Who: Everyone
When: August 9 and onward
Where: An unexpected destination
What: The newcomers go on a trip and end up far from where they expected
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label your content!

NOTE: PLEASE READ THIS OOC POST FIRST.

When the time comes for the travelers to go on the off-world trip that will help restore Thisavrou, they are not alone. Others who have settled on the planets longer and come to call them home are also prepared to travel; through the Ingress and do their part. Yet when the newcomers step through, whether they stepped through the Ingress seconds or hours apart, they will find that they have arrived at the same time, and only newcomers are in sight.

What awaits them is not a land of plenty. The land is barren, and dark storms in the sky resemble those held at bay by the Ingress complex—but much, much closer. Those who traveled on the Moira may recognize the landscape; though they have come through at a different point from the crash, they are on the Midway Hub. And there is no portal back. They are trapped.

hitting the road

Though some have been here before, the Midway Hub is not as they remember it. The storms fill the sky, leaving it dark and ominous even when they are not sweeping across the landscape—but they have clearly done so in recent times, and often. While never a lush land, large patches of ground an acre or more wide looking nothing more than utterly dead; the thistle that naturally grows is brittle, black and unable to be consumed even with the usual preparations to make it edible, and here and there animal corpses are found twisted into unnatural poses, but seemingly uninjured. These places are particularly concentrated near the broken Ingresses litter the landscape. While Midway Hub as a whole may seem naturally arid, these dead spots leave no hope that anything can possibly live there again.

The travelers have two options: stay where they are, or move on. While it might seem that they've been tricked into coming here and been left abandoned, those with the technological ability to do so may detect a sign of hope: a familiar energy source, far in the distance. Although none of the Ingresses they pass will ever work again, the faint energy shows that one still-functioning Ingress lies far in the distance, days away.

Although technological scanning or impressive memory of the landscape indicates that they are not separated from their destination by one of the gates that divide the land, they are also far from the shelter of the facility at the center of the Hub. Any attempt to travel in a direction other than that of the energy signal will result in a strange disorientation after several hours, bringing individuals back to their original path as though they've gone in circles. Meanwhile, though travelers will feel the need to slake their hunger and thirst through any natural water sources they discover, wildlife they can hunt for food and any supplies they have on them, if they don't find sustenance, they'll find that they will never pass out or reach the point of starvation. Instead, they'll be left alive and awake but feeling utterly hollow.

storm front

At regular intervals, the energy storms above descend onto the land, bringing not rain but violent clashes of negative energy and thunder so loud that nothing can be heard above it. The passing of the storms leaves some strange effects. The ground is warped and rotted by their touch, even solid stone degrading to a spongy surface. The air is tepid and oddly charged. Prolonged contact with air or ground will not supply energy, however — it drains it from organic and synthetic life alike.

Those who remember their last trip to the Hub, or simply explore in the right direction, may come across the cave complexes with their glowing surfaces and streams. The light is dimmer now, a sickly green, but drinking from the streams will still restore the energy lost, for a time. This time, however, the lethargy that inevitably follows is much more severe, and the drinkers are left with a raw, empty feeling leeching in from the wasteland around.

Those who are exposed to the storms, either by finding themselves in very close proximity or even closely observing them for too long as they approach, may lose their sight, or hearing, even much of the ability to feel touch — whatever sense they used in observation. What lingers in its place is a numbness. A hunger. And as time passes, the time between storms decreases; what seemed like hours between the storms becomes scarcely one, and their intensity grows.

wild life

Sentient beings are not the only ones affected by the storms; these creatures, attracted to sound and able to track by scent, and these panthers, which once looked normal but have been twisted by the storms into more monstrous forms, are numerous enough that travelers must be constantly alert for their presence. Though natural predators, the threat the creatures represent is not itself natural. They are also more aggressive. Some strange instinct drives them, not a need for food. While the panthers themselves can be caught and their meat cooked, it has little taste, offering nutrition but not satisfaction.

old familiar places

Although it's difficult to track the passage of time without day-night cycles, after what seems like more than a week of the travelers' unexpected trip, the storms abruptly come rushing in at the group of travelers, as if they're herding the group to move faster toward their destination and the Ingress energy that awaits them. The true nature of that destination becomes clear when debris appears on the horizon; the energy comes from the wreckage of the Moira, the interstellar ship that crashed here months ago.

Despite the trauma of impact, large sections of the ship remain surprisingly intact, though few of them are properly vertically oriented. If travelers are able to make their way inside the damaged sections of the ship, they'll find familiar territory, if they are one of those who traveled on the Moira, as well as shelter—something that's increasingly necessary as the storms seem to center over the ship, leaving little hope for survival outside. Useful items may be scavenged from the ship if they are willing to explore, but no personal items of any kind remain.

