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Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!

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far from nowhere
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."

With the events of Del Pascia behind the Moira, things are only now beginning to settle—and not very well. Through the combined efforts of some of the crew, D-E-L and her permanent residents were incinerated into the dust of space. While it’s not the most peaceful end, it is one, and not many are going to be thinking back on how nice Del Pascia’s facilities were for quite some time. Repairing what they could of the ship’s interior and putting as much distance between the Moira and the prison as possible, those aboard are informed by Navigation that they are approaching another planet. This means, of course, the potential for better supplies, as some things are beginning to dwindle, and the Captains elect to dock so long as the crew follows protocol.

WELCOME TO AMISSIS-RE

Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet with no documented histories or signs of life. The Moira’s Navigation crew have scanned the planet for any usable resources and have discovered a faint signal emitting from beneath the surface of Amissi-Re. Using the transporters and any other crafts located in the Cargo Bay, the crew are able to travel to the source of the signal. Upon arriving in its exact location, they’ll find a small series of lakes that lead to a tower-like structure that appears to be in use. Crew must cross a poorly assembled bridge system that sways and dips when weight is applied to it in order to gain access to the entrance. Once there, a woman comes out to greet them and explains, excitedly, that she is so very happy that they have come to Amissis-Re.

Everyone can go home.

Their host insists that she has done the impossible and has somewhat fixed the Ingress that’s been built on Amissis-Re a long time ago, and what’s more, she can send crew home for short bursts of time. Upon following this woman inside, crew will find that the planet is not, in fact, barren at all. Diving deep into the underbelly of Amissis-Re, it’s like an eternal factory of machines, and while vast, for whatever reason, it also seems incredibly welcoming...

☄ LEAP OF FAITH ( 05.01 and on )

The barren planet of Amissis-Re is devoid of vegetation and organic life except for a lone woman, and the planet itself is an intricate honeycomb of machines that go for miles below the surface. Yet, that seems insignificant and unimportant in comparison to the news that the crew has just received. After Thán has looked at the Ingress, he tells the crew that he cannot say for certain that it is properly functioning, but Emiri native, Ben Link, will volunteer to test it out.

An elevator takes crew down to a glass platform that overlooks an inverted Ingress portal. In order to return home, the Moirans will have to take a leap of faith and jump in. Ben, in order to show his commitment to the crew and willingness to help get them home, takes that jump with Captain Thán seconds behind him. Jumping feels like dropping through wind; lights swirl, it’s warm, and a soft buzzing encompasses you as you fall. You don’t feel the landing. One moment you’re falling, and the next, you’re in a new world.

A few hours pass before a similar elevator rises from below and to the left of the Ingress, stopping beside the platform. Ben and Thán step out unharmed.

It works, and everyone can temporarily go home. Will you jump?

☄ COMBINE THE EXTREMES ( 05.01 and on )

The woman that greeted the crew and led them to the platform will allow anyone that wants to go home the opportunity to go. There’s only one catch: it’s not permanent. She’s worked for years to fix the Ingress so that she can return to her own home but hasn’t been able to make the trip an everlasting one. Everyone always comes back. Always. They go for a few hours, at first, but that amount of time increases with each visit.

The one guideline, she says, is that you can’t go alone. Each trip requires a partner, or it becomes too much for the mind to bear. These rules are simple: the world takes shape depending on who jumps first, but if crew go hand-in-hand and leap at the same time, the worlds combine. This new world will be populated with people that existed in both and may appear to be a jarring combination of both worlds. It may seem unusual, but if the woman is asked, she’ll explain that the combined world does exist as there are more universes than can be imagined. The Ingress tries to take the person to their own home, their original home, but when jumping together, it finds the closest possible match and deposits them there instead.

From that point on, you can travel the world together or split up, but remember, this world is a living, functioning world. It doesn’t matter if it’s the home of one crew member or a combination. You meet other people. You can get hurt. You influence and are influenced by others.

Be cautious, and enjoy your visit “home”.

☄ LINGER ON ( 05.05 and on )

The more times the Amissis-Re Ingress is visited, the more it seems that your trips last longer and the experience becomes even more vivid. More real and harder to distinguish from the current reality that you know. It’s difficult to explain why, but you get the feeling that maybe if you went without the aid of the host, that perhaps you’d be able to stay. Forever. It takes some subterfuge, but in time, you see your chance: she’s nowhere in sight, and you take it.

