thisavrou_log | ( june event log )

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( june event log )

Who: Everyone
When: June 20th and on
Where: The Moira
What: Something seems to be internally wrong with the ship! Caducus Secondary seeks retribution for its sister Caducus Primary!
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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"Follow, and the universe will open where there was once walls."

With the Collectives now behind them, the atmosphere of the Moira seems to have subsided into the general daily grind of ship living. Shifts pass, meals are served, and the occasional tiff continues to hum in the background. However, whether new or veteran, today is not like any other day the crew have seen or experienced so far. The thrum of the ship is a normal one. Those aboard feel it, know it. In fact, whether you realize it or not, the pulse of the engine, its wings, and that of the Ingress is a constant, consistent buzz in the back of your mind and under your feet. Even during planet excursions, it’s almost like a pull to draw you back to the ship and ground you to the present moment. It’s familiar.

It’s late, in the early hours of twilight, that everything begins to feel off. The Moira suddenly begins to drift, tipping gently to one side and resulting in everything on board beginning to roll and tip over. So those in their beds may abruptly find themselves thrown onto the floor. Those walking from a shift back to their rooms or elsewhere on the ship will likely be thrown against a wall. The movement is drastic, but the ship’s systems realign the Moira within several minutes of the event. Anyone near the Ingress room will hear the Captains arguing with one another, and those that go closer will see that Captain Manessah is standing in the middle of a non-functioning Ingress.

It’s off, with no swirling light, and they can’t seem to get it to come back on. It’s clear to anyone that comes by that the Captains are worried, bordering on frightened by the fact that it doesn’t seem to want to restart itself—if that was even a possibility of the Ingress at all. They begin to disagree with each other on the best way to fix it, their spoken language changing to something that the MID can’t translate. Captain Thán exits the room in a rush, not stopping to speak to anyone, and the other two continue to try and find a solution to this problem. Not long after, they send out a ship-wide message informing crew that they are relieved of their duties for the rest of the week except for basic cleaning and cooking. Any personnel with experience in technology and matters relating to the Ingress are asked to come to the Ingress room.

☄ Turn It Off, Turn It On

Anyone who comes to the Ingress room will be asked to clean, repair, and examine the Ingress. The Captains don’t say why it’s urgent that it be fixed, but it’s obvious that they want it to be done immediately. Crew members can assist one another in taking the coolant systems apart to maintenance them or to suggest ways to fix the machine. After a few hours of steady work, that familiar thrum will be felt under everyone’s feet and the Ingress machine will power back on. However, both the Captains and the crew will notice one startlingly obvious difference: the moving blue light and energy has darkened around the edges. There appears to be a person standing just on either side but can’t come through. The shadow remains there no matter what anyone does, and the colors flicker and alter depending upon which crew member is the closest.

And like most things, they always come in pairs. Later that evening, a broadcast is received via Navigation that’s translated across the entirety of the Moira, both over an intercom and over the MID. While it is received as a text, a nondescript voice announces it promptly:

Greetings. We are sending this as a formality on behalf of our sister, Caducus Primary and its survivors. In accordance with our beliefs, the travesty that has occurred in the past must be made equal. That equality means lives given for those taken. While terms are unlikely to be made and agreed upon, they will be heard. A decision to flee will be seen as an act of guilt and cowardice. This is the only warning that will be made. You will be given time to prepare for our approach, People of the Vessel Moira.

With this message received, Navigation also informs the Captains, who then relay to the crew, that a ship bound from Caducus Secondary are within range and have made it clear they are here to settle a “debt” by attacking. Members of the crew are being divided into randomly assigned teams - which can be found temporarily listed in the MID under the directory - and encouraged to discuss plans to help prevent and preserve the lives of those aboard. Reporting these ideas will be the responsibility of elected team leaders, and a final decision will be made shortly thereafter by the Captains.

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[Genos will wait politely for one of Saitama's breaks, and follow him. He waits until after Saitama takes a leak before he properly stops him, though.]

Saitama-sensei.

[He looks determined, as usual, but there's that flavor of worry that's much rarer on Genos' face.]

[after everything got throw to the left, Saitama is all too paranoid about it happening again. He doesn't want to be the unfortunate sap who was in the bathroom when it happened. He'll be quick, jumping in surprise at Genos being right there waiting.]

