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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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[Tarn gestures for Tailgate to enter the open door to his office before following him in and locking the door behind them.]
Covering your Autobrand may not be a terrible idea, But, for now, why don't you go ahead and have a seat?
[Tarn's quarters are far larger than they are aboard the Moira, featuring his First Editions of Towards peace proudly along one wall, while the wall behind his desk holds a comically large Decepticon symbol. (I'm not fucking making this up. it's there.)]
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Um... Those... Those are n-nice.
[He stammers, pointing at the bodies.]
Do all Decepticons, uh, decorate like that?
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[Tarn Takes a moment to admire his prize posessions.]
First Editions of Megatron's manifesto. A fellow by the name of Terminus had his words inscribed in their viscera before they were shipped back to Cybertron at the beginning of the revolution. Quite clever, wouldn't you say?
[fetching two glasses and a cask of highgrade, Tarn pours out hefty servings and adorns them with drinking straws before having a seat across from his minibot companion. He nudges a glass towards Tailgate as he picks up his own.]
Have you read his work? Towards Peace is truly a work of art. Megatron was full of tremendous ideals-- at least he was before he became an Autobot.
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[He chatters on and picks up the highgrade. It's always nice when people remember to give him a straw, and he drinks from it appreciatively. The highgrade itself is pretty good, but he privately thinks that Swerve's drinks are better.]
It must take a lot of dedication to write the first edition of something on a dead body.
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Shaking his helm, he puts the thought aside.]
Yes, the precision involved is incredible. I have a copy on a datapad back on the Moira that I would be more than happy to lend you if you would like.
[He neglects to mention that he also has these same first editions still safely stored in the cargo bay. He hasn't found a suitable way to display them yet in his quarters.]
Tell me, Tailgate. What made you decide to become an Autobot?
[Taking a sip of his drink, he waits patiently for Tailgate's response. ]
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[There's also the whole thing about the Autobots being the Good Guys and the Decepticons being the Bad Guys but he feels like Tarn wouldn't appreciate hearing this.]
It was Ultra Magnus who taught me everything about the Autobot code, and Rodimus who did my ceremony. Oh, and Ratchet who gave me my badge.
[He fondly touches his badge. After so many months he finally got one of his own.]
I've only had it for a few months now.
How long does it take a Decepticon to get his badge? Is there a test they have to pass or...?
[Do they have to kill someone to prove themselves?]
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It is important to know the ideals behind the Decepticon movement if one is considering becoming a part of it. There is an interview process, but no entrance exam per se.
Now, what I'm about to say next is rather bold, but please hear me out.
[Tarn would love to see the look on Megatron's face if he managed to snap the minibot out from beneath him.]
I can understand why you have come to your decision, but have you ever considered becoming a Decepticon?
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[Tailgate can vaguely see where Tarn is going with this, and he's a little bit intrigued.]
Why do you ask?
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[Tarn narrows his optics briefly, but quickly brushes his irritation aside.]
How very interesting. I wonder how they managed to bully you so throughly into submission. The Autobots never have been very open minded
[Tarn sets his glass down, to tap a finger against the polished metal of his desk.
He had never imagined that there was already a seed of sympathy towards the cause planted in the minibot's mind.]
Perhaps the interest is still there?
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Oh... I dunno... Maybe?
[Now is definitely not the best time to give the wrong answer, Tailgate is hyper aware of that.]
Soundwave said that a badge is made out of part of your sparkchamber. I think that's a pretty big commitment.
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[Tarn rests his fingers on the table, relaxing his shoulders to seem more approchable. He needs to find a way to phrase this next part just right...]
But you're right it is a big commitment. becoming a Decepticon isn't something that you can try on for a few days and then immediately toss aside. It's something that many have chosen to become to ensure that the failures of the past will never come to fruition again.
[Tarn makes a point to gesture at the proudly painted 'waste disposal' on Tailgate's arm.]
To make sure that mechs like you have the opportunity to have the life you deserve outside of simply being pegged as "waste disposal". You have a lot of potential to make a difference, Tailgate.
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No. He shouldn't be considering it! Rodimus and everyone else would be so angry! Upsetting his friends is the last thing he wants to do.
But curiosity is a terrible thing, and he just can't help but wonder what it'd be like.
He shouldn't be wondering. Tailgate the Autobot is a wonderful thing to be.
But would Tailgate the Decepticon be any different from Tailgate the Autobot? He's still Tailgate either way.
What kind of person would he be if he just decided to jump from badge to badge whenever the desire took him?
A person who had the opportunity to. Isn't experiencing these things important?
Doing this is a terrible idea.]
Before I answer, can I ask what you think the Decepticon cause is about? Why do you fight?