The world you are in now is completely your own, whether another crew member accompanied you or not. The people you know are there, everything around you is exactly as you remember. A few hours pass, and you don’t feel that familiar tug, that invisible hook at the base of your spine that signals that your visit is over. Even more time goes by, and you’re still in that world, your home. When the first day has passed, you begin to question if you’ll ever go back, or if life on the Moira was all a dream. The person with you won’t be able to convince you otherwise, and they’ll start to feel less real, a stranger that you used to know.

There’s only one way to go back to the Moira. Someone from the other side has to come in and retrieve you both. Once in, contact with a third will jump-start a link through the Ingress, and it will pull all crew back to the platform.

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[She can't respond at first, because she's completely fascinated with everything. Her hand grips hold of his a little tighter in her excitement at being in a city that's unlike anything she's ever seen before. Her eyes look back to the Jawa merchants, her smile growing as she listens to them chatter. This place isn't home, but it's fascinating anyway.

Up until she realizes that the merchants think they're suckers. Offended, her smile melts away and she turns a glare on them.]

Who cares how we're dressed? We look better than anyone else here. Come on.

[She starts walking further into the area, dragging him along with her. They don't get too far ahead before her annoyance fizzles out, and she looks up at him with a lopsided grin. She leans in a little closer to him so she can quietly ask him,]

So, you know other languages, huh?

It's not hard to look better than a Hutt, [Luke says, telling a joke out of habit. At home on Tatooine, he doesn't stop to think that someone might not know what a Hutt is. So Cassandra drags him along while he argues with the last stragglers of the merchant band that initially descended upon them.] Ya e'um pukay. No- Yanna kuzu peekay!

[That seems to have discouraged the last one, and he turns back to Cassandra.] Only a little. Jawa can't speak Basic, their mouths don't... [He's never actually seen a Jawa mouth.] ...make the right sounds.

[If he hasn't already impressed her before with the droid making and the promises to take her flying, the way he's able to speak another language and get the hagglers to leave them alone definitely does.]

You'll have to teach me to say something.

[The second she says it, she pulls away from him to hurry on up ahead to one of the many booths. She's excited to see such a bustling place where people are just going about boring day to day life, it's been a while since she's seen it. ]

[Luke is mostly staring down at his hand, reflecting on the fact that a Jawa just tried to buy it off him. And for only fifteen credits! He looks up just in time to see Cassandra speeding away.] Hey-!

[He hurries after her, and they end up at a speeder booth, manned by a soft-spoken weequay. Try as he might (and he isn't trying very hard), he can't hold on to a feeling of annoyance in the face of Cassandra's obvious curiosity. He leans over to her.]

Bo shuda means 'hello'.

Bo shuda!

[Not really one to ever be super cheerful in her greetings, her enthusiasm comes from the fact she's getting to meet a new species as well as a new language and she's proud of herself. She almost lifts her hand up to wave, but since she's not sure if that might be offensive or not, she drops her hand. And steps in close enough to Luke so she can try to discreetly whisper,]

How do you ask how much it costs to ride the speeder?

[She points over at one behind the merchant.]

[The Weequay mutters back a salutation in Huttese, and gives a quick speech on the quality of his speeders. Luke nods along, and keeps an eye out for the cheapest model that isn't liable to get sandclogged and die. He points to one at the far booth.]

If you want to ask the price, say kava che copah?

[Flashing Luke a confident grin, she turns back to the vendor, pointing along with her partner in crime at the speeder he's chosen for them.]

Kava che copah?

[It comes out a little clumsy and obviously untrained, but given that English isn't her native language she's relatively good at picking up things on the go and working with them. She's not sure how exactly they plan on paying since neither of them have any money that they know of, but she's still having a good time anyway.]

[The vendor begins rattling off a list of reasons in rapidfire Huttese, explaining why this speeder is the best in the city, no, the system! Luke listens with an unimpressed expression, but, for once, holds off on arguing back. He has a secret weapon.]

