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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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[The crooked grin that accompanies that is as much for his own benefit as hers. It's true, though. Not that he's not capable of being well-behaved... But he knows himself well enough to think he'll say the wrong thing out of sheer contrariness.
It won't be that bad. Probably. Probably it'll just be small talk, some vagueness about the Alliance, maybe some questions about the nature of their relationship, depending on whether or not her prying aunts show up... Probably more awkward for Leia than for him, really. Which he can handle. Might be fun, even, because teasing her generally is-- only because he knows she'll get her vengeance quick enough.
Yeah, this could be going much worse.]
I'm not sure I want to see the not-simple end.
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[His table manners can, at times, leave something to be desired, but hopefully his role in the rebellion will make up for any faux pas. Besides, if worst comes to worst, they'll leave in a few hours.
This, she thinks, can't be all that bad.]
I don't think he'd appreciate if we put you in his coronation robes. [She's flipping through suit after suit as she speaks, occasionally pausing to look critically over at Han, as though trying to imagine what he'd look like in a particular outfit.] Here--try this.
[The dark trousers and lighter woolen shirt are straightforward enough. The cloak might be another story.]
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[Does it matter which fork you're using when you're talking about daring, heroic strikes against tyranny?
Granted, given the fate of Alderaan, they'll have to be careful on the details they give up.
Coronation robes are probably too complicated to even joke about. Either way, there's no getting out of this, so as she searches he busies himself getting out of his own clothes. Even if there are too many forks, it's probably good food, and showing up late would cause more of a stir.
He can't help rolling his eyes a little at the cape. So not his style.]
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No matter what happens, they won't reap the consequences, at least.
It's not hard to figure out which part of the outfit has Han rolling his eyes. He wears pants and shirts on a regular basis, but capes are more of a Calrissian thing.]
If you wear the cape, I'll let you pick out what I wear. [Since her mother doesn't seem shocked to see an adult where her daughter is, Leia assumes most of her own wardrobe is going to fit her. And nearly all of it will be appropriate for dinner with her parents.] Hold still--I'll put it on you.
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Doesn't seem like a fair trade.
[He can't imagine there's much there that wouldnt suit the occasion.
Still, he stays obediently in place, ducking a little so she can reach more easily.]
How long do you think we've got?
[Not a complaint, just wondering. If they vanish in the middle of soup, what then?]
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[He doesn't look bad in a cape, really, even if it's not what either of them would put him in, given the choice. With the stripes lined up correctly and the fabric draped neatly around his shoulders, Han almost looks like he could be Alderaanian, not just an accidental Corellian visitor (and possibly from a parallel universe).
When she's done, she pats his chest fondly, hand smoothing over the fabric. Sometimes scruffy cleans up well.]
I don't know. I was told a few hours, but... [A little shrug. Who knows? Truthfully, she's trying not to think about when this is going to end; she already knows the answer will be too soon.] Come on, let's see what kind of shape my room is in.
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After you, your worshipfulness, [he drawls. Just trying to get the contrariness out of the way.]
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Her room is as she remembers it: smaller than her parents' but still rather large, equally sun-drenched and trimmed in white. (Alderaanian princesses have a colour.) The broad bed, the desk in front of a window out onto the city of Aldera and the plains beyond it, the shelf of holos of her childhood, even the little keepsake box in the corner--it's all as it should be.
She stops short on the threshold, almost afraid to walk in further and disturb the room. But then she squares her shoulders and strides in with purpose. If anything in this world is hers, it's this space. er presence isn't a disturbance.]
Let's see what we have. [More to say something than any other purpose, as she walks toward her own wardrobe.]
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Walking through Leia's childhood home is strange; it's more or less what he'd have expected, knowing her and her title, leaving him grudgingly admiring her for not being stuck up about it. Breha and Bail, he imagines, must have been decent folk regardless of titles. Even in borrowed clothes he feels conspicuously out of place. The only reason he's moving about unchallenged is because Leia vouches for him, and that itself seems oddly like a display of power, the fact that her judgment of his character is so absolute.]
What's the fanciest thing you've got?
[Whatever it is he's not going to make her wear it to dinner, but he's curious. And as always, prone to teasing.
Besides, maybe showing off will be distracting. Being in her old room, he feels more intrusive than he has anyplace else.]
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[She glances back at him with a raised brow--but if that's what he wants to see, that's what he'll get. Leia moves much more quickly through her clothes, more familiar with their order and the location of her ceremonial dresses.
The one she decides Han would find fanciest is a long dress that shimmers at the neck, waist, and back, and otherwise falls in soft folds over her body. Leia's not sure it'll make much difference just to hold it out to him, so she slips out of the dress she wore here and pulls it on.
(Tomboy princesses learn to put on fancy dresses quickly. It's an important skill.)
And then she comes back out, doing a little turn for him. His instinct wasn't far off--having something else to think about makes their surroundings a little less foremost in her mind.]
What do you think?
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Too fancy for dinner?
