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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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But a knife traveling at him full speed? He flinches, jumping back and half stumbling to try and get out of the way, but the motion doesn't carry him away. The hilt hits into his side as he half-turns, and he has to give it a few seconds to realize that he hasn't been wounded.
Bruised, certainly, but the knife had clattered to the ground, and now Oren was staring baffled between it and Rinzler.]
Are you mad? You could have killed me!
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Edge: other direction.
[It's like an apology, except not at all. Still, if Rinzler wanted to kill the user, he'd do a much better job than that. The enforcer shifts with fluid ease, mask tipping from the user to its dropped blade. Is it really just going to leave it there?]
Need practice.
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[He's not sure he believes it was thrown that way on purpose. With Rinzler looking at the knife again, though, Oren bends quickly to take it, slipping it under his sash so avoid any more incidents.]
I've had practice. There's only so much fighting I do, and I'd prefer to keep it minimal.
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[Neither is modesty, in case Rinzler's overwhelming case of smug hasn't made that clear. As for not fighting... it was some kind of admin function, it had said?]
Subordinates present?
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But Oren's still tense, still eyeing the thing carefully. Subordinates, though. Somehow, that word earns a very short laugh and a glance downwards. He rubs at his temple with one of his hands, thinking.]
No.
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Only a nod. Expected. And if the admin didn't have anyone it could order to protect it...]
Need practice.
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[Oren gives him a flat look for the badgering, honestly, but now his mind is racing. Mattias was here. That Burner would have him killed at the first sight if he remembered anything— and why wouldn't he? Unless the gap in his own memory is from that portal.
He really didn't sign up for dealing with all of this.]
But it's not as if I can just ask anyone to guide me in how to use a weapon. Especially when the interest is hardly there. How about a bodyguard or something, instead? At least in that I'd have the security of a payment.
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Combat functions: more secure.
[He knows users trade resources for tasks, but expecting loyalty from that kind of trade seems questionable at best. And weren't they supposed to be good at self-upgrading? That had seemed to be the idea of that 'school', at least. Maybe this one has lower potential.
The enforcer shrugs. It's a user. It will do what it prefers, for better or for worse.]
Your choice.
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Perhaps so. I'll put it on my list, right beneath finding a way back.
[Things he'd rather spend time on include that and making sure Mattias hasn't unleashed Nocta here. He rubs at his wrist just below the new, technological bracelet and frowns.]
Thank you, I suppose. I hadn't expected anyone to clean and return the knife, even if the handling was rather worrying.
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Previous reference ('back'): a battleground.
[So no, really, the user might want to work on its combat skills before warping back to the murder attempts. Just a thought. Though Rinzler will lay off on the nagging for a moment (and completely ignore the recrimination) to offer a shrug in trade for the thanks.]
Low effort.
[And weapons are important.]
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[It's a sarcastic comment he doesn't mind speaking loudly, a smile curling at his lips despite himself. He can't help but be amused. This is the help he ends up getting? It is better than nothing, but really...]
I thank you for the sentiment rather than the effort. [He takes a couple of steps back, bowing his head slightly with a playful salute of a gesture to indicate his leave.] May we meet again.
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It's not a combatant... but he minds this user a little less than most.]