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( december intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: Repercussions of Caducus Primary + New Arrivals + The Unknown
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

SHIP LIFE

"In nature, there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and various machines line the walls on either side, though they are not accessible from where you stand. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and sign a contract that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

MERO DECK ● NOMO DECK ● MORO DECK

☄ Due to the circumstances of Caducus Primary, the captains appear abnormally absent. Unlike before, they will not be seen or heard from after processing the newest members of the crew. They can still be contacted via their MID devices for emergencies only, but otherwise, they have retreated to their rooms and clearly do not want disturbed. They are displeased with the events and will be less accommodating in regards to resources and rank privileges. In fact, they may feel less like a privilege and more like a punishment.

☄DRUM THRUM THUD

Reverberations of what has happened to Caducus Primary are still being felt despite having left the chaos behind. After the initial influx of new crew, there seems to be the occasional flicker of the power all throughout the Moira—like a pulse, a breath. Do the shadows move, or is it just a trick of the light? Several hours pass, and a message flashes across all MIDs. It is labeled urgent and comes directly from Thán; however, any responses will be automatically rejected.

Our ship has sustained minor outer damage, and the systems are fluctuating as they reboot themselves individually. Take care of darker areas, and travel with other crew if you need to leave your room.

Crew safety is severely stressed this month, especially after what's occurred, and anyone in need of medical attention is to report to the Medbay posthaste. Yet, the crew may soon realize it's not only the power that appears to be having issues as the days progress in their travels.

☄IN THE FRIDGE

From the 3rd on, things start to grow a bit chilly. With current power issues, a problem that even those in areas responsible for its function cannot seem to solve, there has been a steady decline of less vital life support systems. It soon grows cold enough that sections of the ship that house any sort of water systems may find them slowly freezing over, and even showers don't seem as warm as they should be. ( Those in Mero Deck may find their communal bathroom a rink. ) In the mess hall, late in the evening after all shifts are finished, several pipes rupture and create particles of ice (snow) and a solid slippery sheet across the entirety of the floor. Melting it may be a temporary solution, but as there is no way to keep the water in its liquid form, it might be inadvisable to try more than once.

Other areas of the ship are also open to exploration, though they may be affected by the power and temperature changes as well. Please advise the captains' warning.

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"Yeah. Over there." He canted his head towards his own room in his own lazy way. "With this big blond American guy." He says it like this person is ~American~ somehow, much more than Snake would be.

"I came with first batch of crew. From another ship. This one is... well, intentions seem to be better, but not as well led. These captains act strangely." Not exactly like captains, and Niko's been in the military his whole life.

"But I think they are kind of tender towards criticism. Maybe a little. The way that new people just learning think they must stamp down against it." Which really didn't help people learn, especially when it was for the benefit of keeping people alive. Intel right off, though. It didn't take much digging, and Niko was one to warn his fellow passengers at this point. Being taken by surprise in a new situation- well, in this sort of environment it literally could get you killed. It had gotten people killed.

Snake is American, for better or for worse, and he has to wonder what it is about Niko's roommate that makes his nationality one of his defining traits. While Snake had been raised in the States, it's not like a dedication to his country is a huge part of his identity.

"From another ship?" Snake mutters to himself under his breath. This is only adding more complications onto an already complicated situation, but the more that he can learn, the better. Going on a mission without being briefed is a surefire way to get yourself injured or killed.

"Maybe that's why they don't want to show themselves—but they should have realized that if they brought people here against their will, we'd have questions." It's difficult to form any kind of opinion without some kind of direct interaction, but Snake isn't holding his breath on that one. So a healthy dose of suspicion is what he'll rely on for now. "So what happened to this other ship?"

"They used to show their faces. But I think they are being assholes, taking their shame for a dock gone very badly out on us. The other ship, it is not affiliated with this one. And for all these people are assholes, mostly they seem inept. The previous one had hardened killers to run it."

These people weren't killers. Not intentionally. They probably didn't want to admit how badly they'd fucked up (and even Niko couldn't help but feel the weight of his own responsibility).

"Ah... is sort of big story." He gestured loosely toward where he'd been headed. "I am going to observation. You want to hear? I tell you some things on the way there." As he'd thought before, it was better than sticking your foot in bullshit right off the bat. Someone ought to tell him that it's there.