[He likes her just fine in her more usual garb, he liked her plenty in awful bulky snow suits on Hoth, but Han never forgets for a moment that she's a beautiful woman and there's not a damn thing wrong with seeing her in a beautiful dress, now and then. Even if he has to wrap himself up in a borrowed cloak to achieve it.
At least it's not itchy.]
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[But if it makes Han grin like that, maybe they could both use a little unnecessary fanciness today. Leia snakes her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.]
But if Aunt Celly's home, she'll probably be too shocked to see me without grass stains to say anything.
[Not that senators ever come to dinner cheerful and messy and with bits of straw or leaves in their hair. That, of course, would be undignified.]
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Careful, I don't want them getting the wrong idea, thinking I'm a good influence.
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If they could take things with them...well, that would be her first choice.]
Your secret's safe with me. As soon as we get downstairs, you can tell them all about your work for the Hutts.
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[Not his proudest history, there, and under the circumstances not something he likes to reflect on... Considering the knowledge that he ended up in Jabba's clutches. But he can take it in stride.]
Just don't get me thrown out til after dessert.
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[Maybe there is power there, to be able to insist that Han belongs at her side no matter where she is, but it's a power she'd demand even in the most run-down shack.
Still, bringing up Jabba wasn't a fair blow, and she tries to soften it with advice.]
Start with the Kessel Run. If Father's home, he'll be impressed.
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[When they leaped into the ingress, he certainly didn't expect to end up telling tales of criminal activity to royalty.]
Anything I should know about them?
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[A story which will certainly not be biased in Bail's favour, certainly.]
Well--he and Mother are easy enough to please. Just be on your best behavior. If my aunts are there, that's a different story. [Fondly, if a little exasperated. It's so easy to slip back into that feeling, even with the strange relief at the knowledge that they're all alive.] Aunt Rouge won't be as impressed with your smuggling, so I wouldn't linger on it. Celly and Tia are nice, but... [A shrug.] Don't be too disappointed if they don't approve of you. They don't always approve of me, either.
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[Knowing how Ben feels about flying, he would expect her father must have done the bulk of it. It's definitely a story he'd like to hear, and it's a good sign that Bail at least won't be too difficult to speak with. Han has a pretty high opinion of his own capacity to charm.
But he's not really used to dealing with any family, much less such a large one.]
You know I like a challenge.
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[She hopes so, anyway. The last thing she wants is for Han to come away thinking the worse of Alderaan--but they're out of time for more consideration, now that they're at the dining room.
Her family rises from the table when they enter, and her aunts are present--but it's such a mercy to see them and her father smiling at her that she doubts she'll mind anything they could possibly do. Letting go of Han's arm, she rushes over to hug Rouge, Celly, and Tia in turn, kissing each of them on the cheek.
And then her father, squeezing him tightly in hopes it'll keep her from weeping openly and having to clench her jaw anyway when he murmurs I missed you into her hair. She doesn't want to let him go, but she has to after a moment, and with too-bright eyes, turns to Han.]
It's my pleasure to present you Captain Han Solo, one of the finest men I know. Han, this is my father, Bail, and my aunts, Rouge, Celly, and Tia.
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As far as Han is concerned, the only thing they really have to worry about is making sure they don't let anything slip about what's going to happen. Tempting as it is to see whether they can change fate for the better, if this is real at all, there's too much that could go wrong.
For the moment he's just going to take things as they come. Bail Organa seems like the sort of man who can appreciate a firm handshake, but he decides to try his luck with kissing the aunts' hands, if they let him. Some courtly women go for that thing, right? Han can put on the charm when he needs to. He can't necessarily keep it up, but he can (and does) muster the appropriate deferential greetings for everyone, even if the whole thing puts him a bit on edge.]
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With that out of the way, they find their seats, and two servants approach with a gleaming tureen of soup. (Four courses, then, to judge by the setting and the first course--and by her family's usual tastes. She should have told Han, but it slipped her mind.) And as they're served, Bail leans forward in his chair.]
The Alliance is growing by leaps and bounds. I used to know every member, and that clearly isn't the case any longer. You'll have to tell us about yourself, Captain Solo.
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[Especially as time goes on. They can use all the new blood they can get, these days; it's a dangerous job with more losses than he likes to think about.]
There's not so much to say. I was hired for some, uh, discreet transport, and I stuck around. [Largely for reasons that are probably far more obvious than he intends, from the quick glance he shoots at Leia.] Not so different from my old line of work.
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[She's a little subtler than Han is, her gaze steady on her father, sitting at her mother's right hand--but it doesn't matter when Han's so obvious about it. As Leia takes a sip of her soup (gorak broth with slender curls of vegetables and tiny dumplings), Rouge fixes Han with a deceptively casual expression.]
And now you've accompanied our Leia to Alderaan.
[Which, as comments go, is a trap waiting to be sprung.]
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The tone of that question, though? Yeah, that's trouble. Trouble he can see, but not necessarily avoid. He'll try his luck, though.]
Well, with the way she talks about home, I couldn't pass up the chance to come visit.
[Complimentary, and it's even halfway honest.]
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