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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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"Huh. Guess I get that. People always go apeshit when somethin' big goes down." She stops for a moment caught up in something he said that doesn't fit right. "Two hundred years?"
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"What year are you from?"
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She stares at him, wide eyed. "2019. That's what D said it was and he ain't never wrong."
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So either the mysterious D was wrong or else his and the girl's universes are more different than he'd originally thought. He says none of that, though. He'd rather keep up the fantasy that they could be from the same world.
"Wow. I guess that means you're, like, way older than me."
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"And you ain't even heard of BLI before," she whispers under her breath.
If he is from the future and still doesn't know about BLI, maybe the company can't last forever. Maybe the boys will get want they wanted after all; a world without Better Living. None of them, herself included, will live to see it. But maybe it's not just a campfire story to tell to get through the cold nights. That almost puts a smile back to her face.
"No way. You're old than I'll ever be. I bet you're like thirty or something."
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He's only off by fifteen years. That makes it only barely a lie, right? Like, at least he's not trying to say he's twenty-nine every year forever. That'd be just sad.
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“Do people always get that old here?” Will lives be longer in the future? Will people be more than a quick match strike, burning out quick and leaving nothing but ash behind? It would be nice to see a world where being out in the sand didn’t mean counting weeks but could lead to counting years.
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"It's still kind of dangerous here and too many people die too young, but living to thirty's not that weird here. And some people, who are epically awesome and really good at survival can live to be, like, almost fifty or more."
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She shakes her head, knocking her shoulder against him in a small gesture of comradery. He's playing a joke on her, obviously. Just like the boys used to do with her. She'd never met anyone that old and was at the age that she had trouble believing anything she had no experience with. "Quit with tryin' to be funny and show me around, okay? Wanna pretend bein' good a survival makes ya live, then ya gotta show me."
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He ruffles her hair with his hand and tries to think of someplace good to show a child. Diamond City, maybe? The mayor is far more authoritarian than Deacon likes, and an anti-ghoul, anti-synth racist bastard, but it's still a good example of people coming together to build a ramshackle bit of civilization out of the chaos and destruction. Although the girl is even more authority-averse than he is, so...maybe not Diamond City. He'll show her the Freedom Trail. Even if he can't reveal HQ itself, he can still show her the that.
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She tenses at the touch to her hair; she wasn't used to being touched by anyone outside of her crew. But she doesn't duck away, a sign that she likes him well enough not to push him away. She shoots him a little smile, a half apology for how her muscles have locked.
"Where we headed anyway?"
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He flicks a quick, sheepish smile back, a silent apology in return. He knows how much an unexpected touch can freak out someone who's used to always being on the alert for an attack. He should be more careful next time.
"It's called the Freedom Trail."
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She likes it. It sounds like the things Cherri would say on the nightly broadcast, wise and making the boys nod along like they'd figured out something profound. The kind of philosophy wild raised teenagers believed in.
"Freedom, huh? You guys really wanna sell how well off ya'll are around here."
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His eyes scan their surroundings as he speaks. It's quiet so far, but he knows there are super mutant camps along the trail. With luck, though, he and the girl will be able to sneak past them.
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She watches him look around, takes the time to gather her thoughts. "Did the old world really have all that much freedom?" She asks after several moments, biting her lip. Her admission comes quite. "No one ever talks about before the wars much. Think it makes 'em kind of sad or maybe everyone's startin' to forget."
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That's the impression Deacon's got from the books he's read, at least. Hard to come by, half of them history, half of them propaganda, they've left him with an idealized view of the past.
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Her view of history was terrible warped by having no real sense of it. She'd only gathered a little from listening to her crew talk, though they knew little of the world from before the bombs and from D, who was always so wrapped up in the wars that he rarely talked about the good. The praise the wasteland got for it's freedom made her think it was the only place to ever really have it.