This Niko didn't hesitate to speak his mind and use some rougher language to get his point across. There was nothing like a few well-placed curse words for emphasis. Assholes instead of hardened killers, huh? The problem there was that ineptitude could get people killed just as easily as actual intent.

It sounded like there was a lot more to this, and Snake was willing to tag along if that granted him the chance to hear it. Especially if they were headed to an area called "observation." It struck Snake as the sort of place he'd want to know about.

"Sure," he said, shifting around so that they could go back the way he'd come, ready to make a mental map as they moved. He kept pace with Niko and caught his eye as they walked. "What led to you getting moved from that other ship to this one?"

It wasn't an especially profound place. Just a deck that showed the outside, the stars and whatever planet they were near. Etc. But he wanted to see out, anyway, now that they were far from the world.

"I don't know. I think they just took us. Ratchet- little cat man. Sort of also raccoon. Tali, smart alien lady, very pretty and good engineer. They also came from this ship." He shrugged, passingly glad to be away from the place. Recent events had dissolved a lot of the relief he'd felt in leaving.

"I think they just need more people to help keep this ship running. I don't know how good they aim to bring things here. Maybe the ship chooses itself. Most of the people I have met here are good with something. But they put us in stupid small jobs." He didn't really have all that much negative to say about his anymore; he got to drive something, that's what he wanted.

For someone who had never seen the expanses of space in anything other than books, the observation deck would be a pretty profound place, and Snake had a need to situate himself, even if that was by realizing just how far from home he'd really come.

A cat-slash-raccoon and a pretty alien lady? Snake didn't even know where to start with that, or how to picture it, but both of the descriptors were so out there that he doubted that they were anything but the truth. The Moira was only so big. If "Ratchet" and "Tali" were really here, he'd probably run into them eventually.

Niko didn't have the best hold on English and some of his explanations took a moment to sink in, but Snake got the idea. They didn't entirely understand how the selection process worked, what made them stand out as good targets for kidnapping. At the remark about their jobs, though, Snake let out a huff that was almost a laugh and shook his head. "Like Cargo Bay Technician?" He hadn't had the chance to learn what that entailed just yet, but it was on the to-do list.

"Yes, that would be one." But for Niko, it was better than being stuck behind a bar. He had his reasons for that, though. Cargo Bay technician had been a significant improvement.

When they get to the long windowed hallway, very little in the way of furniture or anything. Just an infinitely scenic view. Somehow the Serb managed to look a little critical even in the face of what was a beautiful scene. Hard week.

"Cargo Bay is pretty dull." He informed him. "Some loaders. Boxes to move. Things like that."

As soon as they walked into the hallway, Snake broke away from Niko to stare out through the glass. It would be enough to give anyone vertigo, with the black openness of space sprawling out beneath him, and for a moment Snake did feel his stomach jump.

This was real. Unless it was all some kind of insane illusion, but when he placed his hand against the glass, it felt cold. He was in space, but it wasn't Earth that loomed outside. Snake had no idea where in the universe he even was -- this gave a whole different meaning to the word "lost."

Niko's words came through eventually and sunk in, allowing Snake to realize that they had the same job. But that didn't seem to mean a thing now that he'd seen all this.

"How long is it even gonna take us to get back to where we came from?" he asked over his shoulder, already aware that Niko probably didn't have any better idea than he did. "There's at least one person who might notice I'm gone." Otacon... what would he even think happened to him?

"I am not sure."

He was trying to be awwed by it all again, himself. He wanted to look out there and see stars and new places and the idea of a whole new future. Instead all he could see was worlds bound to die because apparently he'd never get away from disasters- just now on a cosmic scale.

Somehow he thought if he looked at places hard enough, he might happen to see hope again. Probably not, though.

His thick brow creased up in an unpleasant pondering look. "The last ship I was on could take people from different times. Maybe this one can send you back to right where you left.

"But I do not trust them to send us back soon."

There was a slight undercurrent of an idea: Someone might have to make them. But when there was no idea how to use the Ingress...

Niko carried the attitude of having seen it all already. Snake was usually the one who held that role, so he did what he could to stamp down any sense of wonder that came with the view outside. It was all soured when he remembered that he'd been brought here against his will and had no idea when he'd be able to make it back home. So it went for all of them, and it set a pretty dire tone for the ship as a whole.

Getting sent back to the same point in time? That was the kind of talk that made Snake's head hurt, but in theory he realized it might work. Wash was from the 26th century, after all.