[Tatooine, Dagobah and Hoth: all have taught Luke the importance of supplies and stocking up beforehand. He's got his utility belt with ration bars and emergency supplies, and, more importantly, a few cannisters of water.]

[He turns to Cassandra with a smile that's maybe a little too cocky for a proper Jedi.] He says it's very expensive. [Luke rolls his eyes, and pulls a cannister from his belt. It's a terrible deal, and he knows it-- that speeder is an outdated model, and he doesn't believe the vendor's claims about a 'special' racing engine-- but Luke won't be staying on this planet. Let the vendor think he's a sucker, if Cassandra gets to ride in a speeder. He shakes the cannister, so the vendor can hear liquid sloshing around within it.] Bagon?

[Cassandra's eyebrows raise when she realizes what he's going to trade. A part of her wants to ask if trading water when they may need it is a good idea, but then she remembers they aren't staying here. They're just here for a visit. So she glances up at the vendor with an almost painfully serious look on her face. She doesn't want to let them see how much she wants the speeder, because in her experience the more you show you want something, the higher the price will become. She has a feeling water goes a long way in this place, though.

So she briefly glances up at Luke, then back at the vendor, just in time to see the two come to an agreement. The vendor says something she doesn't understand but assumes is positive, because they gesture toward the speeder in question. Excited, Cassandra curiously looks up to Luke once again. She leans in until they're pressed side to side, and she can whisper right into his ear.]

Does this mean we get to ride a speeder?

[Cassandra's excitement, however hidden, is infectious; Luke laughs and whispers back,] It means you own one. C'mon.

[He waves off the vendor's offers of insurance and an auxilliary fusion belt (at a special today only discount!); whatever problems this speeder may have, it won't be a problem for more than a few hours. He takes the proferred keys and starts the engine.]

[With a bit of a thump, the speeder slowly rises two feet from the ground.]

[To say that she's excited is an understatement. Her eyes light up as he tells her that she owns a speeder. It's been so long since she's owned anything that it feels surreal. So as he starts up the engine, she can't help but laugh and move past him to climb in, pausing only briefly to kiss his cheek as she slips by.]

Thank you.

[It means a lot to her that he's arranged for this, and she wants to show her gratitude.

She sits in the driver's place, looking over all the controls. It feels like she should tell him she never officially learned to drive back home. But this isn't a car, and he's here with her. What's the worst that could happen?]

I don't have any idea what I'm doing.

[And then -]

How fast do you think this thing can go?

[Luke is poking at the controls with an expression of canny concentration.] It's an old AB model-- if I only rented it for that much water, [He rolls his eyes and whistles. If the locals think they're suckers now...]

[He looks at Cassandra, sitting in the driver's seat, and considers asking if she's ever driven anything with a yaw before. But he decides to err on the side of Cassandra knowing what she's doing; she's a capable woman, no one can doubt that.]

[He taps the ignition control board.] We can find out. AB's are made by... Hraki, I think? They don't usually go for speed, more maneuverability.

[She doesn't know what an AB model really means, so she's grateful when he explains what the speeder is made for and how it will function. Even if it's not meant for speed, the fact that they can go anywhere at all is amazing to her.

Her eyes look over to the ignition control board and she concentrates on it, attempting to figure out what everything does without asking. The end result is the speeder jerking forward, almost plowing over the booth completely. It just narrowly avoids disaster.

Sheepish, she nervously chuckles, and looks over at him.]

Maybe you should tell me how to drive this thing.

[It's important to note that she's not budging from her seat. He needs to verbally tell her what to do. Quickly. ]

[Luke laughs, more nervous than mocking. He's going to die in a speeder accident, just like Owen always said.]

[He leans over and points at various keys and controls.] That's main steering, left, right. That's the yaw-- it orients you in the air, how high you want to go up, that sort of thing. AB models don't have the power to fly, but you can get a few good feet up there. Uh, that's the ignition control, so you can keep track of how much power you're putting into the engine, and control your drift speed with back-boosting.

[Is he going too fast? He feels like he's going too fast.] Here, uh... pull this lever, and then steer.

[That should move them forward, and hopefully into the road without killing anyone.]

[Surprisingly, he's not going too fast. Her eyes look to each part as he lists their function and purpose, making quick work of memorizing what seems to be the most important. His last instruction has her glancing up at him as if to say why didn't you say that in the first place?

