she says, more to herself than Maya, staring at her one bare foot.

Allison's shoes remain squarely on both her feet, but not all her belongings made it with her.

"Some of my stuff is missing, too," she says. "I get the sword, but why my lipstick?"

She rubs her thumb against her lips, wishing she still had that. It helped her ground herself.

Maya raised an eyebrow. It was a bit comforting to know that she wasn't the only one dealing with this kriffing insanity. It didn't take her any closer to where she was supposed to be. But safety and numbers and something else that people said.

"I had a bladed weapon too," she said, breathing out the aromatic blue smoke from her nose. "They took it. Left me with my blaster, though."

Another drag, and she turned to offer the girl her cigarette.

"Blaster? Like, a gun?"

Who takes swords and boots and lipstick but lets people have guns? The cruel hand of fate and wonky portal technology, that's who.

Allison considers the offered cigarette. Common sense says that you probably shouldn't take unidentified drugs from strangers on weird spaceships. But Allison is the sort of person who takes unidentified liquor from demons, so common sense need not apply.

Gingerly taking the proffered cigarette, she takes a drag. Coughing out a few puffs of blue smoke, she passes it back. "What's in that anyway?"

She's had a couple goes at joints in her time, plus that one time she tried regular cigarettes, but this isn't quite like either pot or tobacco.

"Pickled rankweed," Maya replied, taking the cigarette back. "Give it a few minutes. You'll start to feel better."

Unfortunately, Maya had built up more of a tolerance to the rankweed than she wanted to admit. It would take more than a few minutes--possibly more than one cigarette--before she began to really mellow and dull the edge of the sharp emotions and thoughts flying at her from every direction.

To say nothing of her own.

She took another languid drag, figuring that the first step to feeling calm was pretending that she was calm. "I don't suppose you know what system we're in," she asked the girl.

Maya Hannis | OTA | CW: Drug use

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