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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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[Riptide's strangled yell is exactly what Tarn wants to hear.]

Oh, Autobot, screaming already? You've seen nothing yet.

[Figuring the fingers are useless now anyway, Tarn gives them a twist, severing them from the rest of Riptide's hand with a wet snapping sound. The energon flowing down his wrist is nothing compared to what is to come.

Dropping Riptide to the ground, he pins him immediately with a heavy foot on his abdominal armor. He's going to need both hands for this.

Staring down at his target, Tarn cocks his head.]

Poor, pathetic, Autobot. Where's Megatron now? He can't protect all of you at once.

You think I care? Like this is different from what you usually do?

[his arm drops down uselessly. riptide doesn't want to tarn the satisfaction of uselessly swiping at him with a stump.

he squeezes his optics shut when tarn stomps on his abdomen, armour creaking.]

You almost... sound like you want him here.

It would be amusing for him to watch as your spark gutters beneath me. Unable to do anything but listen as I end your miserable existence.

[Tarn grinds his heel into Riptide's armor, denting it inwards very slowly.]

In fact. Why don't we give him a call over your MID?

[there's a small pause, riptide looks away from tarn and over at his wrist, before breaking out into a brief burst of a completely despairing cackle.]

It... it went to voicemail.

[his shoulders heave briefly, then he lets his head drop back. this is really it. tarn's going to torture him to death and megatron didn't even care enough to pick up. a brief flash of anger causes his spark to contract, before it disappears equally as quickly.]

Hm. What a shame.

[Tarn shifts into a kneeling position, the foot on Riptide's stomach easily being replaced by a knee. Leaning down he whispers against Riptide's helm.]

No matter. [Tarn's claw tips find the center seam of riptide's chest, warping the plating enough that he can prise open his chassis to get a good look at his spark chamber.]

We don't truly need him, do we?

You want hi--

[riptide is cut off by tarn knee-dropping him then digging his claws into his chest. ohhh this is going... about exactly as he expected, but still terribly. his back arches very unfortunately into the claws as he yells impotently in pain.]

[Tarn's fingers slick with energon as he severs a few lines prying Riptide's chassis open. He has to stop to adjust his grip once or twice, but in minutes the metal is peeled back enough to reveal his spark flickering brightly in its chamber in fear and pain.

By now, Tarn's ears are practically ringing as Riptide continues to yell. Ultimately, he relinquishes his hold on the Autobot. It isn't as if he's going anywhere anytime soon.]

I'll let you take a moment to regain your composure. We're going to need to have a bit of a chat.

[it takes several moments for him to regain his composure, venting heavily and digging his remaining fingers into the ground. his legs wiggle uselessly, like he can't decide if he wants to kick tarn or the ground in pain.

after a few minutes of thrashing and yelping, riptide eventually manages to calm himself enough to look back up at tarn. his jaw is clenched hard enough it feels like it'll break and the unfortunate optic that was caught under tarn's fist when he first aimed that punch at riptide's face is equally cracked and starting to give out. it's a shaky glare, but a glare that's on tarn's face, giving him all the attention he can afford to muster.]

[Tarn watches Riptide slowly stop flailing with unimpressed optics as he shuffle to crouch beside his helm. ]

That's much better, isn't it? With how loudly you were screaming I was afraid that perhaps you wouldn't hear what I had to say.

[Very gently he places one claw tip against Riptide's Spark chamber. Barely enough pressure for it to hurt, but enough to register as a threat.]

I must say I'm impressed. Finally, you've managed to provide me with a bit of honestly. It's a shame that it had to end this way for us, Riptide...

[Tarn's voice tears at Riptide's spark widdlng it down into nearly nothing before allowing it to build back up on itself]

[he gasps in pain, both hands shooting up to grab tarn's wrist.]

From the... start. It was going-- [he's trying so hard to be mouthy please be proud of him. riptide's legs kick at tarn again after his spark builds itself up.] to be like this.