Even so, it seemed like wishful thinking. Why would these captains do anything kind for them when so far they'd only treated them like tools in their plans?

"I'm sure everyone else has important things to be dealing with back home," Snake said, finally turning himself away from the view. "Kind of surprised there hasn't been some kind of uprising by now."

If he had known that the first time Niko had seen a giant robot he ran up and touched its foot, he might have been reassured.

"Nobody knows how to operate the ship. And it seems like the only way to get these fucking things off our hands is to chop off our arm." Which, to be honest, if Niko were better at using his other arm at this rate he would make the attempt. He was a little tired of being collared at the wrist.

Either way, it was something that'd require planning.

"They have been the only crew for a while, and managed to go by the same planet twice. Stole from it the first time. Second time? Managed to fuck up and destroy it. This is not too long ago.

"So you come in on the heels of some real shit. Welcome to space." He gestured out to the vast, beautiful expanse. "It's just as much of a pisshole as Earth can be." There was a sadness to that statement as much as irritation. The words from a man who had really hoped that the universe beyond his limited little sphere would be so much better.

Snake glanced down toward the device on his arm, having already made an attempt to remove it with no success. He wasn't any happier with the idea of his every move being tracked, but he wasn't going to slice his arm off just to get around it. It did mean that he had to give a second thought to everything he did, though.

Then again, he also intended to test its limits. Would the captains keep an eye on everything he did, or were they only interested in when his vital signs dropped too low?

Niko didn't have the warmest welcome for him, but Snake didn't need to be coddled by any means. He'd rather someone give it to him straight. With a glance back toward that breathtaking view, Snake shrugged his shoulders. "It's a hell of a lot bigger. That means it has a chance to be both better and worse than Earth." Still, it was a relief to hear that he and Niko were from the same neck of the woods.

"If they circled the same planet twice, how can we even be sure that they know where they're going?" It sounded a lot more like they were lost, and bringing in people (and other species) at random wouldn't help them get un-lost when they were all just as clueless.

"I worried about this myself," he agreed. It didn't bode well. "But I have done many jobs, in the military and in shipping, that often take you to one place and back the same way. There were just the four, so I think they went through the place before. And then they made it to a point and turned around.

"They knew enough to go back to it, that they could get supplies there. They knew the natives were friendly. I think there is a set path."

But they weren't exactly in a good position to get to Navigation. Not yet, anyway.

"The tired looking one, Thán-" Niko pronounced his name strangely more like Then, but that was a product of his accent. "-He seems most open to talking about things. I have been trying to figure out what I can." As casually as he could, too. Exhausted in nature or not, he had to guess the man had only so much patience for constant interrogation.

Military and shipping? Well, that explained Niko's earlier reference to working in the Cargo Bay. Now it made a lot more sense, that they seemed to speak the same language. Not English, but the language of soldiers. Snake didn't find himself coming up against roadblocks the way that he often did when talking to a civilian.

There were quite a few people here with some kind of military background. Snake hadn't yet decided if that was bad or good.

"Some sort of set path means they might have done this before, but no matter what way you look at it, heading back to a place you stole from is a dumb move," Snake said, not holding back with his words. He didn't care if the captains were listening in on all of this. As far as he was concerned, they needed to hear it.

Still, as little respect as he had for these captains, Snake had to admit that trying to wring information out of them would be a worthwhile move. He would have already started in on that if there was any way to get in contact with them right now, but until that changed, he'd have to settled for Niko. "So what have you gotten out of him?" he asked as he shifted his weight onto his heels and crossed his arms.

"Not so much. Just that the ship is not common, and that their crew is probably crew under strange circumstances."

He was digging, though. It was better than nothing. "I am not certain how they came to use it, just that they can't handle it on its own and they can't fully control what brought us here."

He knew they weren't completely honest. It was more a seaman's sense that they couldn't hold their own. A big ship needed a bigger crew.

It's not like Snake's got much experience with running a ship of any kind, let alone one that travels through space, but it makes sense that a vehicle this large would require multiple people to keep it going.

Except for the part where their jobs don't seem to have anything to do with actually piloting the ship, but maybe he hasn't met the navigators yet.

"It almost sounds like it all got dumped into their laps," Snake mumbles to himself. It's something he'll need to investigate further.

He looks back to Niko and shrugs. "I'm gonna keep taking a look around, but thanks for the chat." As impressive as the observation deck was, Snake wanted to see the rest of the ship and what it had to offer.

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