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( may event log )

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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I'm real. [Without meaning to, Luke speaks in the slow and gently reassuring tones one generally reserves for a frightened child. What is going on?] And so are you. But all of this... it's just a memory. You know that's true.

[It's the sort of conviction and confidence one generally earns from years of training... or in Luke's case, copying the tone and stance of Old Ben. He adopts his posture even now, straight-backed and still.]

[Luke's tone is reassuring and would do well to soothe most people. Unfortunately, Tarn isn't most people.

It just makes him angry]

Don't talk to me like I'm some frightened youngling! [He takes a step forward, addressing his hallucination full on. Something inside him is nagging-- saying that Luke is right. But Tarn can't stomach the thought. It has to be a lie.] You're wrong. This is my home. This is where I'm needed and where I belong.

[He's resolute in his reasoning.]

[The truth is, Luke isn't afraid of Tarn. It feels like his life has been split in half again, except now it's before Vader and after Vader. And after Vader, nothing can fighten him that isn't a blood relation. Luke knows the danger of that, now.]

[He's calm in Tarn's presence. He reaches out his hand-- the shining metal one-- and speaks in that same calming tone.]

You know the truth, Tarn. This isn't your world. I know you miss your home, but this is just a copy. What you do here doesn't truly matter.

Shut up! [Tarn slams a heavy fist atop his desk just feet away from where Luke is standing. The force of the impact topples a stack of datapads and knocks over a glass with the barest dregs of Energon still inside.

He doesn't want to let go, but that nagging feeling inside of him is getting stronger. ]

How can I possibly trust you? How do I know that you're not the illusion?

[Through the Force, Luke feels the impact before it comes, and jumps in unison with it to avoid the jolt. He lands neatly on his feet. To the observer, it seems he has an excellent sense of timing. In a way, he does; timing, luck, destiny, all other words for the Force.]

If this is your world, what could be causing the illusion?

[Tarn freezes, staring at Luke with am unreadable expression. If his mask is good for one thing, it's to help keep his emotions sealed.

He has a point.

Of all the people, or things, for him to possibly hallucinate, why would he choose a random organic that he barely knew from a far away dream? Surely if this were a stress induced processor glitch, he would be envisioning Megatron here in front of him. Or, at the very least, a Cybertronian.]

You can't make me leave. I would rather stay here, fantasy or not.

[He doesn't imagine that anyone would sorely miss him.]

Would you really? [Luke looks around the room they're in. The kind of... creepy room they're in. He's ignoring that right now.] This isn't truly your home. What you do here doesn't really help accomplish... whatever you're trying to accomplish.

[Okay, the Confident Jedi Voice falters a little, but he really doesn't get Autobotronians.]

[Knowing that Luke is right just makes Tarn more angry. Being reasoned with like a child throwing a tantrum is downright humiliating, but with the preformance enhancing Nuke coursing through Tarn's systems, he cant control himself.

With a growl, he takes a swing at the tiny Jedi on his desk, swiping the scattered datapads onto the floor and shattering the crystal glass.]

What could you possibly know about it, human? How is being aboard the Moira any better? How am I achieving anything there-- Surrounded by weak-minded Autobots and Organics?

[The situation is beginning to make his processor spin.]

[Luke feels the Force, and it tells him to move. Luke jumps again, this time higher and farther than a human should be able to. He lands safely at the other side of the desk, a little ways away from Tarn.]

You're closer to getting back to your true home. It may feel futile, but it's for a purpose. If you stay here, you'll never get back.

[Luke is right. He's so right. But, with the effects of the Nuke clouding his judgement, Tarn only sees it as fuel to his irrational, emotional fire.

Full on Tantrum commencing in 3...2...1...]

[Tarn grips the edge his desk, moving to flip it on top of Luke. He wasn't expecting the human to be quite so agile in dodging his last move.]

Enough! Enough of these lies.

[Tarn just wants him to stop; to shut up and stop making so much sense. He wants to be where he belongs so badly.]

[Again, Luke feels that warning from the Force. This time, there's no way to really dodge. Instead, he uses the Force to propel himself further, jumping to land on Tarn's outstretched fist. He begins running up Tarn's arm, toward his shoulder. He's going to be exhausted later, but for now, he's running on pure adrenaline.]

[He stops at Tarn's shoulder, trying to catch his gaze.] Tarn, stop. This is pointless!

[The desk flips easily, shattering glass and datapads under it's weight.

Tarn is a bit stunned that Luke was yet again able to dodge him. He stares wordlessly, glaring at the creature clinging to his treaded shoulder.]

You shouldn't have come here, Luke Skywalker.

[He should kill him. It would be a very simple task. But, to his credit he doesn't try to eviscerate him. Tarn gives his shoulder a jerk in a half-hearted attempt to throw him off balance.

His brief flare of rage begins to fade, leaving him feeling exhausted. As much as he wishes it weren't true, it does seem like Luke has some valid points. At least for now he seems to be safe from any further threats on his life.

Tarn slumps into a chair across from his desk. He doesn't want to leave, but it seems that Luke isn't giving him much choice in the matter. Heaving a heavy, frusterated sigh, Tarn glances at his shoulder accessory from the corner of his eye]

So. What now?

