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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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[ And yes, he does appreciate that note. As interested as he might be in learning about them, he's not going to risk the safety of the ship by getting too close to someone he knows could be unstable or dangerous. ]
How far along are you with the project?
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Indogene technology also lets me create artificial limbs. We're an artificial race who sometimes has to, for whatever reason, graft or replace parts of ourselves. But we usually create them out of protoform. So it's pretty far along. I just need to make sure that the illusion of flesh is hyper realistic and matches that of the host. Second of all I want to make an efficient way for contact with that "flesh" to create realistic stimulus to nerve endings in the arm.
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I've never heard of it - protoform, that is. [ Excuse Bruce for now staring a little at her, visibly marvelled at what she's just told him. Of course he figured she wasn't human, but from there to being an entirely artificial race goes a long way. ] And you have that too? I mean, nerve endings. And if so, a brain to which it all connects? Do you have other artificial organs too, or-- [ He stops, wincing slightly. ] Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I just... got very curious. I'm sorry.
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I'm about as close to a computer as an organic being can be. I can interface with most computers. Protoform is the material I'm made of, and like I can adapt to most systems protoform can match and adapt to most species. Brain. Nerve endings. Even the parts for a fun time. I got all the goods, baby. The Omec didn't skimp on making their slave-races. They wanted some real go-getters.
[She can't help the bitterness in her tone there. The Omec... Defiance was making a stupid decision in negotiating with them.] But I'm luckily blessed because of it. That's why I was able to help design the containment unit that held your big green self.
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Right. I should've thanked you for that before. [ His words are very much genuine. ] Thank you. It's an impressive creation. I hope I won't need it again, but I'm honestly relieved to know it's there, should I ever need it.
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By the way.
I know you probably had a hard time with that. I'm from a destroyed planet. As long as there were Arks, as long as the people made it away, they'll be fine. Any chance to start over. And, by the way- [She goes over to her work station where she picks up a flower, a seedling in a small pot. It's already budding, glass-like leaves peaking through the tight green protecting it.] I have someone helping me with my medicinal plants, so this is a new one. Native species to Cadacus Primary. This one, born here. Take it. Take care of it. I'll send you care instructions.
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And he's never really believed in coincidences, either.
He looks down at the small budding flower in the pot she hands him, taking it gingerly from her. His mouth parts a little, an expression of clear surprise as his eyes stay on the small petals poking out, unable to completely hide the mix of feelings that have his chest clutching, mingled with what memories he has of what happened in Caducus Primary.
He looks back up to Meh, pressing his lips tight and swallowing dryly. The question 'why' is right at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't ask it, instead nodding and quietly accepting the flower. ] Thank you.
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Give me a shout if you need me.
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He's definitely not letting the plant die. ]