Her hand goes to the lever, pulling it, and it's no work from there to steer.

Things are more under control this time, and she manages to start heading back toward open space. ]

What's the most impressive thing here? I want to see it.

[And recklessly drive the speeder to it, clearly.]

The Dowager Queen. [Luke says it with barely a moment's thought. There aren't many impressive things on Tatooine, but Mos Eisley has one of them... comparitively. He reaches up and points toward the looming structure, crooked in the ground. It's a ship.]

She's the center of Mos Eisley. Literally, I mean; the whole city is built around her.

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[She looks where he's pointing and frowns a little, confused.]

Did it crash there and they just decided to turn it into a tourist attraction or something?

[She doesn't get the appeal, but in some weird way it's nice because it reminds her of the plentiful destroyed and abandoned things back home. So she steers the speeder, keeping an eye on the ship so she can turn corners and head in the right direction.]

No, no! [He's laughing.] Mos Eisley started out as a settlement for the survivors of the crash. My aunt says she's descended from one of them. It's supposed to be that everyone with a traditional name is, but that's not really true anymore. [A lot of people take on the name just to fit in.]

[Her eyes narrow a little, until she decides he's not laughing at her as much as with her. Even though she's not laughing at what she's said.

As he talks, she starts to feel a sense of eagerness, because if people in a place like this can crash and build up a settlement, then there's hope for people back home building communities too. The idea of it is enough to make her smile as she looks to the ship, stopping the speeder while they're still a good distance away.]

It's amazing that so much has built up around it.

[She glances over at him, curious.]

Do you live somewhere around here?

It's amazing they survived. [But then, the story of the Dowager Queen's original inhabitants is highly fictional by now, a bedtime story told all over Anchorhead. In a few more decades, it will probably be entirely mythological.]

[He looks over to Cassandra.] I used to. We lived out on the Great Chott sandflats, that's... [He looks at the position of the suns overhead, and checks the chrono on the speeder's dashboard.] West, I think. [He points.] We had a farm right on the edge of the wastes.

[She notes the past tense, and bites the inside of her cheek as she nods in understanding. She wants to ask him what happened, but knows she'd be mad if someone did the same to her. Instead of talking, she heads over toward the west. She wants to get out of the busy area so she can go faster and see what kind of moves she can pull.

Without crashing, hopefully.]

What kind of farm was it?

[Luke is watching her out of the corner of his eye, trying to make sure they don't get killed. The model they're riding isn't made for speed to begin with, back when it was made twenty years ago, so that's a small guarantee against dying in a horrifying crash, right.]

The only kind of farm you can have on Tatooine: moisture. I've heard of other kinds, but I've never seen them. The Darklighter farm should still there, we can go see it, if you want. I haven't seen Dera in years.

[Of course, that connection to the real world, time and place and setting, reminds him that this isn't just a sight-seeing visit. He knows why he left. He's grown up in Mos Eisley, he barely notices the troopers wandering the streets, but they're there. Things are different now.]

But... if anyone asks, my name is, uh, Laze Whitesun.

Okay.

[She says it right after he's finished telling her his fake name, eyes widening as she resists laughing.]

Should I ask why, or is it something you don't want to talk about?

[As they pull away from the populated area, Cassandra keeps an eye on the direction they're headed. It looks like there's nothing but dunes up ahead, so she decides that a speeder ride is made much more fun while going in serpentine motions.

Up far ahead, still a good distance away, there's figures slowly shuffling their way through the sand. Cassandra isn't paying them much attention yet, but she's spotted them easily enough. They'll be easy to bypass, she figures.]

Uh, [Luke's grin is somewhere between bashful and proud.] I... might have a bounty on me.

[So concerned with the thought sandtroopers and keeping an eye on Cassandra's driving, Luke doesn't see the figures on the horizon. The Force whispers a warning, but he's too distracted to hear it.]

[His answer makes her laugh, and she breaks her focus on driving in order to look up and over at him with a smirk.]

A bounty? You really don't seem like the kind of guy who would have a price on his head. What did you do to deserve one?

[She slows down some so she can talk to him and not have to concentrate so much on not crashing and killing them both.]

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