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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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Calm down a moment, please, you're not making any sense right now. [ She studies the girl intently. ] Are you new? One of the refugees or..?
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[ Alice breathes out, at once seeming to sag. ]
Sorry — I'm the, well. I'm a teacher. One of the new ones. I've been trying to see what people are already reading. [ She finally looks Lara in the eyes. They're wary, but there's plain curiousity beneath it all. ] Checking the library records only does so much. Is this, ah —
[ Tentatively, as though she already expects the answer. ]
This is your room, isn't it.
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You're a teacher who's sneaking into rooms to build a curriculum.
[ she clears her throat to stifle her laugh, but it threads it's way through her voice.]. Excuse me. Ah, yes, this is my room. The librarian's too, as it happens.
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So I'm open to suggestion.
[ She moves to lift some of the books off Lara's bed. ]
But, um. Sorry about that. I have a feeling you guys are going to skew the data, anyway. [ She waggles an archaeology digest in Lara's direction; circa 1900, from a version of Great Britain that never developed democracy (and near as Alice can tell, is being ruled by eldritch horrors). ] Did you check all these out?
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[ she does let herself laugh this time, stepping closer to the bed to look at the books Alice had found.]
Most of them, yes. I haven't been on the ship nearly long enough to collect much. Oh, don't bother with this one. [ She picks up a well worn journal, making a face.] Arrogant treasure hunters with terrible methodology.
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[ Alice raises an eyebrow. ]
That's awesome. What cultures did you focus on? Not guaranteeing I'll know any of them, but.
Literally the hardest question ever.
[ She rocks on her heels a little.]
My focus was East Asian cultures, but... A little bit of everything, really. There's so much history that's not officially recorded, not easily accessible to those of us that aren't academically trained. So many things we don't know for sure about our own histories, legends and myths tangled up in fact. Truths hidden in legends.
[ She hesitates, mid gesture, then lets her hands drop, a little sheepish and shy now.] So... I guess my focus is. Everything.
i live to make people scour canon details
Honestly? Specializing's overrated. [ Alice pushes some books on the bed aside, and flops down, her intrusion apparently forgotten. Look, it's been ages since she got to talk to someone remotely academic. It's fucking Christmas. ] You weren't formally-trained, though? How'd you break into the field?
[ Alice shakes her head, and clears a second space. ]
I swear I'm already losing my mind over the truths on board here. Pretty sure my textbooks never mentioned the Norse pantheon as, you know, existing.
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I did graduate from University, but not with an advanced degree. My father was an archaeologist, I grew up around dig sites and museums. I suppose you could say I inherited a number of his contacts. [ And perhaps his reputation as well. Crazy Croft's daughter... ]
It's disorienting. I was very much a skeptic until recently and now... [ She shrugs. ] For what it's worth, Loki is a surprisingly good cook. Less cold pickled meat than one would expect from a Nordic god.
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Have you thought of doing any research here? I mean, with like. So many different places and times. I don't know how you'd begin that either, but — [ A shrug. ] — It'd be cool if there was an archive or something. Like, Mr. Pink was here.
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[ Alice's question gets a slight shrug of her own. ] That's the trouble of it, actually. There's so much that happened before I got here and so much that happened after. I got a bit of information on the planet we were just on, but I haven't much context for it.
It is a thought, though. Perhaps I just need to find the proper way to go about it.
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Well. We all had to sign those contracts. There's probably a record of those — just, no guaranteeing we'd be allowed to look at it. But there's probably no harm in asking.
[ At least when it's not her that has to. ]
Right now it seems like enough work to keep up with everything. You haven't been here that long, then?
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[ And even still, what was the benefit of noting every planet? Except that whatever had happened on one of the previous planets visited had a lasting effect on the crew.. ]
Not very. A month or so at this point, I think.
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Like. This whole teaching thing. [ Her fingers twinge. ] But either way, I think a record would be good to have. At least that way we can tell if we're going in circles around the galaxy.
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[ Lara hums thoughtfully. ] Well... I suppose the job is what you want. I don't know how seriously everyone takes their positions. But I do agree. At the very least, what we're doing, what we're seeing... It'll all be history to someone.
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Let's just hope it's got a happy ending. I should probably let you get back to it. [ She shifts to stand, reaching for one of the books: Victorians and Egypt, all talked-up adventure and cultural plundering. ] Do you mind if I borrow this, though? I could do with some blatant fiction.
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She makes a face at the book Alice is holding.]
Provided you don't mind irritated annotations, please by all means.
It was good to meet you.