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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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She's still being snippy, but she genuinely wants the answer to her question. It's a strange place to be.]
And just how do you do that?
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[She wants to keep that.]
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It's rare that she finds herself speechless. But arguing with Yoda is like arguing with a stone, and the thought that there really might not be a solution for her is one of the most despairing she's ever entertained.
She'll be able to dismiss it in a minute or two, but the shock of how easily Yoda could turn away from her is something she has to consciously shake.]
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[Luke walks over and gently, carefully, takes his sister's hand.] I'm sorry.
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Leia straightens her shoulders, trying to regain whatever it is she lost in that conversation. Not pride--that's still there, though it's a little wounded. Her certainty, she guesses, the strident belief that she knows what she's doing at any given moment.]
You forgot to mention what a winning personality he has. [She sighs, her gaze falling to the loamy ground in a way she wouldn't allow with anyone else.] You were awfully quiet back there.
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[He has no idea what he should have said, though.] I know. I... should have said something.
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You didn't have to. [She squeezes his hand. At least she isn't standing in this humid, miserable swamp alone.] I just want to know what you think.
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[So Luke thinks it over. He thinks Leia will appreciate an honest, thoughtful answer.]
I think Yodda has been alone for a very long time. I don't think he knows what it's like, to care about other people. Ben was a hermit, too. They both... don't understand what it means, to work with others, take strength from them. [There's a pause.] Love them.
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She can. But she can understand it, too--at least a little.]
You and I won't make that mistake.
[The more she sees of the old Jedi Order, the more seriously she's starting to consider the possibility of creating a new one with Luke. Someone has to, and between the two of them, she's sure they can put together something better than what came before.]
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[Luke doesn't think Jedi would want one of their own to be dogmatically obedient, either. It seems dangerous and pointless both.]
And I trust your judgement more than theirs. [He says it in the slightest undertone, as though he worries Yoda is listening even now. And, all told, he respects the man too much to speak ill of him to his face.]
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Yours, too.
[Tugging a little at his hand, she starts them walking again--in a different direction from Yoda.]
What did you see when you went inside that cave? Are you allowed to talk about it?
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I saw... Vader. We fought, and I won, but when I looked down, his helmet was cracked, and... it was my face, inside it.
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[The whole thing was unsettling, but seeing yourself must be worse.]
It was the same for me, except... [She trails off a moment, remembering those dark eyes staring blankly up.] It was someone from our future. Kylo Ren.
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[Luke cringes, waiting for whatever judgement or realization Leia finds appropriate... but instead the subject changes completely.]
Our future? Is he... Leia, how well do you know him?
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Not well. He's coy about the future. [A little pause, as she goes over what she does know from him.] He hates Han, but I couldn't tell you why.
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He's strong, Luke. But he's not a Jedi.
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[He looks back to Leia, his serious expression softened.] I am sorry for how your training went. It's not all dark caves and insults, I swear.
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Sometimes it's meditating while standing on your head, right? [It's not her best smile, but she's trying--trying without fitting herself out with a diplomat's pleasant expression, which would feel all too false to her right now.]
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