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thisavrou_log2016-06-20 09:27 pm
hownkai) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-20 09:27 pm
( 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!
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!
E V E N T |
"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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When the recent arrival does speak up, though, he looks at him, waiting until he's finished talking before he nods.
"I do remember you." Barely, when he only gets flickers of memories from that incident, but he definitely remembers all the people who fought him, and the people he went after. "I just didn't know your name."
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"Do you remember everything that happens when you're... like that?" It may be an indelicate question to ask, but Tron is curious, and he wonders if it's like his own glitches.
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"It depends," he starts, then falls silent, not particularly bothered by the question but still not completely comfortable when it comes to talking about it. "I remember more when I'm in control. But the other times, it's... just glimpses. Kind of when you have a really disjointed dream." Or nightmare, to be more accurate.
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"I only ask because..." he pauses, deciding if he wants to tell him, but who else on this ship might understand? "...I experience something similar. Not as drastic a change as you have, but a... shift into someone I do not wish to be."
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"You do," he repeats more to himself rather than asking for confirmation, stance tensing just so as he focuses all his attention on Tron. "How so? What happens when you... turn? I mean, I'm— you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm just curious."
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"Still, the important part to understand is that even though I am now Tron, I was reprogrammed to become Rinzler. And now, at times, that programming still comes out, and I lose... myself. Who I am." It's difficult to describe, the difference between Tron and Rinzler. "From what I can remember, it happens mostly when I am in battle, which is logical, as Rinzler was created to be the perfect fighter. When I am him, I only care about my objective, whatever that may be... whatever someone has commanded me to do. I could kill or hurt anyone in my way."
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Everything else is pretty horrible, though, he's aware of that too. That's why he reins in his amazement and inclination to tell him how impressive it all is, because the ability that one might be such a simple trigger away from turning into a fighter, a killer, a monster— that's certainly not a good thing. It may still be impressive but not in a good way, and Bruce hates it too when people speak of his own condition as if it's an amazing thing.
"Have you turned into him while here? Or... does his continued presence make that transformation impossible?" A beat, "How has he taken to having you around?"
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"I actually shifted into that state while fighting you... your other self," Tron replies, circuits brightening slightly at the memory. "Fortunately, I only responded to orders to take you down, and did not harm anyone else in the process, though I easily could have. That was before Rinzler arrived on the ship himself, though. But I have changed twice since he's been here... both times even in his presence. Once fighting him when he attacked me, and once fighting in a simulation room."
He pauses and smiles tightly. "He hasn't taken very well to my presence here, though at least he isn't attacking me on sight any longer."
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He would've never guessed that Rinzler was in any way comparable to the Hulk, though— some change from another program that looks shockingly human, and a stark contrast to Rinzler himself.
"I don't imagine it's easy on him," he pauses. "I don't imagine it's easy on you, either."
Bruce would dread to think what it would be like to have the Hulk as a separate entity going around the ship, honestly. And while it's not exactly the same thing, it's still understandably upsetting.
"Is that what he is, then? Some kind of... response triggered by fight or conflict? Is that transformation an intentional part of your programming?" The questions might be a little invasive and uncomfortable, but Bruce guesses Tron will tell him if he doesn't want to answer them.
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It's difficult to speak of what Clu did to them both, but Tron presses on, regardless. There aren't many on the ship who know the entire story, in any case, and it's better that someone does. "It was another program, Clu, who did this. He could not create other programs, but he could edit or repurpose them. I was... rectified. Perfected, in his view. Turned into his... enforcer." Tron's expression twists in disgust at the recalled memory, his circuits dimming and brightening again. "I... Rinzler was coded to only obey Clu's orders, to destroy anyone he deemed a threat, to fight for him."
And I remember all of it, every program I derezzed... every ISO I hunted down... He can't say that part aloud, not now, not even to Bruce, who might understand.
"Eventually, I was able to break Clu's recoding when he gave me an order to destroy a friend... another User. I remembered who I was, who I was meant to be, and I rebooted... but apparently Clu's code is still in mine. It still comes out. And I don't know if it can be removed."
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With Tron, it's different. He was changed against his own will, against the will of his original creator too. Even if they may share some traits too, and Rinzler with the Hulk. As for remembering... Bruce would only be partly familiar with that. Some things, he remembers, but during an unwilling transformation, he mostly gets flashes and nothing more. They're no less fuel for nightmares, to be honest.
"I'm sorry about that," he offers, and it feels like too little. But he doesn't really know what else to say. "My... condition's incurable, too. I can't— I can't even die."
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Realizing that it might not be something that Bruce would want to answer, Tron shakes his head quickly. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want. But I always thought that humans weren't indestructible."
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"I guess I mustn't be human anymore. Not completely, anyway." Humans didn't survive massive gamma poisoning either, and yet here he is, ten years and counting, and not a single sign of radiation damage.
"Maybe there's some massive power out there that can kill me, but if there is, I'm yet to find it." Not that he's looking right now, not anymore anyway.