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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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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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[He's pressed up close and the claws easily find armor to slash. Metal shrieks as sparks fly from the struggle - but beyond that, nothing important seems to have been caught in his desperate flailing.]
[His arm only presses tighter around Tarn's neck in response. While Cybertronians had no need to breathe, crimping the energon lines leading to his brain module should be enough to get what Megatron wanted. Hardly lethal, but a dazed or unconscious Tarn is one he could bring back to the Moira without the threat of the crew being massacred on sight.]
[All he had to do was keep his hold and wait, no matter how much nuke he'd pumped through his systems.]
This most deadly spooning
Have you forgotten what made me so fascinating to you in the first place, Megatron? Or are you in need of a reminder?
[Tarn lower his voice taking Megatron's spark with it-- tearing viciously into his lifeforce and suffocating it in his hold.
He's not done fighting yet, even if Megatron has him pinned.]
death hugs
[The effect is immediate - his grip loosens from the shock, face contorting in pain behind him. No, he hadn't ruled out the power entirely, but he was hoping Tarn would be too disoriented to use it.]
[Gritting through the haze of pain and sudden weakness, he shifts his grip, twisting Tarn's head to the side to strain his neck as far as he could go short of twisting it right off. His other hand lets go of Tarn's leg and closes into a fist - if he could get one good hit in to break the hold...]
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But, his grip isn't as strong as it once was.]
Do you think hitting me will keep my quiet. No, you trained me too thoroughly for that...
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[Air seeps heavily out of Megatron's vents as he exerts himself further. That hand clenches around Tarn's as the arm around his throat lets go. He pries the purple claws off him and puts a leg in between them to kick Tarn away and create some space between them.]
[Clumsily, he attempts to rise to his feet again, his body feeling far heavier from the attack on his spark.]
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Stepping into the shadow of an extensive maze of electrical conduits feeding power to the ingress, Tarn lunges in an attempt to pull the Autobot close.]
I'm done playing these ridiculous games. This ends now.
[He manages to get close enough the he can whisper the last sentance.]
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[His own vision starts to get hazy as his spark begins to falter. He looks up at Tarn after a few heavy plumes of condensation cloud the air between them. With how much weaker his grip had gotten, it wouldn't take much more before Tarn could easily gain the upper hand.]
[Beneath the limbs struggling to keep him at bay, he merely had a sly smile left for the Decepticon as energon from an earlier wound begins to bleed freely from his mouth.]
Is that it?
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How many times has he heard those exact words in sparring sessions or training seminar? Times where he was able to brush aside the commentary and strive to better himself for his Lord are dead. With the situation as it is now, Tarn growls in barely contained fury.
Pushing his full weight toward Megatron, he makes the mistake of letting go of his steady footing. He just wants Megatron to fall at his hand. He's close enough now that a thin trickle of air brushes Megatron's audio from beneath Tarn's mask.]
Never [the word is sharp and dangerous as it chokes Megatron's already weakened spark] The death of Moira begins with you.
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[His arms tremble with exertion, joints creaking with lack of energy as Tarn puts his full weight on him, pushing him closer to the coursing power lines. For a moment all he can do is stare at the ground, feeling the force against him grow more overwhelming with each second that passed. The floor beneath him sparks and shrieks as his armor digs grooves deeper into the metal ground. This was it. It was now or nothing.]
[Megatron looks up defiantly at the rage in Tarn's eyes, despite his optics glowing far dimmer than they were a few seconds earlier. With a yell, he slams the pointed end of his helmet into Tarn's face with all the energy he has left, feeling his limbs finally begin to slip.]
[The opposing force resisting Tarn evaporates, allowing Tarn's own strength to do the work for him as he twists his body to the side. All Tarn gets is a light shove in the right direction: straight into exposed energy of the of the Ingress' power lines.]
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An all consuming burning pain takes hold of Tarn as his entire frame short circuits in the bright flare of a powerful electircal surge. Not a sound is made from him over the electrical roar from the power lines. The glass over his optics shatters and within seconds he crumples to the ground in a twitching unconscious heap.
Tarn is alive, but only barely. His spark will recover its strength on it's own, but the fried circuits will need a little extra help.]
[Megatron has won this battle.]
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[The other lights within the room blow out - much like Tarn's optics, leaving them both in the dark save the brief, violent display of electrical arcs disrupted from their channels and charged through the air. The scent of ozone and rapid-fire particles lays heavy above him as the Decepticon falls.]
[Through labored plumes of warm exhaust seeping out of his frame, Megatron forces himself onto his back and manages to somewhat sit-up. With his spark free of Tarn's vice-grip, he could feel the animus in his body start to return, but nowhere near quickly enough. All he can do for the moment is lay there, taking in the sight of Tarn's charred body laying motionless on the metallic floor. Despite what happened, despite everything that Tarn did, all he could feel was a crushing guilt.]
[After a few minutes, he checks his MID. Someone needed to come down to help clean up the mess.]