( april intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: April 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the correctional facility of Del Pascia.
Warnings: Mentions of blood. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

slammed & counted "I feel liberated when I'm doing it, and I want other people to feel liberated through it." 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. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. With the combined efforts of the crew, the terror plaguing the ship has been successfully removed from the Moira. Yet, it doesn’t come without consequences. Aside from the overall state of those aboard the ship, the Moira itself has taken considerable damage across various sections. Overall functionality seems stable for now, but with necessary repairs to be made and few supplies to actually make them with, the Captains have set a course for any nearby planet with the hope of finding what they need. However, that is much closer than it appears. As new arrivals begin coming through the Ingress, a message is received by those in the Tower and broadcast to everyone: Please be advised. Your vessel is now entering Restricted Space. As per penal code 65208-A, only authorized personnel are to be admitted beyond this point. If necessary, further assistance will be provided once docked. As there is little choice, the Captains instruct Navigation to proceed with caution. All transporters will be required to assist in taking those who volunteer to the main hub. WELCOME TO CORRECTIONAL FACILITY DEL PASCIA Del Pascia is one of many facilities across the universe built to maintain and rehabilitate its inhabitants. With a combined populace of both prisoners and employed civilians, it functions as both prison and living quarters. The central section of Del Pascia is divided into multiple floors that branch out into subdivisions of the facility—clearly and precisely labeled. For those contracted to work in the prison, Del Pas Main is home. There are cafeterias, common areas for exercise and general downtime, divided residences, and work stations. Beyond this area, each remaining wing of Del Pascia separates into cell blocks A through F with similar facilities available to the inmates. Varying degrees of criminals are brought to Del Pascia, ranging from maximum security to juvenile offenders, and security differs depending on which block is visited. Yet, there is something peculiar about this prison upon further investigation: there are no living persons within Del Pascia. The AI, which runs and oversees all of Del Pascia, has made arrangements with the Moira so that those who wish may board and take what is needed to begin repairs. This program, while generally polite in nature, goes simply by the name D-E-L. ☄ ENJOY YOUR STAY ... IN PRISON Those who choose to go to Del Pascia will find themselves greeted by D-E-L. It has already agreed to terms with the Captains, allowing crew to strip nonessential supplies that aren’t needed since the station’s crew and prisoners were relocated due to funding cuts. The only condition placed upon this agreement is that any crew wishing to explore must undergo a mandatory decontamination before proceeding through the rest of Del Pascia. This process takes only minutes and is guaranteed to cause no physical side effects. Following this simple procedure, exploration is open with only warnings to be careful about damaging key systems. It is important to note that there are various security cameras located throughout the correctional facility, and it is not uncommon for D-E-L to comment or show concern for those exploring parts of Del Pascia. ☄ DEATH BECOMES YOU There is salvage to be found in all parts of the facility, including the cell blocks and infirmaries of the prison wings. However, there is something odd about these sectors, a strange charge in the air that follows you as you search for anything useful to bring back to the Moira. Perhaps it is the eyes of D-E-L watching? But then, after an indiscernible amount of time, it's like a switch is flipped. Suddenly, you are wearing your sins where anyone but you can see. For however much death you have wrought or committed, there will be blood on your hands—perhaps even further than that. This bizarre occurrence will appear as an almost digital skin and will not vanish until outside the cell blocks. If exploring the infirmaries for supplies, any and all health stats throughout your life will be visible and easy to read by anyone who happens to take an interest. For those who have killed once or twice, they might find a red stain on their hands, but the higher the kill count will result in larger proportions of blood covering their arms and, in extreme cases, perhaps their entire body. The blood will vanish once you have left the prison wing, though you may occasionally see a flicker of the image while anywhere on the station. The same goes for health stats viewed in infirmary sections of Del Pascia. ☄ WHAT WAS THAT SOUND? Del Pascia is a very large station and has been abandoned for quite some time. D-E-L will regretfully inform anyone who asks that some nonessential areas have fallen into disrepair. It will warn that exploring these areas can be risky as it has no knowledge of what damage these sections have taken. Regardless of that, if you venture in, you’ll find that these sections are in rather bad shape. Exposed wiring sparks in the walls, a great variety of broken tools are thrown about, and it seems that every camera has been purposely broken. Venturing in further will yield valuable components for salvage, and yet... as before, you suspect you aren’t alone. It isn’t often, but sometimes, you might hear a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents. Every time you go to investigate... whatever made the noise is gone. Should the AI be queried about this, D-E-L will emphasize that all personnel and prisoners were removed and that there is no one on board except crew from the Moira. ( ooc; For questions, go here. All players, please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

