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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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In a happy daze, he wanders about, breathing in the clean air and the smell of dirt and growing things. Some of the plants he recognizes, but he's not really looking for anything in particular, just enjoying the scenery. He wonders how big this area is. There's a huge tree in the middle; eventually he finds the way down to its roots, and walks around to see them from every angle. He's just wondering if this would be a good climbing tree, and thinking about going back upstairs to see if there are any low enough branches (and if he's brave enough to try climbing on it when he knows he probably should not), when he becomes aware of someone murmuring and something skittering past him on the path.
“There are kitties here!”
Also a person. Who looks like they were in the middle of something. There's incense, she's kneeling....
Welp. This is awkward. Med'an straightens up and tries to look like he wasn't just squealing about kittens.
“I'm very sorry.”
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Of course, ignoring Med'an's presence is one thing. Ignoring gleeful exclamations about cats, or the actual kitten currently clawing its way up the back of Rosethorn's robes to perch on her shoulder... well, that's another matter entirely.
She only has time to get out a single huff of annoyance out, turning to face the Med'an, but he's already seen her and offered what seems to be a sincere apology. Rosethorn sighs, biting back the sharp remark that was on the tip of her tongue. Well, at least her midnight prayers are usually uninterrupted. The garden isn't as quiet at this time of day.
Only a little grudgingly, she replies, "It's alright. It's not as if there's an actual temple on board, only the middle of public gardens." Med'an didn't do anything wrong.
"That kittens grew on a tree," she tells him, glancing down at the one on her shoulder. "No one's explained how that was possible to me yet."
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"Are you a priestess?" it's a matter of interest to him, as a paladin-in-training and general curious kid. It would be shocking if she worshiped the Light like him, but it's an inclusive philosophy, so he's more than happy to hear about other beliefs.
He would also be happy to hear about the kittens. He perks up at the mention of them, following her gaze to the one on her shoulder, then blinks a few times in surprise.
"On...a tree in here?" Pause. "Are there more?"
Not that he's the sort to squee over kittens, or anything.
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She plucks the kitten, with its clinging claws, from her shoulder, holding it up to look it in the eyes. "Stop that. I only have one set of robes here to wear over my uniform. I won't have you snagging them."
Surprisingly, when she sets the kitten down, it doesn't try to clamber up using her clothing, just leaps lightly into her lap and settles there peacefully.
Only once she's done with the tiny cat does she address Med'an's question, pointing out a miniature tree nearby. "That shakkan, and not yet. I think we have quite enough tiny kittens on board for the time being. I'm certainly not going to hurry along another crop of them. Bad for the tree."
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He looks over at the little tree - it doesn't really look quite like anything he's seen before, and shakkan is not a familiar name - but the way she talks about it, it sounds as though it...behaves like a normal tree? Other than having kittens as fruit(???). "Were there a...was it a..."
Okay, he's sorry, but he can't help but grin about how silly this all is. "A...good crop?" Realizing that he might still be bothering her a bit, he tries to look very polite and adds, "may I join you?"
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Rosethorn is still disapproving of the entire notion of a kitten tree. Taking two perfectly good things and mashing them together, as if they weren't good enough in and of themselves. Now they're all mixed up. Even the kittens aren't quite normal kittens.
"Of course," she answers, gesturing with one hand for him to sit or kneel. It's a public garden and a public altar, and the last thing Rosethorn would do (even if she is admittedly often crochety and unapproachable) is bar people from access to plants or prayer.