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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: MISCOMMUNICATIONSomehow, 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: RESCUEDuring 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 OUTNow 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: REFUGEESNow 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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thisavrou_log2016-02-01 11:09 am
iii!
she watches rick cuss out the kid and can't help cackling. ah, kids. how funny it is when they're orphans.]
Jolly good show, darling. [she raises an eyebrow at the sobbing girl, frowning.] Well, you heard him. Go on, urchin. Run along back to mummy and daddy. Or their graves, or whatever.
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...d-don't acknowledge it. If you give those little shits any attention at all they'll... th-they'll latch onto you even more like a starving tick and a fat, pampered pomeranian.
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[she gives the little girl one last scowl, then turns away back to the bar. to her own drink.]
I can't imagine it'll be much longer before they're all dumped on the nearest planet.
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Probably but I mean, I-I really could care less about what happens to a bunch of stowaways. They could be shot out of the trash shoot into the atmosphere f-for all I care.
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In an ideal world, darling. There's certainly a big enough résolveur de problèmes down in the cargo bay.
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[just gonna chug some of the bottle now fuck it]
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There's a suggestion box, darling. I do believe the person running it is obliged to take all crew ideas into consideration.
[ordinarily, she'd have left by now, but aurelia can sense a potential opportunity to dump a steaming problem into miles' lap. she's not expecting much, but it's always fun to try.]
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Shit, i-if they're obliged to take all ideas into consideration why - wh-why waste a suggestion on dumping a bunch of kids outta the ship? Fucking... I'd rather ask for a McDonalds or something.
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[aurelia disapproves of firing them out into space, of course, but she has a COLD BITCH image to keep up, alright.]
I'm fairly certain there's no limit.
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Nah, they'd probably take priority over the children. Spend all their resources making sure their space suits are - a-are nice and cozy, no chance of space leaking in there and making them explode. [Now for another shot.]
Y-y-you know how long it takes to make a perfect space suit? How much time and how much money? They could make a McDonalds in half the time and still have enough money for a steady production of shitty Happy Meal toys for at least a couple of months.
S-so they should make a McDonalds. They could send those kids out with Happy Meals and smiles on their exploding faces. [He turns to that girl who was crying and gives her a big smile.]
You'd take a Happy Meal over a space suit, right sweetie? [someone stop this man]
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[she snorts and downs the rest of her drink, getting up off her stool. kind of a shame this guy had to have such similar ideas to jack. aurelia suspects if he'd suggested any other method, she'd feel less... well, she's not actually sure what she's feeling. disgusted? probably. she doesn't get uncomfortable like that. nope. not at all.]
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Y-y-you'll warm up to the idea once you've got a Big Mac shoved down your throat.
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[despite trying to be the Bigger Person, aurelia literally pushes the little girl out the way so she can leave. fantastic, you really are the moral centre buddy]