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"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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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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Jango Fett’s. The man who killed me. [She says it bluntly, almost casually, staying turned away as she pulls open a few cabinets and drawers. Things have been pushed away, put out of order. And yet the thin layer of dust that’s begun to settle over the furnishings suggest that whatever happened, it happened some time in the past.]
It looks like nobody’s been here in awhile. [Zam walks from the main space into an adjacent hallway, peering into the other rooms. They follow the same pattern -- messy, with few things taken.] Looks like they left in a rush too. [She doesn’t sound triumphant about her killer being chased out of his own home -- just perplexed. Worried, even. And she refers to a “they,” not a “he.”]
What the hell happened here...
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[ miles looks around, taking in details as he listens. he raises a curious eyebrow at zam. ]
So who was Jango Fett? [ he walks the perimeter of the room, examining things, pulling out a drawer or two to inspect them curiously. ] I didn't figure you'd have had a key to your murderer's apartment. Old friends gone sour, perhaps?
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[It’s faint. But if Miles is silent, he might be able to hear the faint murmur of someone speaking in the hall outside the apartment. And their voice is coming closer...]
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[ it must be very strange, coming back to a world in which she knows she's already dead. would she even want to come back? he can't tell if she's glad to be here or not. well, if not, he could think of a few places for her to go, if she was willing. ]
This doesn't look like a cut and run to me, either. Most bounty hunters aren't big fans of loose ends or a trail, but you'd know better than me, I suppose.
[ he falls silent at her cue, listening hard. he hears it, alright, and he glances up at her, readying his stunner, his voice low. ]
Another old friend?
accidentally writes a novel OTL
[A glance back at Miles at his assessment.] Not all bounty hunters get a choice depending on who they’re running from. [Though Zam does have trouble thinking of someone who could cause the fearsome Jango Fett to drop everything and run like this.
The approaching voice is high and feminine, with a distinct, almost melodic tone to it. It doesn't take Zam long to recognize who it belongs to.] More like an acquaintance. [She notices Miles reaching for his stunner and gives a small shake of her head.] She’s a civilian. Probably unarmed. [Which means ideally they can get out of this without even firing a shot, stun or not.
There’s the faint click of the door to the apartment being opened and Zam grabs Miles by the arm to pull him into the nearest room. He only has a moment to take in his surroundings -- a small, unmade bed, a handful of model starships scattered on shelves, a starchart neatly pinned to a wall -- before Zam tugs him into a closet and quietly closes the door behind them.
If Miles is quiet (and he’d better be), he can hear what the stranger is saying:
“I assure you, Master Beti, we have followed your instructions as closely as we can. The results are still the same: months have passed and he has not returned. And it is not in our nature to allow such a space to sit empty for this long.” That definitely catches Zam’s attention. So Jango’s still out there somewhere? Zam listens closely, but she can’t hear another voice. Taun We must be speaking on a commlink then.
“Might I restate that we have taken thorough account of all objects within the dwelling and have not found any of particular value or use? Whatever he returned to find, it is likely already in his possession.” A pause. “Respectfully, I do not believe he will risk his freedom for something of merely ‘sentimental’ value.” Zam rolls her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t. Is that why all these things are still here? Because someone thinks they can lure Jango Fett back with sentimentality? It sounds like a joke.
There’s another pause and when Taun We speaks again, her voice is almost reproachful. “Boba Fett is not 'most children.'”
Oh. Before Zam can even process that, Taun We’s speaking again. Her voice is getting closer as she walks through the apartment. “Indeed, if your Order truly wishes to apprehend him, I would suggest a far less passive approach. Given the nature of his father’s death, it is unlikely his hostility will abate with time.” Zam’s mind races as she tries to fit the pieces together. Jango is dead. Which means Taun We has been talking about Boba this whole time. But if both Zam and Jango are gone in this universe, where else is there for him to go? The kid had spent his whole life living on--
Ah. Zam understands. This is a trap. A trap relying on the fact that sooner or later, Boba will want to come home. Taun We continues with her conversation, oblivious to her eavesdroppers. “As are his brothers, yet I am sure you have found that their age does not hinder the danger they pose to their adversaries.”
There’s a click as Taun We opens the bedroom door, her voice clearer now more than ever. “You are correct: we did not train him. Bounty hunters did.”
In the darkness of the closet, Miles might see Zam reaching for the blaster at her side. He might want to stop her from doing something she’ll regret later.]
a beautiful novel
thank u for your patience with my self-indulgent infodumping
The Kaminoan drifts through the room, still speaking into her comm.
“You may believe what you will, Master Beti. But speaking as someone who actually knew the child, I must inform you that I believe this endeavor to be in vain.”
She lingers in the room for a moment longer. Zam can hear the faint sound of another voice through her comm, though she can’t make out the words.
“Energy readings, yes. But no arriving ships in any of Tipoca City’s ports. I do not believe he would simply teleport back into the residence.”
Ah, Taun We must be getting fed up if she’s actually resorting to sarcasm, however mild. The Kaminoan’s voice begins to move away as she exits the room and Zam allows herself a very quiet sigh of relief.
“A faulty reading, I’m sure. I am in the residence now and see no intruders nor any sign of forced entry.” Her voice drifts in and out of hearing as she continues to move through the rooms, until finally, she concludes her search.
“I assure you, there is no bias on my part. It is in my nature to be fair to everyone.” Those are the last words they hear before the door of the apartment clicks shut behind the Kaminoan. Zam waits. And then waits a little more. And then, cautiously, she opens the closet door.]
Well, [she says, voice carefully controlled.] That could have ended badly. [She says it as if she’s only referring to the possibility that they may have been spotted -- not that she almost pulled a blaster on the woman.]
SSSHH I LOVE IT
On whose end, exactly? And who was that?
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That was Taun We. She’s like… some administrator here. I've only spoken with her a handful of times. [Zam doesn’t know her official title, only that she has authority. And that she was very involved in overseeing Boba’s development.
She steps out of the closet, past Miles so he can’t see the unease on her face.] So, Jango is dead. [It should feel like a victory, but it doesn’t. She picks up a model starfighter from and end table, examining it rather than looking back at Miles.] Murishani kung got what was coming to him.
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[ miles rubs his chin, eyes narrowing in thought. ]
So if your Jango is dead, then who the devil was she talking about?
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The question gets a tense pause and then a gesture at the child’s room around them.]
Who do you think?