( april event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: April 14th and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The prison isn't all that contained after all.
Warnings: For the (sort of) undead, possible violence, and nudity. Please label your content!

E V E N T

revive the risk "Big things have small beginnings." Things have been going relatively well for the crew of the Moira thus far despite their current circumstances. With D-E-L’s help, many supplies have already been gathered, and those with the necessary components have begun making much needed repairs. Yet, things aren’t as peaceful on Del Pascia as they might have seemed. The resident facility AI has slowly started growing more and more unresponsive to questions, often answering in rather irritated tones and short, snippy answers. Still, no system glitches appear across the prison except for one minor detail: random doors and hallways suddenly lock and close for no reason and don’t open again for varying amounts of time—ranging from minutes to hours. Does this have anything to do with the unsettling feeling some crew members have experienced since stepping foot onto Del Pascia? Or is there a simple explanation that can be easily chalked up to as an accident? ☄ DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 ) On the Moira, crew come and go without much hassle. They take a transporter to planets and moons and back again without any fuss... Until today. All crew that try to reboard the Moira coming back from Del Pascia will be denied access, a warning flashing on their MID - Decontamination Required for Entry. It’s a protocol that hasn’t been enacted before, and the MID offers no explanation as to why it is now. The transporter will seal and then be permitted to dock in the Cargo Bay, where the procedure will begin. All crew on the transporter have to dispose of their clothing by placing it inside hazardous waste bags located in a compartment near the front of the craft. After all clothing is stored, a gas-like substance will fill the transporter, breathable yet tasteless, and once it dissipates, crew will be free to go. Other crew members will be waiting in the cargo bay with clothing and blankets, per the captain’s instruction, but no clear explanation will be given for this sudden new protocol aside from “potential health risks”. ☄ D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE ( 04.18 - 04.23 ) After the decontamination procedures for the Moira go off, the captains issue a ship-wide alert to let the crew know that the ship is picking up on something inside each person that boarded the space station. It is speculated that the crew came in contact with an unknown biological contaminant either during the station’s decontamination procedure or sometime after. At this point, they aren’t aware of what will happen to those that are carrying the contaminant, and the captains ask for anybody with experience to head to the Medbay to begin testing. Crew don’t appear to be in any danger, so they are allowed to continue gathering materials and supplies on board the space station at their discretion. (Every time they come and go, they will be made to go through the procedure described above). Any crew remaining on Del Pascia will find that D-E-L is more vocal than ever before. It is answering questions, as well as trying to convince crew members to abandon the Moira and take up permanent residence aboard the space station. ☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 ) Like most unfortunate things, it seems everything happens all at once.The noises you heard, a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents, become louder. You can’t place where they are coming from at first. You turn, you follow, but the search yields no results. And then, without any warning, it’s crystal clear as “they” begin to creep and move from within the shadows and ruined sections of Del Pascia: the prisoners and workers said to have been relocated by D-E-L. Their voice is one, regardless of how many gather, and they tell you, “You can be happy here” and “I can make you better” shortly after. Worse than the way they speak in unison is the way they look. Mutated and deformed, their prison uniforms are in tatters and covered in various levels of the same blood that the crew has experienced during their time on Del Pascia while visiting the prison blocks. They don’t attack to kill; they only try to detain, to drag crew members further into the station and are methodical and precise in how they do this as if they’re being controlled by something greater and much smarter than them. To those that fight, D-E-L’s voice will call out, telling the Moiran not to struggle, to stay here and be safe, be better. The AI explains that life there on Del Pascia is easy, peaceful, and nobody will cause you pain. Suffering is a thing of the past and loneliness is something you’ll never know again. The prisoners follow the command of the AI, its voice falling from their lips. D-E-L claims they feel no pain, no hunger. They are united in one purpose and are therefore free of all strife. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free like that? As always, fearing for the safety of the crew (and despite the disrepair of the Moira from events prior), the captains ask for all those capable to assist with extracting those aboard Del Pascia as quickly as possible before D-E-L tries to lock them inside. Running, after all, is better than dying, and it’s certainly something everyone aboard the Moira has gotten quite good at.

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[t65]

[I've seen it. You have too, he's-]

Ben trained him. [Which explains more for Luke, he suspects, then it does for Leia.] He wasn't always in darkness. He must have... he must have done things like that, too. Slipped up when he wasn't careful and done something terrible.

[imahologram]

[That Obi-Wan trained Darth Vader is a shock, but it doesn't have quite the same resonance for her as it does Luke. It's what Luke goes on to say that has Leia slowing down, looking up at him with the concern she's held onto for a year now.]

But he didn't stop. You did. You can't think--just because you shared a teacher--

[t65]

['Because you told me to, Leia.' But he doesn't say it. It's too mournful, strangely rude in the face of Leia's suffering. If she trusts him, who is he to disagree? He nods.]

Thank you... for trusting me. [It means more than she knows.]

[imahologram]

[She would hate to think that she was the reason he did that--but as long as it remains unvoiced, it's easy to give him a smile.]

You don't have to thank me, Luke. Of course I trust you. [It should be that straightforward, shouldn't it? He's her brother.

Maybe that's what has him so unhappy, though--the fact that Darth Vader trained with Obi-Wan. Maybe that's what he's been carrying since Cloud City, the knowledge that the basis of his training could be suspect. They shared a teacher, and now Luke fears following the same path that Darth Vader did. Is that enough to make him as sad-eyed as he's been? She's not sure.]

[t65]

But- it means a lot. [He tries to say it calmly, as though it's not the foundation of a newly forming mantra. Leia trusts me. I have to be worthy of that trust.] According to Yoda, it's something all Jedi are at risk of. He told me the Dark Side was eaiser, faster...

[He's not sure what he's trying to say, just that his mind is caught at the cave on Dagobah, and all the things it warned and promised.]

[imahologram]

...But it comes at a price.

[They each have their own evils to fight, and Leia thinks those evils must always be the easier choice. It's easier to let a single man subjugate billions than to give those billions the freedom to participate in a fair and just democracy. Easier to fall to the rampant murder and cruelty of Vader than to follow a path that demands something better.

But choosing to resist those simple, corrupt possibilities is what makes them who they are.]

And I know you. You'd never choose the Dark Side of the Force.

[t65]

Yes. You'll know it, if you ever feel it, it's... cold, like death. [That's the only way he can think to describe the cave, the feeling of Vader standing over him, freezing darkness and deathly quiet.]

And you. I know you'd never choose it, either.

[There is, of course, the question of whether a choice is even involved. Increasingly, it's beginning to feel more like slipping and wounding oneself, rather than choosing to jump. But that's too much for right now. He'll puzzle over it later.]

[imahologram]

Cold... [There's something itching at the back of her mind, some unknown she can't seem to place. Shaking her head a little, she gives up on it.

(It's Kylo Ren. Of course it's Kylo Ren.)

She doesn't know enough about the Force to speak with confidence on what she might or might not do. What she's certain of is her trust in her brother. She puts her arms around in a quick, tight embrace, hoping it can be a little reassurance for him.]