( november intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: November 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Exploration + new arrivals
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads

THE INFLUX

"It is not so much about beginnings and endings; it is about muddling through the middle."

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.

Welcome to Caducus Primary

Shortly after your arrival, you are met by one of the captains and any of the crew of the Moira who might have accompanied him. You are given a brief physical scan and are asked to sign a contract that states you are now part 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. Much like the Moira's own Ingress, C-Primary's Ingress seems to be malfunctioning, and nothing can return through it. If you choose to disregard this offer, you will be detained indefinitely by the natives of Caducus Primary. (Joining the Moira is really the only choice you have.)

DESCENSION

"I am the keeper of fragile things."

From a distance, Caducus Primary doesn't look like much. The weather on the planet is extremely stable, and the vegetation is neat, almost pristine. What stands out about C-Primary, however, is the fact that there are hundreds of VERY TALL buildings packed together in many of the cities. They are elevated about the ground on what appear to be stilts and sway almost gracefully in the gentle breeze that is always present. Their stability never wavers; they don't fall down. The streets are lined with beautiful sculptures that are placed wherever light is needed. Many other designs can be found outside as well as in. This planet is rather wealthy, and the abundance of their natural resources reflect in everything. The world glitters just as glass would in the sunlight.

Native Details
● They have darker skin tones, but their hair styles and colors are all as unique as they can make them. This can be seen as influence from other travelers.
● Friendly, welcoming, and encouraging to the crew to trade with them for what they need.
● There are no visible "poor" areas.
● Calm and organized. If lost or in need of directions, they will offer to take you where you are going.
● Vey strict when it comes to rules. (Trade what you say you're going to trade.)

☄CITY PROPER

There are many things to do once on planet. In the city proper, stepping into one of the multiple shops reveals workers crafting glass figurines, jewelry, cups, and other items to your specifications. Trading is the same as on all other planets—there is no one accepted monetary unit. Yet, any unsavory cargo (such as weapons, explosives, alcohol, and drugs) will not be found anywhere in the vicinity of these areas. Other travelers have set up places outside the cities near transporter zones for these particular necessities. Trade at your discretion. At night, if you catch your reflection in a surface that isn't quite as transparent (on a sculpture, the side of a building, anything made of glass), there will be a momentary glimpse of your past or future self. A blink, and then, it will be gone.

Staying on the Moira isn't required during time spent on Caducus Primary. Visit one of its many fine hotels with its beautiful accomodations. The price is remarkably inexpensive: it's free.

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Comments

[backsassin]

[Zam chuckles at that.] I wouldn’t tell that to a Force-user’s face. They like to think their powers are given to them by some all-knowing entity that gives them the right to meddle around in other people’s lives. [She tilts her head.] To be honest, I didn’t know there was anyone who hadn’t heard of the Force before. Not like the news will shut up about it now that the Jedi have gotten in bed with the Republic.

[incantamentum]

[He just sort of looks at her, taking it all in.] Wait... you're saying they'd be offended I called their gifts stunted? While all they can do is move things without touching them and... manipulate people's thoughts? That's, well, rather ignorant of them.

[They sounded ridiculous. Even witches weren't that entitled.] Well, it seems a lot of us have come from several different locations. I never knew things such as foreign planets, aliens, anything like that existed before now.

[backsassin]

Well, there’s two main groups of them. One of those groups would respond by smiling condescendingly and telling you that they know better. The other group would just cut your head off.

[And then he says that he’s never heard of other planets or even other races and Zam can’t help but be struck speechless for a moment. She stares at him incredulously.] You’re kidding me.

[incantamentum]

It sounds like, well, it sounds like certain groups I might know of back home.

[He shakes his head slowly.] I'm not, unfortunately. I almost wish I did have prior knowledge of these things. It would make this whole situation easier if I was forewarned.

[backsassin]

[She continues to stare at him as if he’s grown another head. She’s heard of primitive cultures before; encountered them, even. But she can’t quite reconcile that image with the seemingly urbane, educated man before her.]

So you’ve never met anyone who wasn’t human before? Or anyone from another planet?

[incantamentum]

People other than humans of course... [He chuckles.] After all, depending on who you ask back home even I'm not strictly human. But species from other planets? That is a little far from my knowledge.

[backsassin]

[Zam crosses her arms.] A human with the Force is still a human, [she points out. That is how she understands his “magic” after all.]

For someone who comes from a planet without space travel, you’re very, uh… [What’s the word she’s looking for here?] ...articulate. Where did you learn to speak Galactic Basic?

[incantamentum]

Ah but we haven't made the agreement that your force is the same as my magic. After all, magic is in my very DNA structure. [He shrugs at her.] Its why bloodlines are so important to us.

[He just stops and chews his lip.] Galactic Basic? My dear I've been speaking English, well, English and French when I can't find a word...

[backsassin]

The Force… might also be like that. [Zam actually doesn’t know. She supposes she’d have to ask a Force-user, but those tend to a) die or b) try to maim and/or kill her, so she doubts she’ll be getting an answer any time soon.]

Well, I can understand you and you sure as hell aren’t speaking Huttese. [Unless Basic and “English” are the same language, that’s not possible. She thinks for a moment, then speaks again.] Caiot uba biw bkoha mi ateema?

[incantamentum]

Ah, well then I suppose neither of us are really in the position to judge the similarities and differences between my magic and your force... They may be the same or they may be completely different. I suppose we'll never truly know. [He shrugs, it wasn't terribly important.]

I've never heard of this Huttese either, so I'm certainly not speaking that. [And then those strange syllables come out of her mouth and he's turning his head slightly.] Uh... Excusez moi I didn't quite understand.

[backsassin]

[Zam tilts her head, a smile somewhere between amusement and curiosity appearing on her lips.] So you can understand me now, but not when I say something like… [She thinks for a moment.] ”Doth fa woute da meoo yae echuta aha?”

[She watches his face closely, looking for any reaction to the phrase.]

[incantamentum]

I um, yes, I don't understand the latter end of your sentence. But I wonder. [He develops a look of concentration, wondering if switching to French would change things.] "Est-ce que tu me comprends maintenant?"

[backsassin]

[Zam shakes her head.] Didn’t catch any of that. [She thinks for a moment.] Which means, either my Galactic Basic and your “English” are the same, or there’s some kind of advanced translation tech at work that recognizes both. [She quirks an eyebrow.] Gotta say, both sound pretty unlikely.

[incantamentum]

Well that was French... but something tells me your second theory about advanced translation tech is more apt than one might have thought before. [He takes off his glasses to clean them before replacing them.] Honestly I'm not surprised? No-one has had any trouble communicating so far despite being from so many different planes.

ready to wrap up?

[backsassin]

Hm. [That’s… somewhat disturbing. Such advanced, discrete tech in her world is usually implemented internally -- that is, through implants in the brain or at the very least, the ears. In any case, she doesn’t like the thought of people she’s only just met poking around in her head.]

Well, it was nice meeting you, Eric. But I have some things I need to check on. [It’s the vague wording of someone tactfully saying “don’t ask.” In truth, she needs to find somewhere private to unshift and make sure she doesn’t have any surgical marks on her. Perhaps it’s paranoid, but, well, what’s a little non-consensual surgery among kidnappers?]