[Luke just kind of holds on for dear life and tries to ride out the fiasco. It's not like he's never done that before.] You can- you can come back with me. There's always room for you, there.

[Look, he's trying to be encouraging, here.]

You're not going to leave me alone until I agree, are you?

[Tarn doesn't sound overly enthusiastic about the concept. But for once in the conversation, he doesn't flat out refuse]

I don't know why I'm even considering this...

No. I'm famously stubborn. [He says it with a nervous laugh. Hanging on for dear life off the shoulder of a gigantic, angry droid is maybe not the best place to make self-depricating
commentary.]

Because it's the right thing to do. You know it is.

Stubbornness..I suppose that's a trait that I can respect.

[Tarn's shoulders slump beneath Luke as he purposefully avoids eyecontact. He knows its the right thing to do, but he still has reservations about it.]

What if this is it? What if this is the last time that I get to be where I truly fit?

Oh, good. [Well, that was a bit sarcastic. Luke is currently climbing around, trying to find a perch that doesn't require him to constantly cling on in hopes he won't fall to his death. It seems a little undignified, after all this.]

You're the one putting limitations on that. [He says while scampering around on Tarn's shoulder.] Maybe your definition of 'fitting in' is too narrow.

[That's kind of really easy to say when you're not a giant purple robot, but you know, semantics.]

[Luckily Tarn is like 80% shoulder so it will be easy enough for Luke to find a suitable perch]

Hm...So you say. Although I must admit that I find it hard to believe. With only one and a half Decepticons on board, there isn't much to fit into.

[The matter is complicated slightly by Luke's attempts to find a perch that won't be easy to reach if Tarn has another episode, but eventually he finds a place that doesn't seem likely to end in death-by-angry-shrugging. He thinks Tarn might have a kernel of goodness somewhere in him, deep beyond the bluster and the accusations.]

[But that doesn't mean Luke trusts him not to squish Luke like a tick if the mood strikes him. He doesn't think Tarn was trying to kill him, back there, but he thinks if it'd happened, it would have been a happy accident at best.]

[Which is to say, Luke's an idiot, but he's not stupid.]

Maybe that's what needs expansion. Is a... a 'Decepticon' all you can be?

[Oh, Luke, you sweet summer child. Perhaps buried under a mound of salt, insecurity, and genocidal sociopathic tendencies, there may be the smallest speck of goodness hidden deep within him. It just has not seen the light of day in some time.]

I've dedicated my entire life to the Decepticons and I'm not about to stop now. It's all I know how to be, and all I desire to be.

[Fighting the urge to throw the Luke from his shoulder the entire time that he spends situating himself is a feat in itself for Tarn. His hatred for organics runs deep, and the feeling of a scuttling human crawling all over him makes him want to shudder in revulsion.]

Then you've made your bed. [Luke says, because presumably they have that saying somewhere in the Star Wars universe. He's finally found a perch that looks like it wouldn't be instant death if Luke says the wrong thing. Luke isn't the most prone to thinking ahead and making detailed plans, but he knows it's always worthwhile to just expect that he's going to say something dumb. That's just... life.]

If you don't want to change, you can't move forward. How do you know, if you don't work to improve things in a place where you're disadvantaged, that that won't make you a better Decepticon?

[Tarn stares at Luke for a long while. He's actually listening to an organic. He never thought they day would come.

It feels so wrong and out of place given his current surroundings. His familiar office in The Peaceful Tyranny where he so often reflected on bringing chaos and destruction.And yet here he is having a civil conversation with a human.]

I suppose that improving upon a situation where you are in a disadvantage is what the Decepticons are about. But I will not be seen as weak by my fellow crewmates. I would rather stand alone.

[The idea of bending to the crew of the Moira still makes Tarn want to destroy something.]

It sounds like you're just letting them win, to me.

[Luke says it before he thinks how that sounds. He cringes, and then worries about cringing, and then wonders if Tarn can even read human expressions. Luke certainly can't read his expression.]

[Can he read his emotions through the Force? Luke reaches out with his mind and feels... something. It's so unlike anything he's ever felt, he's not sure how to read it. It might not even be Tarn.]

[But that's besides the point.]

If you just stand alone and don't change, you're letting everyone else make the rules about who fits in and what counts as right.

[Tarn's optics snap to Luke giving him something of a warning glare. You're treading on thin ice, pal. It's easy enough to read Luke's expression that he can tell that the organic knows that he's misspoken.

With his temper still balanced on a razors edge it would be easy enough for Luke to tip him over the edge. Luckily the comment just barely misses it's mark, so to speak.]

Don't you have something more important to be doing than giving me this speech?

[Tarn sighs softly, getting up from his slumped position on the chair. Part of him hopes that the movement will throw Luke off, but he suspects that his new accessory has a fair enough grip on him after all that he's stood up to today.]

If you truly want me to go back with you, we should go before I change my mind

[Luke does wobble a bit, but he stays in place. So does the smile on Luke's face, now grown into a triumphant and somewhat fond grin.]

You're right, I shouldn't've made you wait. Let's go. [He starts fiddling with his MID, making the call for his contact on the other side to start the link.]

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hes literally his shoulder angel???

Luke is too good for this trash heap

he's more like a barge...

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