[Tarn 's finger only increases in pressure as Riptide tries to shove it away.]

You're right. And take heart in knowing that it won't end with you, either. This temporary truce that Megatron thinks that we have made is nothing but a farcical distraction from the inevitable.

Clearly I've let myself become complacent for far too long.

[Tarn takes Riptide's spark firmly under his control, suffocating it cruelly until it reaches the brink before holding it there, unable to die but also unable to regain its previous bright vitality.

From the sound of it, Tarn is more than willing to single handedly attempt to make the Moira a repeat of the Quantum Lost Light.]

And it all starts with you.

[tarn's severe weakening of his spark takes immediate effect; riptide's hands drop and his head leans back, jaw going slack.

yeah. tarn'll kill them all and it's because riptide couldn't keep his mouth shut. as per usual with their interactions, light strands start to flow down the sides of riptide's face, along with the energon from the crack.

that should be answer enough.]

[Tarn stares down at the dull flickering light encased in Riptide's chamber. So shrunken that it barely even registers as there. He continues to hold it. Refusing to let it grow despite its feeble attempts to struggle against him.]

Don't cry Riptide. Only one more moment and it wont matter anymore, will it?

[His fingertip jabs down hard enough to crack covering over his spark, exposing it to cold air.]

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

[tarn is right and he hates it. riptide should've known he'd die stupidly. he's so stupid.

his expression twists. after a second, very quietly:] You deserved it.

[Tarn face twists beneath his mask as he lets out an ugly growl.]

So did you.

[ grabbing a handful of wiring and tubing around the Autobot's Spark, he rips, taking with it he last flare of Life within Riptide as he separates his now shattered Spark Chamber from his chassis.

Energon spurts in a thick stream down Tarn's forearm from broken lines as he moves to stand over Riptide's corpse. Tossing the empty Spark casing to the side, Tarn flicks excess energon off of his hand.

There's just one more thing to address as his optics scan for the easiest way to reach his Transformation cog. It's an easy enough extraction from a deceased host and within minutes, Tarn is stashing the organ in his subspace.]

At least something useful has finally come out of you.

[A form Tarn might find familiar steps into the entrance of the Ingress room.]

[Grim sorrow is etched across Megatron's features as the full view of Tarn's handiwork begins to sink in. His spark may as well have literally dropped to the floor going by his stance - half frozen in the action of rushing over. Frozen in a barely contained horror.]

[He'd left the ship as fast as he could, foregoing picking up any weaponry in hopes that he'd be able to prevent Riptide from being slaughtered. Tarn usually took his time - he liked to make his victims suffer. But even then, he was too late.]

[His frame warms with anger. Anger at his own failure. A comparatively young spark, just starting to taste something aside from the tides of war, and Tarn ripped his life from him then and there. All the opportunity and potential snuffed with a single act of violence. Just like Trailcutter.]

[In the end, it appears that Riptide had been right.]

[Tarn doesnt even need to Turn to look at Megatron to know that he's there. His shock and anger is clearly palpable in the air.]

You're late.

[Of course Tarn had been expecting Megatron's arrival. He knew the minute that Riptide attempted to contact him on his MID that it was merely a waiting game. With his processor still buzzing with the effects of the Nuke that he had fueled with and his recent kill, Tarn is long beyond the point of reason.

He's had enough-- Of this planet, of this ship that he's been forced to inhabit... If he has any chance at all of ever defeating Megatron, the time is now. Never will the conditions be any better than with burning rage and preformance enhancement on his side

And once Megatron is out of the way, it's a clear shot at the rest of the crew.

Finally Tarn turns to look at Megatron, hands twisting into fists at his sides.]

[Footsteps approach the Decepticon, but Megatron doesn't answer.]

[When Tarn turns around, he's kneeling in front of Riptide's body, raising his head gently under an arm. The Autobot's armor was the cold gray of dead metal robbed of it's spark.]

