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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
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Sans. The skeleton. [He finished, unnecessarily.] I work in sanitation. Mind if I join ya?
[Regardless of Bruce's answer, Sans immediately made himself comfortable in the seat beside him.]
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Although he probably would ask a lot of questions too eventually. ]
Are you? I didn't notice. Thanks for letting me know. [ Delivered in a dry and amused tone, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he nodded. The guy seemed to be making himself plenty comfortable already anyway, so he didn't bother answering. ]
So, is the observation deck a favorite spot of yours too?
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It's alright. There's a lot less blinding white, which is pretty nice. [Absently, Sans pulled out a small book from inside his jacket. It was battered and old, but the title Stargazing: A Beginner's Guide could be seen on its well worn cover. Flipping to one of several dogeared pages, Sans begin to scan the sky.]
You really can't fault the view.
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It's pretty spectacular. Very relaxing too. [ In a way, to him at least. He ended up coming here a lot to meditate, just be on his own, regain some of the very much needed balance to keep going with his life on the ship. ] An astronomy fan, then, I take it. [ He gestured vaguely at the book. ]
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I really don't know much. We didn't have any where I lived. [He gestured vaguely at the observatory window.] Stars, I mean.
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You don't? [ His focus shifted from the stars and to Sans entirely, eyebrows knitted together curiously. ] What's that like, then? What sort of place do you come from?
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We live in the dirt. [He shrugged, grinning evasively.] No stars when everything above you is more ground.
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Oh. Like... [ Like when people were buried, actually - and then decomposed until they were just skeletons. Bruce almost wanted to ask if he'd been alive once before, but worrying that might be insensitive of him, he bit it back. ] So there's others like you, then? I'm sorry-- I mean, are you some kind of unique species, or the result of magic...?
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Don't apologize, it's cool. I sat down next to you, remember? [Sans closed his book, furtively filing it back into his jacket. Bruce was far more interesting than the stars, for the moment.] N' yeah, I guess we're pretty unique. I'm a monster, there are a lot of us.
[He paused for a moment, a sickening reminder chilling his bones. Were a lot of us, he could say. But wouldn't, of course. There were certain things you just didn't drop in your first conversation with a guy.]
Think of it like this: where humans are made up mostly of water, we're pretty much all magic.
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A monster wouldn't have been the word he'd use, but then he did have a pretty set idea of what a monster was, physically and otherwise. Different worlds, though - he couldn't help notice that Sans didn't seem to use it as a pejorative term. ]
I'll try, but no promises. I'm a science man through and through. [ He'd seen a lot here, sure, but some things he still had a hard time wrapping his head around. Magic was right at the top of that list. ]
Do you have any other monsters with you here? The monsters from your world, I mean.
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But yeah, me n' my brother got transported here together. He's tall, can't miss him. I'm pretty sure he wants to make friends with everyone aboard. [There's no derisiveness at all in Sans' voice. Hell, if anything, he sounds sincerely proud.]
Nowhere near as many as you humans, though. I think we were flukes.
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Arching an eyebrow at the last remark, he tipped his head, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug. ] I think we're all flukes. [ After all, even among the seemingly plain humans, there was a good number of them that were anything but normal. Himself included. And so far it didn't really look like there was any method or logic as to who was brought here, or why. ]
And you seem pretty friendly yourself. [ He noted, though the way Sans said it, Bruce was imagining a much more excitable and extroverted, as well as taller, skeleton. Indeed, couldn't possibly miss someone like that. ] What's his name?
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[Sans couldn't argue with the notion. He had his own fair share of theories, mostly circulating around what happened on Emiri. Usefulness, the strength of a person to fight -- if war and soldiers were on the captains' minds, then monsters were the last thing they wanted. They could barely hold up against a particularly aggressive toaster oven.
Then again, that was just one theory. There was more than one way to be useful. Sans should know, he religiously avoided all of them.]
Papyrus. He's the best. [His voice was warmer again, just like that. It was as close to energetic as Sans got.] Got any family around?
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[ He wasn't yet sure what they could do with that control, but it would be better to at least have a handle on the whole process. If they could avoid certain problematic people, or children, for instance, or focus on people who had some kind of knowledge of space travel instead of those who didn't even know what a space ship was, he'd call that somewhat of a success.
Again, provided they would even manage to figure it out, let alone change any of it. ]
No. Just some friends. [ He didn't even have any family to begin with, not anymore, but that he kept to himself. And even among those friends he had one less desirable, but... overall, he couldn't complain. ] They're nice people, though. I wouldn't wish this place on them, but I'm glad not to be alone.
