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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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Fuck! Bruce. [She sighs from relief and runs her hand through her hair. From her experience medical staff hardly liked it when patients went and looked through the drawers on their own without a permission, so it's understandable that she can't help but feel like she's been caught red handed doing something wrong.
She looks at Bruce, studying his expression for a while. So far people on Moira have only had positive reactions when seeing her, well, like this without her usual get up, she still can't be too sure about how others will response to her. But the only thing she can read from Bruce's face right now is the concern, which is most likely because of the ugly bruising than anything else.]
Well, what do you think? [She scoffs with an annoyed voice.]
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Sorry. [ He looks apologetic too - it hadn't been his intention to scare her there. As for her appearance, he doesn't think much of it, at least not right now. He's mostly focused on that nasty black eye she's sporting. ]
Right. [ Down on the planet, he guesses. Things have become quite a lot more hostile down there, after Link's body showed up on the ship, and the Komai basically accused them all of being terrorists. Bruce is starting to see a pattern to the planets they visit, and honestly he's not sure he likes it much. ]
Let me take care of that for you? Please. [ He gestures at one of the exam tables nearby. ]
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After weighting the options here, she gives him a rather reserved and cautious, walks over the able and hops to sit on it.]
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She'll have to deal with him looking at her like that, though. He is concerned, after all.
He follows after as J sits on the table, gesturing at her face. ] I'm going to check if there's anything broken. [ There doesn't seem to be, at least, but better safe than sorry. ]
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Sure. Go for it. [She turns her head to side so that he could have better look at the injury.]
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His fingers trace along the edge of the bruise gingerly, then moving along to feel the bone of her eye socket. It's intact, much like her cheekbones, and finally he traces his fingers up the bridge of her nose, prodding at her temples and jaw just for good measure. ] Nothing broken. [ He gets a piece of cotton and wets it with just a bit of water, cleaning the area around her eye before he goes on to apply some cooling gel over the bruised skin. ] I can tell you probably think that wasn't necessary, but I just wanted to be sure you were okay.
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There is something awfully funny about in this situation. They have really flipped the tables compared to their last meeting where she was the one making him uncomfortable with her touching. And now she was the one who wanted to get away.
She can't help but let out a chuckle while he spreads the gel over her cheek.]
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Where's the joke?
[ He steps over to a cooler nearby, getting a small cold pad from there. It'll work together with the gel, and help with the swelling. That's about all he can do for a black eye. ]
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[The corner of her lips twitches upwards, forming a tiny but sly smile. She gently leans to the cold pad, letting him to hold it up against her face.]
You said that only women interests you, yet you're pretty eager to keep your hands on me when I'm looking like this.
[She lets out a rather dry laughter, turning her eye on him as she waits for his reaction. It was her most used tactic: turn the attention on others and bite them to hide her own uneasiness.]
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It's different. I'm tending to your injury, nothing more. Besides, you're still a woman, no matter how you're dressed or what you look like. [ He pauses. ] Aren't you?
[ Yes, he's figured by now that she's not physically a woman, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, he knows that. Not that it matters, in any case. Like he told her before, he has no interest. ]
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[J smiles shortly at him, clearly unsatisfied with his reaction. But it's the latter part that makes her smile turn sour and breath stop for a few seconds. She averts her gaze away from away from him, feeling her cheeks to gain faint color on them. Oh, she's so glad for the ice pad right now.
Bruce's not the first person to react this way or say something like that and it makes her happy. Grateful even. But after spending her whole life being ridiculed, insulted and simply just simply hated has made it difficult to react to positivity like this.]
Maybe. Do you want to check it out?
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No, I... don't need to.
[ He watches her, still holding the cold pad to her eye for a while, trying to figure out what he said that upset her. Because that was it, wasn't it? She was fine - frustrated, a little angry about the injury, sure, but generally speaking, fine - and then she wasn't. Bruce tries to be considerate of others but at times he can be a little bit clueless. He's wondering if this is one of those times.
Pulling the cold pad away, he tries to look at her more properly. ]
Sorry-- did I say something to upset you? If I did, I didn't mean to.
