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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
[ observation deck ]
He really doesn't like this.
He intersperses his usual methodical approach with occasional bouts of spontaneity - that is, he'll sometimes address an individual out of sheer curiosity, rather than from an expectation of learning something concrete.
The man with the antique-looking short wave radio definitely sparks his curiosity.
It's always a bit of a challenge to him to approach someone so openly, but if he's learned anything in these past few hours, it's that most of the humans here (at least the ones he's spoken with so far) are unused to encountering non-humans, and that his sudden appearance from the shadows is not conducive to facilitating conversation. So he approaches openly (or as openly as possible, anyway; it's a bit of a short distance). His physical appearance may cause alarm ("Wow, an alien!" is a phrase he's already a little tired of hearing), but hopefully his presence will not.]
If it's any comfort, communication devices meant for long-range contact are also non-functional.
[His omni-tool is useless for making contact with anyone in, say, Citadel Space, for instance. Which is disappointing, but not entirely unexpected.]
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I figured it was a long shot, anyways.
[ He has a few false starts as he tries not to stare at Thane too obviously. There's a right way to handle this where he doesn't have to be rude or blunt. ]
...What are you?
[ Nailed it. ]
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Though for some reason he does find the man's bluntness to be amusing.]
My species is known as "drell". Not to be confused with little green men from Mars - we're from a bit further out than that.
[So, so dry. Amused, and very dry.]
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[ Well, there goes his next question. Not a martian, then. He rubs the back of his neck and tries to process that he's talking to an alien on a spaceship. This is stretching his mind a bit more than he's ready for. ]
Sorry. I'm not used to this... [ He gestures vaguely at, well, space. ] Stuff. I never met an alien before.
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[His tone loses most of the dryness as he says this, traded in favor of warmth. There's no hard feelings here, sir.]
I take it the idea of space travel in general is outside your realm of experience, as well?
[He's politely curious; alien encounters and space travel don't necessarily go hand-in-hand. He knows humans had been dinking around by themselves in their own solar system for a number of years before they'd uncovered the Charon relay that had allowed them access to the rest of the galaxy.]
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I still wasn't sure it was all that possible. Last I knew all that's been managed is a couple satellites by either side.
[ The sides being the Unites States and the Soviets. ]
It always seemed like stuff that was always gonna just be words in pulp books, never thought it'd be something I'd need to worry about.
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[He had hoped that by talking to a lot of different people he might be able to make some sense of the process of the device that pulled them all here. He'd been told that it was completely random, but he's talked to far more people who'd never been to space prior to today than he has people who had. Of course, his sample size is quite small, currently, but he's got a growing suspicion that a larger pool of interviews is not going to change this interesting result.]
Out of curiosity, what year was it?
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[ It's a weird question but... he's talking to an alien. So Jack just goes with it since he's pretty sure if he stops to think too deeply about it he'll probably start yelling a lot. ]
1960. Why? What year was it for you?
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Hm...There are an endless number of discrepancies, it seems. The year as humans count it was 2185.
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I feel like I shouldn't be surprised but... I'm having a little trouble with that.
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I understand. There is a lot to take in. [He pauses briefly, before adding:] I apologize for intruding. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.