Comments

[padbae]

✾ THE INGRESS

[ Padmé considers herself pretty comfortable with change and new, strange situations. But to be at one moment walking through the familiar halls of the palace, and the next to be chilled and breathless in a room is more change than she's ever experienced at once, and she takes one unsteady step forward and falls to her knees, the heavy red and orange fabric of her traveling outfit stark against the pale cerulean light. The darkness is blinding at first, so much dimmer than the bright halls of the palace, but details start to come into focus as she climbs to her feet, palming for the blaster Captain Typho had insisted she carry under the voluminous robes, only to find it missing. It takes her another few seconds to notice the other person here, jolting a bit before pulling herself as tall and straight as possible. ]

Who are you and where am I?

✾ The MOIRA; EXPLORING

[ For all the massive ships she's seen, the size and complication of these crafts never cease to impress her. It's less impressive the way she's gotten here, the contract she's signed (knowing there were others who were pulled in here against their will... she couldn't just leave them), everything that's lead her to wandering the halls trying to get a better idea of what she's found herself in. The ship seems a little more worse for wear though, and Padmé lingers near a more damaged area, frowning. What could have happened here? ]

✾ DEL PASCIA; MEDBAY

[ It seems a bit mad to leave the ship for 'salvage' as soon as she got here, but there's an itch Padmé can't resist, to learn more about her situation, and she finds herself walking briskly through the prison, having decided to look for any medicine or supplies, as well as any information on this part of the galaxy she's found herself.

There's a med bay, flickering with light and as soon as she steps inside. It's a strange thing, and as she peers at one of the screens (is this an ultrasound from one of the prisononers?) she get's a hill, turning to see someone behind her. She gives a small scream, all but jumping out of her skin. ]

Oh! You startled me!

✾ WILDCARD

[ Find Padmé anywhere on the ship or in Del Pascia! /o/ ]

del pascia; medbay; let me know if you'd like me to change anything

[imahologram]

[Leia starts back, a strangled little noise escaping her. The shriek startles her more than the woman's presence--and then, in the silence that follows, she catches sight of the writing floating next to her.

Name: Padmé

It's all she needs to see, especially combined with the big-eyed face. She's a lot like you, actually. Short.

And then Leia thinks to glance over and see what her text says. Leia Organa, sure, but then everything from her weight to the interrogator droid Vader used on her, and she takes another step back.]

I need to speak to you. [Her voice is steady but tense.] Somewhere else.

[padbae]

[ Padmé places a hand over her heart, trying to calm it. It seems that she's startled the girl (Leia? Organa? Couldn't be related to Bail could she?) as much as she was herself startled, by the wide, shell-shocked look on her face. She glances back at the screen closest, the image now replaced with a long description of her health history, and she frowns. It's...eerie, and she nods, trying to shake the strange feeling off. ]

Of course. Is there a problem?

[imahologram]

No--but I'd rather speak outside.

[There are plenty of problems, not least the fact that she'd prefer her mother didn't know every inch of her medical history--not projected next to her face, anyway.

Leia crosses the threshold of the infirmary, unconcerned with the fact that it means appearing to be covered in blood across her chest and arms. Better that than the stories hiding behind that list of past injuries. Looking up at Padmé, she speaks, the question hiding in her tone.]

You're Senator Amidala of Naboo.

[padbae]

[ Padmé follows her out, a million questions bubbling to her lips that are almost instantly dropped when she sees the blood on the other woman's clothing, a stronger than usual rush of concern hitting her. She gasps, reaching out for Leia, gentle fingers on her arm. ]

You're injured!

[imahologram]

No--no, I'm fine. Look.