Shit! [He has nothing to be afraid of, but even he gets a jolt when someone's around an unexpected corner.]

Eergg, eh, Genos, what's up? Looking grim. Grimmer. [than usual, Genos tended to have a stern look on most of the time]

I would like to speak to you privately.

What, something going on? I mean, more than-- [vague hand gesture to everything] --all this.

I have been assigned to the Offensive mission and have some concerns. You said you wanted to remain "on the down-low", so I wish to speak to you without risk of being overheard.

Yeah sure, uh, I dunno where private is. [the ship was weird and his room had a possible three other people in it. He'll glance to the bathroom, nobody was in there before. He'll slide back inside, motioning Genos to follow. If he stays leaned against the door, good luck to anybody trying to get in]

[It should work, at least. Genos still doesn't raise his voice.]

I saw that amongst the crew chosen for the Offensive strategy, your name was not on them. I wanted to reassure you that I will not let myself get damaged if it is within my power to prevent it, however, I will likely be boarding the other ship.

Saitama-sensei... I do not think you would forsake the crew's safety for staying "on the down-low", but I suspect you may need to reveal your strength.

I haven't really been holding back, lately. [he'll rub his neck, having been assigned to jobs that need that strength, it's pretty clear to anybody paying the slightest bit of attention. He doesn't mind being brawn, after all, especially when it came to keeping the ship going so they could get home one day]

Nobody will get hurt if I can help it, but I can't be everywhere at once. Especially not if I'm stuck on Negotiations.

It's why I wanted to speak to you. I know you wanted to keep your strength a secret, but if people are in danger, I am inclined to send them towards where you are. I am unable to speak about you with anything but utter confidence.

If it comes to fight, I'll be where I'm needed. [he's really, very, extremely not worried about this situation. If anything, he's concerned that the others on this ship are over complicating the whole thing. He'd go out and disable the whole damn enemy ship himself, but nobody had any faith in him so that wouldn't happen. He could play nice with the group, but he wouldn't get tied up in knots over their morality conflicts]

What'll happen will happen, you know?

Yes. I also do not want you to be upset if I am lost.

[That might be asking much. But Genos is certain that since he isn't going to be near Saitama during the conflict, there's the risk of his death yet again - something he's all too comfortable with.]

I understand your question from the beach contest, Saitama-sensei. I intend to board the other ship and damage it, but I won't kill anyone. As such, I am at higher risk of being attacked, detained or destroyed. I would rather be a snowball thrown at someone than a rock.

Okay, no, let's-- not be a snowball. [while he does appreciate the sentiment and the thought, this is a bad time]

Or a rock, really. Let's just get through this without doing anything stupid, okay? Just, don't die. It's not very complicated.

I won't be taking the situation lightly, Saitama-sensei. I'm prepared to do anything necessary to return alive, but I am also prepared to do what is necessary to ensure the safety of the Moira.

Well, get back here, no matter what. You like that heroic sacrifice thing, but you're not any use later if you're dead.

I'm aware.

[But in Saitama's capable hands, he's sure everything will be just fine, even if he does die.]

I apologize that your cover will undoubtedly be blown. But I also look forward to your strength being realized.

Well, you know, uh... [come up with something, man]

The cat that rushes through the fire, it never gets stuck.

[Two lessons for him to puzzle out in only a few weeks? Sensei really is putting more focus on his training! Genos will find his book and write that down with haste.]

We can always fight another day, you know. Better to fight again later, than die or kill. [other people don't have this logic, but Saitama doesn't have a problem with recurring villains.....]

From what I understand from the situation, it is likely that they intend to execute us for the death of their planet.

I don't really care what they want, I'll stop it this time and the next, if I gotta. [he really not into this whole space opera thing, especially when he's missed the episode leading up to this one]

If it's revenge they want, they will come at us with greater and greater force. But... yes. We should be a snowball.

Bring it on, you know I'm up for a challenge. [he doesn't think this is it, he's certain this will be more of a pain than a thrill. Too many damn people and motivations involved. Kill them and other people will want to avenge them, spare them and they'll come back later-- why be the lesser people if the result will be the same?]

...Yes, Sensei. With you at our side, we will survive anything. You're right, I should not worry.

We might send in a negotiation team as a distraction. Well, that's my vote. Distract while you guys bust the place up. I'll go with that group if I can.

Don't get ejected into space, Saitama-sensei.

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