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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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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?
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his expression twists. after a second, very quietly:] You deserved it.
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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.
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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Besides, Megatron may have strength on his side, but Tarn has his own weapon.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[He allows his knee to bend slightly before pushing off Tarn's abdominal plates, crushing the panel beneath them further as he attempts to wrench it free from his grasp and thrust the boot back onto the ground. Something was definitely different about his former student.]
What have you done to yourself?
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Just a bit of a kick in the right direction. Nucleon-- a finite strain found only in a specific mining shaft on Messatine. It provides all the boost one might need to face a ex-warlord, such as yourself.
[It also helps that the Nuke keeps the fires of his rage stoked and blazing wildly.]
A bit of performance enhancement never fails to keep the playing field even.
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[Catching his balance gives Tarn the opening he needs to reach for his neck, but Megatron's own hands reach up between Tarn's, clenching the sides of his helm to act as handholds.]
So you've poisoned yourself.
[He slams the Decepticon's face down into the armor of his knee.]
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Poisoned? Oh no, [Tarn looks up at Megatron with gleaming optics] I've done nothing but improve myself.
[His fingers have released Megatron's throat and instead focus on tearing at the armor covering Megatron's thigh, digging cruelly pointed clawtips into seams.]
The Megatron that I knew would have applauded me for such resourcefulness
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[Metal shrieks as Tarn's claws dig deep grooves into his armor, but the sting of the subdermal plating being torn open does little to dissuade him from simply kicking Tarn off him with the other leg- aiming to slam his heel into his face this time.]
The monster you knew was a mistake. A mistake I can never atone for.
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Then it's a good thing that I'm not asking you to atone--I'm asking you to die.
[Tarn tries to swipe and claw into the traitor's abdominal armor, but his strike falls short and to the left of where Megatron is actually standing.
The stamina and power behind his movements is still there, but it's clear that this last kick finally gave Megatron a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, Tarn is not nearly close to giving up.
Resetting his optics and shaking the static from his helm, Tarn is lunging back for another go.]
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[He wraps his former student in a tight hold as he charges forward to slam him back against the dented wall. The force behind his legs began to collapse the metal sheets and layers of machinery. The intensifying pressure of both their weights begins to make it give way entirely into the next room.]
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Tarn struggles to orient himself as he wedges his knees between himself and Megatron, pushing with all of his strength before kicking out with the sharp tips of his feet.]
Don't think that I will give up so easily Megatron; you have no idea how much I can endure .
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[Sparks from the broken cables shower on him from the ceiling, making him wonder one thing: How much power was being directed through these walls?]
[He cant exactly scan the room with Tarn right in front of him.]
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His processor spits error messages at him as he tries to get himself to stabilize. Fortunately for his opponent, Tarn's daze may just provide enough time for Megatron to survey his surrounds enough to plot his next attack.
But, he doesn't have long before Tarn is bending low and moving to tackle Megatron around his midsection.]
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[Sparks fly as he's forced back towards that conduit, slowly coming to a stop as he leans forward and bends his knees, resisting Tarn's tackle with the strength in his legs. He wraps an arm around Tarn's lowered head, ruthlessly squeezing his throat at the elbow joint while the other one digs for a handhold under his thigh.]
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He tries to thrash free, uncaring of the armor that he scraping in denting in the process.
In a last ditch effort he lashes out blindly with his claws, hoping for a stroke of luck. Tarn doesn't have many more options available to him. He just needs to wrestle Megatron's audio close enough for a quiet word.]
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This most deadly spooning
death hugs
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