[He recognizes Luke's unconscious body some feet away. The Captains had shown themselves capable of performing miracles of medicine on their own organic crewmates, but could they revive a Cybertronian spark? No. He doesn't think so. It never works that way.]

[He simply smooths over the remains of the pained, twisted expression on Riptide's face, before setting his helm back on the ground.]

Edited 2016-05-20 07:42 (UTC)

[Tarn squares his shoulders, staring down at Megatron as he looks over Riptide's greying corpse. The gentle touches paid to Tarn’s latest victim only worsen his temper. This disgrace holds no resemblance to the mech that he once followed. ]

His death is only the beginning, Megatron. You can’t protect them. [ Tarn knows that he’s pushing, but he’s sure that with the mounting tension in the air, it won’t be long before Megatron gives Tarn the fight that he rightfully deserves.

He’ll kill Megatron or die trying.]

I am done with this charade! This supposed ‘truce’ that you seem to think we have is nothing but a ludicrous illusion held by a weak traitor.

[Tarn’s voice cracks into a vicious growl as he attempts to kick Megatron in the helm with all of his might.]

[The blow lands, wrenching off a piece of facial plating where the Decepticon's boot strikes. Energon spurts from his mouth as the mechanisms of his jaw are torn open.]

[But his body stays strong as he turns back to face Tarn, rising to his feet. His limbs don't crumple beneath him as they did when Whirl attacked. After having been on the fool's energon for so long, it was a strange feeling to be able to shrug off the blow.]

[Megatron wipes the energon from his mouth, though the new wound continues to drip down his neck.]

A traitor.

[An amused huff leaves his vents.]

Were I to have seen what was to come when I was in the pits of Nova Point, I wonder if we would not both be considered traitors.

Edited 2016-05-21 01:38 (UTC)

[Stiffening under Megatron's bold words, Tarn's optics flare brightly. He isn't at all surprised that he recovered from the blow so quickly. Tarn is more than familiar with Megatron's limitations.]

I've done nothing but what you have asked of me, Megatron. Even after all these years I was nothing but loyal to you. Such vicious lessons aren't so easily forgotten as the ones that you drilled into me.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this!

[As Megatron rises to his feet, Tarn lunges forward, a punch skillfully aimed towards his throat.]

[Megatron stays in a lowered stance as Tarn rushes towards him, calm and steady as he makes his move. This time the punch would not land.]

[The movement slips subconsciously into his mind: Step away from the attacking fist, seize the arm and chest armor, and throw his purple ass to the ground a few feet away.]

[Having Riptide's body be in the middle of their fight was not something he wanted to do today.]

[Tarn grunts as he's thrown to the ground. Almost immediately he's up and after Megatron, clawed fingertips aiming for his optics. He knows that Megatron is stronger than he is. He always has been. But, if he can just get one or two calculated hits in, the chances of him reaching victory are that much higher.

Besides, Megatron may have strength on his side, but Tarn has his own weapon.]

[Megatron raises a knee as Tarn rushes forward with his claws extended, ready for the strike. As soon as Tarn gets close enough, he kicks forward into the Decepticon's stomach, using a combination of Tarn's momentum and the strength in his leg to dig his heel into abdominal armor and launch him further back.]

Has your rage clouded your judgment? You've gotten sloppy.

[Megatron never knew about the Nuke, but he can see that Tarn is lashing out with reckless abandon.]

[Luckily, the Nuke also clouds Tarn pain receptors. Megatron's foot crushing into with his abdominal plating would have under normal circumstances had tarn at least pausing in his assault. But, as it stands, Tarn is barely bothered. He latches onto his target's foot, Pulling Megatron with him as he falls into a wall mounted control panel resulting in a loud electric zap as it's components crumple inward.]

Sloppy, am I? I guarantee that wasn't what Riptide was thinking as he sank into the cruel arms of death. I don't think I've ever heard a mech cry as loudly as he did when I opened him up. Such a weak, pathetic spark.

[Tarn tries to Pull Megatron closer. How he longs to wrap his hands around his throat.]

GOOD. CALL.

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