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"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once."
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 nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.
Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also 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 or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.
At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable.
Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID:To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time. Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit.
As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew.☄ lights down low The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill. ☄ reuse & recycle The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet. ☄ new jobs, same faces The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?
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thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am
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...kind of her only thing right now.]
Sure. I have them all cataloged in my files.
Is this out of concern for an allergy?
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[ Obviously she works there, as she is in the gardens and spraying seedlings, but Spock wants to assess just where she ranks.
It is unfortunate that he has yet to access a list of all personnel on the ship. It's on his to-do list. ]
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I'm piloting the program. Assuming, of course, that our illustrious new captains allow me to continue.
[Snark is a coping mechanism. She's genuinely concerned about her place. She worked hard to get the program going. It's her baby and she's not ready to let go just yet.
With a shrug and a flip of her hair, she walks over to her leather bag by the door, pulling out a thick, leatherbound notebook. The pages are covered in her scrawling handwriting.]
I have them organized both alphabetically and by bank location. The alphabetical list compares the plants that I don't know well to genuses and species from my universe. You're more than welcome to take a look, but you'll have to do it here.
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And a stronger push to reach the origin of the Ingress and get some answers is not illogical, even if it means diverting power to only the necessary functions.
He takes the book from her and flips through a few of the pages to find the plants they're currently standing near. And if he gives off vibes of slight annoyance (not that he would) - Well. Stone knives and bearskins and scrawling handwriting do not make good science. ]
What was your home universe, Miss- [ And did he really forget to introduce himself? ] Apologies. I am Spock. Might I have your name?
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[She folds her arms, fighting off a sense of pride. Her records may be primitive, but they're very thorough. Fatima knows her plantlife. It was one of the few non-Noddist ideals that her mother hammered into her.
And it's served her well.
Beside each plant's name, she lists a genus and species of a comparable earth plant. Everything from mint to tomatoes. And strawberries. But those are real strawberries, brought over from Zelien.]
I don't know if my home universe has an official name, but I'm from a city called Los Angeles. California. Earth.
[And not Middle Earth, Mr. Pointy Ears.]
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The comparisons are helpful and the plants are ones he knows, which does help identify the others. ]
Earth is known in my universe, as is California. I am unacquainted with the city of which you speak, as my time there was spent in San Francisco.
[ This isn't entirely his first experience with alternate universes, though it is the first time he's actually been away from his world - which isn't Middle Earth, though the comparison is almost apt.
Vulcans. The space elves of the universe?]no subject
That's...
Where has she seen that before?]
What's that?
[She all but points at it. Some people take that the wrong way.]
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It is a Starfleet insignia. Science division. What year was it on your Earth when you arrived here?
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[Starfleet? She's heard that word before.
No. No. She's seen it. Maybe somewhere in her notes about Zelien? She quickly grabs another notebook from her bag and starts flipping through it. Her scrawling handwriting covers every page, with a few annotations in the margins--notes from Sam and emojis from Cas. But as she goes further and further back through her own personal history, she finds more of the notes she took on the people she knew...
And there it is.]
Starfleet. An...interplanetary exploration force with military capability?
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[ First Contact between Vulcan and Earth hadn't even occurred in that year, so her familiarity with it is rather surprising. Not impossible - as she is familiar with Starfleet, it cannot be impossible - but unexpected.
He actually pulls his attention away from the book to look at her. ]
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You're not the first member of Starfleet that I've met.
There was a place called 'Zelien.' An organization called COMPASS pulled research subjects from across the universe. There were two Starfleet officers there with me.
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[Fatima will mask how much she misses them, how much she misses everyone from Zelien. The survivor's guilt is a real bitch. The best way to get past it is to go through.
Sometimes easier said than done.]
I was very close to a woman, a Doctor Beverly Crusher.
[She doesn't wait to see if he recognizes the name or not. It happens, quite a lot, that people from common worlds know each other. But just as frequently, they don't. There's no figuring out the multiverse.]
And there was a guy named Jim.
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I am unfamiliar with Dr. Crusher, but that does not preclude the possibility of her being a part of the organization. It is rather large. The Jim - are you aware of his last name and rank?
[ It was before her time on the ship and there is already a Jim Kirk on the ship, so there is little point in asking. But that need to know is insistent. ]
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[They didn't really talk too much about rank, given the fact that they'd all be reduced to the level of being prisoners. He was pretty badass, though. Fatima remembers that much with a slight smile.]
His name was Jim Kirk.