[She rubs at her hands, and though she can't see it, she knows from experience that the illusory blood won't smudge or move for Padmé.]

You don't have to worry. [Please don't worry--don't let the first thing her mother knows of her is fear for her health.] You are the senator, aren't you?

[padbae]

[ Padmé reaches for her hands, scrubbing a thumb over Leia's skin and frowning, before hesitantly pulling away and smoothing her hands down the front of her uniform. She shouldn't have been so forward, but what kind of illusion is this? It almost seems like a projection...and is certainly not a tattoo of any kind. Leia's question breaks her thought process though and she nods, offering her a small smile as an apology. ]

I am... Am I wrong to assume you have a relation with Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan?

medbay;

[ex_forcechoke292]

[All he can do at that is laugh. It's not the reaction he'd been looking for, and he honestly hadn't meant to creep up; truth told he feels much of the same down here, but it seems so much less serious when that cloud of dread that sits down here is broken through so succinctly. It's easy to narrow his focus when he has someone to narrow it on.

Even if there's a whole mountain to still scale when it comes to how he envisions their relationship to what very little she knows about it.]

That's what happens when you come out here alone.

[padbae]

Anakin!

[ She frowns at him, shaking her head and purposely turning to look for medicine instead of looking at him. It's embarrassing, to not have heard him come up. But he was a Jedi, and so much more comfortable in his own skin then she remembers. It's still flustering to look at him to be quite honest. ]

You could have announced yourself.

[ She pulls open a drawer and finds a whole mess of bottles, and proceeds to start putting them in her bag. ]

And I do not need to be chaperoned.

[ex_forcechoke292]

Sorry. [He's still chuckling, he is not sorry one bit.] I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Senator.

[He's hands off, he's not directing; in fact, it almost seems like he's taken something of a cue, even if his presence alone tends to contradict all of it. Maybe she isn't the one who needs the accompaniment.]

I can still leave, if that's what you want. [Not that he really would; it's a bluff. A bad one.]

[padbae]

No...You're already here so you may as well help me.

[ She cant help but smile a bit, looking over her shoulder at him. ]

You're the technical genius, are any of these machines worth bringing back?

[ex_forcechoke292]

A genius? Maybe I am worth keeping around, huh?

[Look, it's not often he gets praise for his particular talents, even as minor as this is. He laughs is off, and is already poking around some of the machinery in the room; the situation, unfortunately, looks bleak. From more than one standpoint.]

Depends on what you want them to do.

[He looks on some of them skeptically; most are dead, but he makes a point of stopping to pull out wiring that looks salvageable from a few while he answers.]

Most of this has been picked clean or destroyed.

[padbae]

[ She rolls her eyes but still smiles, opening another drawer and emptying it into her bag. ]

I'm not certain what the ship needs, it's only been a few days since I got here.

[She straightens up though at the next part, turning to face him.]

I thought everyone was moved out of here due to budget cuts. Why would they have taken apart and destroyed the medical equipment?

wildcard

[jedimindtrick]

[ After their earlier pleasantries (followed quickly by too many trips back and forth, and too many surprises to feel entirely grounded), finding Padmé's familiar face in the prison feels like a soothing balm. He knows he can trust her, knows that she'll do all she can to help him, to help Anakin, to help herself.

He really doesn't have to worry about Padmé Amidala (the name he knows her by still); experience has thought him that she's a warrior as well as a diplomat. Nevertheless, it doesn't stop him from showing concern as he meets her in the junction between the holding cells and the prison medbay. ]

Padmé. Already exploring, I see. [ A slight smirk, one that doesn't reach his tired eyes. Should he expect anything less? Not knowing her as he does, he shouldn't. He thinks she's probably already started making bold plans to help aboard the ship in any way she can. ] Do you mind if I walk with you a while? I could use the company.

[padbae]

[ Obi Wan is always a welcome sight, especially in the more eerie hallways of the prison wing. He looks tired, more than she remembers him being. But years have passed since they had last seen each other on Coruscant, so she isn't sure if it's the weight of age or something more nefarious. ]

If I am to be kept here, Master Kenobi, I'm going to take advantage of helping the people here. A damaged ship is not a safe one, especially without a destination in mind.