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No. It's fine. [Her voice is hollow and distant, as if she was speaking more to herself than to him. Taking a deep breath, J straightens her back and gives him the same annoyed look as she did before the examination.]
If you're done could you please fetch me some painkillers? My head is hurting.
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I'll be right back.
[ He steps away from her, coming back a few seconds later with a syringe and a small bottle of analgesic. It'll take effect more quickly like that, and he hands her a few pills she can take with her too, in case it starts hurting again. ]
You shouldn't take these too often, one a day at most, and only if it really hurts. I'll give you this one now and you should be alright for the next 24 hours. [ Slowly he fills up the syringe with a small dose. ] You should keep the cold pad, by the way. Just keep it cool, and it'll help with the swelling and pain for the next couple of days.
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She takes ice pad and places it next to her on the table. The syringe earns a small frown from her but despite it she starts rolling her sleeve up.]
Couple of days? You think I'll be looking like some drunkard's wife for that long. [Yes, wife. ]
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Well, each person is different. The swelling should go down after a few days, but the skin might take a little while longer to heal completely. You'll likely have some kind of color around your eye for the next two weeks or longer.
[ The good thing is she can always cover it up with makeup. Besides, she won't be the only person sporting bruises around the ship. ]
Alright, you're all set. [ He pulls the syringe and presses a bit of cotton with disinfectant onto her skin, and once he's sure it's not bleeding, he puts a small bandage over the spot. ] Anything else I can do for you?
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His estimation about injury doesn't please her either. Honestly she wouldn't mind getting a bruise like this if it only wasn't such visible place as her face. She tried to cover it up earlier, but her face was still to sore to be touched.
After he's done with the injection J nods her head a little, still not meeting his eyes.]
Thank you.
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He shakes his head a little, smiling at her words, even if she's not looking at him. ]
Anytime. [ He starts cleaning up the work area, ready to help her onto her feet if she needs it. ] If that doesn't get any better in the next couple of days, drop by again.
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No, I mean it. [Her voice sounds more careful than before. It's not just the patch up that she's thankful for, anyone could've done and given her that-- but for him understanding.]
Thanks.
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You're welcome.
[ She really doesn't need to thank him for anything, not as far as he's concerned, but he gets it. Transsexuals still get mistreated as it is even in the time he's from, he can only imagine that to her, things must have been much harsher and more complicated. So much so that even a sliver of kindness or understanding would be an incredibly jarring thing. ]
You'll be alright on your own? I can find you a bed if you want to get some rest here, but you might be more comfortable in your own room.
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There's a small nod from her as a sign of acknowledgement. She keeps holding his wrist even after he withdraws his own hand away for a while, squeezing it softly .]
Why? Will you tuck me in and give me and kiss me goodnight if I stay?
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Not that he can fault her for it, honestly. He doesn't tease and flirt like she does but he has his own methods to get people to shift their attention away from something, usually something related to him and his condition, and it's exactly because he knows how unpleasant it is to have people insisting that he makes no note of it at all. ]
Don't push your luck, J. [ He says it with a smile, though, tipping his head a little, letting her hand stay on his wrist for a while longer. ]
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[J smiles shortly to herself. The way how he just brushes off her suggestion amuses her, it's like nothing can throw him off. Usually getting turned down or failing to rouse up a reaction only makes her feeling frustrated, even if it's not personal, but with Bruce it's different. It's strangely welcomed and safe feeling.
She laughs softly and hesitantly takes her hand away, finally looking up to meet his eyes.]
Is the doctor going to kick me out?
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[ The medbay's just not a very pleasant place right now, nor is it quiet, what with all the people coming and going, and how busy it is. But if she happens to not want to be alone - and he can understand that all too well - then there is a row of beds where people are just resting and recovering from their own wounds.
With his hand freed again, he finishes cleaning up much more quickly, finally throwing away used pieces of gauze and cotton, the table all but ready to be used by the next patient. ]
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[She says, bringing the usual flirtatious tone back to her voice. She knows it's a long shot seeing that more people both new and the injured ones keeps coming in, making sure that Bruce and the other staff of medbay will stay busy. ]
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