[ Here, home. Anywhere. ]
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The similarities were strong enough to make him wonder, briefly, if they would look similar on the inside.]
Think the captains would let anyone get a look at the guts of it? [His smile says probably not, huh?, but asking never hurt anybody.]
Glad you've got your own people around, though. Can't imagine being out here alone... sounds pretty boring.
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Well, it won't hurt to ask, at least. Worst case scenario, they'll say no.
[ And Bruce will try to find a way around it anyway, by either tapping into the ship's system or sneaking into the place at some point. All in all, not great ideas, but he's always been inquisitive and he dislikes things being kept from him. Plus, he's friends with Tony Stark, and he's not always a good influence, especially when it comes to things like this. ]
To be fair, no one's all alone here. It's just a matter of us sticking together. [ He pauses, nodding faintly. ] But I know what you mean, yes.
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[But Sans appreciates the sentiment. Hell, there's admiration in his tone, despite himself. They all have their pain, Sans doubts Bruce is immune to that, but it's nice to remember what alone really means in a crew of a hundred. Context is everything.]
You've got much engineering experience?
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Now that's something I don't hear too often.
[ Said with a good amount of self-deprecation. That's one of his specialties when it comes to humor - that and sarcasm. ]
Some. I can't say I've actually done extensive work in the field, but I know my fair share, and I've tinkered with a few things. And before you worry, I won't be looking into actually taking the whole thing apart or anything. I think at most I'd set up some sensors, something like that? Get a read on the whole process before anything else. It would be outright insane to try to change or work on something before completely understanding how it works.
[ He tips his head at Sans, curious. ] Do you know anything about engineering?
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[Grinning wide, Sans winks. Self-deprecation is a shared trait, it seems. But when the subjects shifts to practical science, the laconic set of Sans' face seems to fall away.]
Heh, smart. Who knows what kind of energy they're using to power it. Ripping through time to grab whole people without a mechanism on their end probably requires... I can't even fathom that much energy, especially not on the scale it's bringing people in. Must be a gem of a mechanism. [A beat.] Heh, or I guess more of a joule.
[What Bruce is to sarcasm, Sans is to terrible puns. Sorry in advance.]
--So, uh, yeah, I guess I know a little. Not my specific area, though.
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As long as it's only one per second.
[ Haha. Get it. (God, somebody stop them.)
But alright, in all seriousness now. ] I talked about that with someone just recently, actually. That it's a wonder this whole universe isn't tearing itself apart with a system like this working within it - or that we even get here in one piece at all. Not that I'm complaining about either, but it's definitely a mystery.
[ And everybody knows how scientists are with mysteries. ]
What's your specific area? [ Looking at Sans's expression, though, he adds. ] If you don't mind me asking.
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(It's the jokes).]
Theory. So, y'know. [Sans shrugs indulgently.] Writing a bunch of long winded papers that like, four people read and maybe two understand. It's a great gig.
[Was. Was a great gig. Anyway...]
But if you're asking what the papers were on, mostly quantum theory. Energy, physics, time, all mushed together into some really foul tasting stew. ... I was never much of a writer, y'see. It's a lot more fun working things out in a lab.
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[ But then he figures Sans is just exaggerating for the sake of making a point. Or maybe not - maybe there really were very few people who had an interest in things like that where he came from. ]
I'm with you on that, honestly. I wrote a lot of papers myself, but practical work, even when it was just running simulations in the like, is a lot more fun. [ He gestures at himself. ] I'm a nuclear physicist, myself. I did a lot of specific work involving gamma radiation, electron-positron annihilation and biochemistry, before coming here.
[ He tips his head at Sans. ] You should drop by the science department sometime. You'd like the kind of work that can get done there, I think.
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For real? [It takes Sans a moment to remember himself, and even when he slips back to his even keeled chillness, it's with a newly interested edge.] Man, I wish I could show you The Core. You'd get a kick out of it. I--
[Sans trails off, interest dying in his eye sockets. Ah. See, this is why he needs to remember his own policy: don't talk about yourself.]
Heh, I'm a little out of practice. Haven't worked in a lab for a while.
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It's nice, having people around that get this excited about the same things he does. ]
That's fine. I've had people show interest who haven't even worked at a lab before, so I'm sure you'll do alright. And maybe I can't see this Core for myself, but-- you can tell me about it? [ The wavering expression doesn't go unnoticed, though, so Bruce adds. ] If you want to, I mean.