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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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"I just wanted to get laid," she starts, and what a way to start a story! "But then this weird guy appeared in my room, and the walls cracked open and a bunch of spiky guys riding monsters cut off his head and stole my boyfriend, and then he shoved this mystical bullshit into my head!"
She points dramatically at what looks like a white stone embedded in her forehead. It glows a bit as her voice rises, as if lit by an inner flame.
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Now she gave it an appraising look, a part of her wondering if the girl was insane.
Maybe she was a Night Sister? Maya had heard stories about them. And they liked words like 'mystical.'
"Well, that sounds...upsetting."
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She gives another little laugh. 'Upsetting' was an understatement.
"Then I ended up in the center of the universes, and there were angels and devils and creepy sphinx guys, and everybody wanted to kill me for the thing in my head and now I can't go home..."
She sniffles slightly. "I thought at least I could save my boyfriend, but now I can't even do that."
Then she scrubs at her eyes and tries to smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed about breaking down in front of a stranger like this. "But how's your day?"
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But what could she do?
"Probably not as bad as yours," she said, trying to sound kind. It didn't come naturally to her.
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"I don't think anybody who's stuck on this chunk of metal hurtling through space is having an especially good day." She gives a little unhappy laugh, then curls her arms around her knees. "Sorry for spilling all that on you."
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She'd started her 'illustrious' career as a bartender. Normally, she didn't hear problems quite like this...but for some reason, people confided in her. It was a nice change, actually. Not listening to some Imperial officer complain about his nagging wife or whatever.
Still crazy but. Nice.
Different.
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"Thanks." For the cigarette, for listening, for keeping her company now. It's nice. Maya's nice.
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It was only very recently that she'd begun to unconsciously consider Yuri number one, instead of herself.
She didn't know what that was about.
Taking back her cigarette, she took a slow drag, letting out little, perfectly formed smoke rings. "So what are we supposed to do here?"
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Allison watches the little smoke rings float away from Maya's lips, starting out impressed and becoming progressively more awed at her smoke-blowing skills at her buzz settles in.
"Work and hope we get home some day, I guess," she says, then pouts a little. "I'm supposed to be a barista."
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They didn't really have Starbucks in a galaxy far, far away, after all. And as far as addictive substances went, Maya preferred alcohol. And her rank weed. And some spices too.
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"Somebody who works at a coffee shop basically. I make drinks for people. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate... Italian soda lately, chilled version of all of the above... That sort of thing."
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And he'd always been good to Yuri.
Yuri...
"Well," she said, shaking off that thought, "I'll probably be in need of your services."
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"Heh, I'll be happy to make you something, on the house." Actually, all drinks might be on the house anyway. Allison isn't sure what the state of currency is on the ship. It's the thought that counts? "As thanks for sharing your, uh, weed. And listening."
A thought suddenly occurs to her and she glances at Maya's bare foot. "Oh, um, do you need help getting a new shoe?"
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"Do you think they have a shoe store on this...thing?"
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Allison looks at Maya's bare foot, looks at her own feet, glances awkwardly down the hallway.
"I don't mind the boots they handed out, so if we're about the same size you can borrow my sneakers for a bit?" She rubs the back of her neck. "Until you get something better. It seems like it'd pretty uncomfortable to go barefoot on metal floors the whole time..."
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And she certainly hadn't been trying to manipulate a pair of shoes out of the deal. If that had been the case, she would have just planted the suggestion. The fact that it was genuine was...strangely touching.
This girl wouldn't last a kriffing second on Corellia.
She smiled slightly. "I don't even know what sneakers are," she admitted. "Which probably means you should hang onto them."
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She's a little relieved because these are her favorite 'doing stuff' shoes, all nicely worn in, and she'd hate to lose them. Not that she thinks Maya would steal them or anything, being someone else's worn sneakers, but what if she got shot off into another universe or something?
Still. She feels bad about Maya going through this same space kidnapping crap as her and being down a shoe, so she asks again, "You sure?"
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So she smiled and nodded. "I'm sure," she said. "But it was a very, very generous offer."
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She curls her legs closer to her chest again, unsure what else to say, but enjoying the warm buzz from the cigarette.
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Maya pressed her lips together, but there was the slightest hint of a smile, threatening the corners of her lips. The girl was way too much like Kem, which, Maya was sure, would prove to be dangerous. But for the moment, she decided that she was okay with having a little companionship.
If they were going to be miserable, they might as well do it together.