[She smiles at his offer, and nods.]

I've grown a bit weary of the silence here, your company would be more than welcome.

[jedimindtrick]

[ The comfort of familiarity is not something he should be reaching for, he knows this, but even years younger than he remembers, Padmé is every bit the same steady grace he's come to appreciate and rely upon. In matters most befitting the need for a strong and thoughtful opinion, he so often finds himself turning to her. Even now, without a fully formed question, he looks for this. ]

Silence, I believe, was the problem at our last stop as well. It's a... troublesome theme.

[ Particularly when it's silence born of a halting necessity. He doesn't quite want to ask what all Anakin has shared with her, not because he doesn't have an urge to do so, but because he's almost afraid of where the question might lead (and how much he'd feel compelled to reveal on top of what she already might know). ]

My hope is that it won't persist.

[padbae]

I cant help but wonder how far from our galaxy or even our time period we are now.

[ A thoughtful frown crosses her lips, and she's silent for a moment. She's not certain if there is any way to pinpoint where they are without some very detailed maps...if Obi Wan hasn't been able to figure it out, she doubt's she'll be able to. Not that she wasn't going to try anyway. ]

What was the last planet you stopped on like?

[jedimindtrick]

[ Kenobi's head dips, his shoulders rounding. He won't be forgetting Ceta any time soon. ]

It was sparsely inhabited. The dominate native species naturally produced a drug — a well sought mind-altering substance — that attracted groups of hunters to the planet. They were operating under the assumption that the creatures possessed no sentience. We attempted to rectify this, through education and eventually through technical means, but there's no guarantee we've prevented this from happening on Ceta again.

[ He might as well have written a paper on it for all Obi-Wan's thought about the planet and its dual struggles. ]

Moira

[whatawaste]

[Sometimes, the pain of one too many minds gets to be too much for Maya. She can't shut them out and she can't drink herself into a stupor to ignore them. Distance helps, though. So sometimes, she tries to find the least populate area of the ship.

Usually the damaged parts.

And in her brief time on the ship, she's learned an important and valuable lesson: There are always damaged parts.

And so there she is, taking a slow, languid drag on a rankweed cigarette when the other woman appears. Not a familiar face. But damn it if she doesn't want to help out a fellow female. Her kriffing bleeding heart.]

Lost?

medbay.

[t65]

[Luke was studying stats when he hears a scream. Luke yelps in return, but he has his hands out in an instant in the gesture for I mean you no harm.]

[Well, one of his hands. He slips it back quickly, but it's easy to see his right arm ends somewhere below the wrist.]

I'm sorry, are you alright?

[padbae]

I didn't see you in here. I'm sorry for shouting.

[ She presses both hands to her heart, giving him an apologetic wince, teeth in her bottom lip. The fact that he's missing a hand isn't missed by her, but she errs on the side of caution that it may be an older wound.]

[t65]

Oh, it's fine. [Luke just wants to make sure everyone's alright.] I'm glad I startled you, instead of something dangerous. This place is enough to make anyone jumpy.

[padbae]

It's good to know that I'm not the only one who doubts that this place is truly empty.

[ She gives him a small smile, and then gestures to the machine he was hunched over when she turned around. ]

Do you need any help with that?

[t65]

Prisons are famous for having people in them, right? [Luke grins just a little.]

I wouldn't mind it. Here, could you hold this? [He's trying to keep open a spring-loaded compartment door about the size of a breadbox while also reaching inside to reaffix internal wiring. It's the sort of job made infinitely easier by two working hands.]

ingress

[deal]

I don't know where we are.

[Cassandra places both of her hands up to show she's unarmed and means no harm. Her arms are quickly dropped to her sides as she stands up straight as well, wanting to seem a hell of a lot taller than her 5'1" actually is. She's not threatened by the other woman, but seeing her stand up tall and straight inspires her to want to do the same.]

I'm Cassandra. We've both been pulled into this place. Wherever...this place is.

[Her eyes glance downward, to her own bare feet. She digs her toes into the cold metal floor.]

And someone stole my boots.