Strangely, the deeper travelers go into the crashed ship, the less familiar their surroundings will seem, regardless of their orientation. The inward-leading paths into the ship become generic metal, and as with the travel on the surface of the planet, they may find themselves back where they started. And no matter how far they go or how hard they try, they will find themselves unable to make it to the Ingress chamber itself...for now.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"It's somewhere they've sent us before." Ana had missed the trip to the Midway Hub before but she'd heard enough from Jack to recognise it. Was it foolish to hope that it wouldn't be as bad this time?

"It could be a message, or punishment." Anything along those lines. Though they'd been more direct in their efforts before.

     "I haven't been here three months so this is new to me. Although I did hear about the earliest group of offworlders being brought to a place full of Ingresses...." Consequently by the same person Ana had.

     "Don't know 'em that well, but I'd say both, if only because I don't think they quite know what they're doing."

     His Ghost has been half listening to the conversation as it had a look around, its glowing 'eye' brightening as it paused, facing in one direction. "-Cayde! I think... I'm picking up something. It's pretty far off, but there's definitely an energy signature."

An energy signature? Something was actually active in this wasteland?

"How far?"

Cayde's comment gets left for the moment but Ana's in agreement. She's had many a conversation with Jack about the Savrii and their motives, and them not knowing what they were doing would not be surprising.

     The Exo glances back at his Ghost as it swivels around to face both him and Ana again. Somehow it looks sheepish, expressed by the slightest shifting of its vertices and the movement of its core where its lens is.

     "I...can't determine the distance. There's some sort of disturbance, atmospheric, I think. Actually, I'm amazed I've been able to pick up anything at all."

     Cayde turns, looking out in the direction that the Ghost does once it's responded. His own blue eyes squint a bit as though to across the bleak horizon. "Any idea what it is?"

     The Ghost's own eye seems to narrow in concentration, the angles encircling its core swiveling just slightly like the dials that refine the focus on a camera's lens. "It...matches the readouts of an Ingress..!"

     Given the Ghost had been assisting with the repairs of the Ingress aboard the station, Cayde's not about to question its certainty. He turns again, looking at Ana.

The disturbance isn't unusual news to Ana, not with knowledge of the storm that had been hovering close by for so long. It isn't surprising that whatever this ghost was was having trouble scanning through it.

The sound of an Ingress though? A way to return? Ana definitely wanted to check that out.

"Let's go. We need to find out what this is." Follow the... ghost.

"Given the rest of our options looking pretty crappy? I'm with you."

Cayde shrugs, gesturing with a nod for the Ghost to show them just where to go. With no reason to argue, the Ghost floats along past Ana, not too far as it waits for the Guardian to start on after. Even with it giving them directions, Cayde's not letting it get ahead for risk of...whatever might be lurking around. Ghosts brought Guardians back to life, not the other way around.

There's a nod, and Ana lets Cayde lead with his--

"What's your friend?"

Considering that it had spoken Ana wasn't about to just called it a thing. Omnics tended to be funny about that, for good reason, though whatever this was didn't look like any omnic she'd encountered.

     It's a question that's become one expected to be asked sooner or later. Cayde answers in stride, "That's my Ghost," he replies, and the floaty companion in question turns slightly to offer Ana a nod.

     "Handy for locating things, cracking open time-corroded doors and systems, and a lot of other fun stuff."

     "Well, I wouldn't call everything 'fun'," the Ghost points out.

     The Exo hesitates, then nods slowly. "...okay, true."

"A ghost..." There's a thoughtful tone to it, almost a question. It was the first time that Ana had heard of such a thing, but for the minute it seemed to be a useful thing.

"If it can get us back..." It had already gotten them the information about the Ingress. If it had opened doors before... maybe it could do more.

"For now I'll settle for anywhere other than here," Cayde says. "Getting any sort of signal seems like a good thing though. Ghost's already helped fix up one, and if all of us have been dumped here, then the others who helped work on the Ingress should be on hand too."

Although with that sort of knowledge, it seems a little strange that the Savrii would strand them in a place with even a slight potential to return. There's a whole lot to this that doesn't make sense to him. But right now they've got other priorities.

"That experience should help now." If Ghost had helped before, after the one they were so used to had been damaged--

Clearly, to get them here, it had been fixed, or was functional enough. Unless they had another that they'd said nothing of before.

"Do you know who the others are?"

     They'd been successful in repairing it. It was only unfortunate that their accomplishment had been overshadowed by whatever that shadow invasion had been. Cayde is of the opinion that the Savrii have short attention spans or short-term memory.

     "Uh...there was that Quorra lady," Cayde says as thinks back. "Seventy-Six... No wait, he was about as helpful as I was."

     "You mean, in playing the part of the peanut gallery?"

     "I'll have you know we made an excellent peanut gallery."

     The Ghost glances back at him almost flatly before seeming to shrug. "And then there was Alan. Quite a few others, but we were all handling different parts of the Ingress, and I'd only spoken with so many directly, or at least long enough to catch names," it admits.

August Event Log: Part I

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