( february intro log )

[hownkai]

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!

I N T R O L O G

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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[neveroutwrenched]

"Yeah. You got it. Now come on, it'll be a piece of cake!" The confidence, forced or otherwise in his voice wavers, ever so slightly. Taking one last look around the corner, Ratchet gestures Sans closer. They were on limited time here.

"How's your poker face? Because, uh, I'm not gonna be honest here, if someone stops us...I am not a good liar."

He'd like to say he could pull it off but experience tells him otherwise, and there's no point being overconfident when it could put them in danger.

[skelepun]

"Oh, me neither," Sans smiled, lying through his perpetually grinning teeth. He had to assume the irony of this was not lost on Ratchet. "But I think we'll get by somehow."

Falling in line, Sans settled in beside Ratchet. It wasn't a very convincing display. After a moment's pause, he drew his arm up out of his jacket pocket, looped it around Ratchet's elbow, and returned his hand back to his hoodie.

"There." Awkwardness of the position aside, Sans looked nearly on the verge of laughing. "Y'know, for the record, my brother's probably gonna ask you to ask his permission to marry me if he sees us like this."

[neveroutwrenched]

Well at least one of them will have no problem looking like they're having a great time.

"Then let's not let that happen. I really don't need your brother's disappointment haunting me for the rest of this cross-glactic roadtrip."

The area looks clear, and Ratchet abruptly pulls Sans forward and out onto the sidewalk. Luckily the chaos also means that people aren't paying as close attention as they should, and it's not hard to blend in. And at least as long as they can stay clear of security, things should go smoothly. He leans closer, talking quietly, but trying not to look blatantly conspiratorial.

"Let me know if you see a...one of those." Ratchet gestures at a low flying shuttle, used for ground transportation around the city. "But you know, unattended."

[skelepun]

"Damn, man, we're on a public street," Sans replied, much louder, and clearly for the benefit of those around them. He sounded natural enough, but the laughter he was barely holding back was palpable. "Besides, there are way better bone jokes than that one."

With a quick look around, Sans couldn't see much of anything. Ratchet was taller than him, and even then they both came up very short. Glimpsing through the crowd, Sans finally spotted one. Unfortunately, it was far from 'unattended.' Several guards loitered around it casually, chatting and scanning the street.

"By that bodega." Sans muttered, vaguely gesturing with his skull.

[neveroutwrenched]

Well, at least now it was actually impossible to make eye contact with any of the strangers on the street. Ratchet pulls up his shoulders reflexively, thankful that the nervous expression that was plastered to his face was arguably the appropriate reaction. The real effort came from not elbowing Sans in the ribs.

Following the direction of the gesture, Ratchet sees the shuttle....and the guards.

"You call that unattended?" He hisses, probably a little too loudly.

[skelepun]

"I call it the only one there." Sans was arguably keeping his chill a little more neatly than Ratchet. Then again, when you only had two speeds, 'asleep' and 'awake,' chill tended to be the perpetual order of the day.

"You don't think we can distract 'em?"