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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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The override sensor. The motion detector's malfunctioning, I think. Turning on and off randomly. Or perhaps it's the light itself that's the issue.
[ Obi-Wan's really shooting in the dark here. No pun intended. ]
I'd like one or the other, but not both if I can help it.
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It could be. Was it working fine before they decided to leave us all in the dark? [ A beat, and Jim shifts to try and get a look at the inside of the panel. ] We can try to reroute it, but I'm not familiar with this set up.
Might take a minute.
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It was fine before, but it doesn't appear the system appreciates half-power any more than the rest of us.
[ Truth be told, he's not so bothered by that so much as the change of leadership. ]
What's your name? I figure I should ask. [ On account of him helping out and all. ] Mine's Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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It wouldn't surprise me. Most ships tend to get a little upset when they don't get what they need, just like the rest of us.
[ He grunts softly, trying to get his arm up to try at what looks like a loose wire. And Obi-Wan is in good company, cause Jim is not cool with the leadership issues either. ]
Well, considering I'm basically sharing clothes with you if I get any closer, might be a good idea. [ There's a light teasing to his tone, and he chuckles softly. ] I'm Jim Kirk. Wish we were meeting under better circumstances.
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[ And by that, he means more than a decade worth of introductions. Fighting a war means he meets most people are their worst. ]
What is it you do back home? Other than come to the aid of strangers?
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[ Jim has a little experience in meeting people at their worst. He's often negotiating and getting his feet wet as diplomat. Liaisons between two previously inconsolable enemies. He chuckles a bit at the question, eyes crinkling with mirth.
He tries another connection, but with no appreciable result. ]
That's a lot of what I do, sometimes. But no, I'm a starship captain. Federation Constitution Class. What about you?
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He tosses Kirk a rueful look hoping he receive a shock from Kenobi's actions. ]
Well, I'm not an electrician, I can assure you of that. But I am a peacekeeper. A member of the Jedi Order.
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He's had plenty worse, no worries. ]
Neither am I. I usually leave the Engineering to my Chief, Scotty. [ He reflexively checks the MID, even though he's still getting used to it, and is glad it isn't glitching or anything. That's good. ] Jedi Order? Never heard of it. Peacekeeping I'm a little familiar with---
[ Jim collects himself and dives back into the circuits, trying to find one to give a happy medium for the light. ]
---sensitive negotiations, and negotiations that don't go like they should.
ugh my typos, I AM SO SORRY
[ You wouldn't know it to see him, but he's usually in a tousle — almost exclusively in trouble (usually through no direct fault of his own, or so he says). ]
Recently, my order hasn't had the same success with peacekeeping as we had in years past. Too often now we're set to be more soldiers than diplomats.
[ Kenobi squints as the lights in his chosen room flicker and then hold steady, brighter than normal. That's got to be a power drain right there. ]
never apologize you're just fine! it happens :)
But he can appreciate the ability to be underestimated. People have done that more than once to him even before he joined Starfleet. Even a couple of times after. It didn't always end well for the other people, but he isn't the type to swing first. Even if he does instigate sometimes. ]
That sounds frustrating. [ To say the least. ] My ship and crew, we're on a mission of peaceful exploration in deep space. Uncharted territory, for us. We're trying to build a good framework of stable, peaceful relations.
Which---means I end up going through a lot of those shirts I was talking about.
[ He chuckles as he says it, and casts a frustrated look toward the light. Okay, well maybe if he tries another connection. ] Give me a program or something to hack any day. Just don't ask me to fi---
[ Jim's pretty sure that was a bulb breaking. Yeah. ]
That was not what I planned on doing.
<333 thank you
And yet you somehow achieved the appropriate result. Am I to guess this is a running theme, Captain Kirk?
[ Obi-Wan thinks he's about right in asking. What he's seen here, from the rueful admissions to the desire to help, suggests Kirk is the type of person someone calls when they want something done, full stop. The details in getting there can obviously be left up to the captain's discretion. In this case, no ripped shirt is necessary. ]
you're welcome! <3
It's Jim, please. There's no reason to stand on ceremony here.
[ He follows in after him, looking around for anything to get the shards of glass up off the floor. He settles for hunkering down near the mat, careful not to disturb it unless he has to, and gets the bigger pieces of glass. ]
I get lucky sometimes.
[ The statement carries a bit of hesitation to it, a weight of emotion. Sure, he's got training in a myriad of different things. He can fix a number of Starfleet systems to a lesser degree than an engineer. He's good in a pinch, he likes to say, but he's not Scotty. He says that, but he was the one to climb into an irradiated warp core and get it aligned without proper tools or protective gear.
He looks up at the other guy while he cleans up. ]
Just sometimes, though.
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As clearly demonstrated, I see.
[ But not so nearly lucky enough, eh? He thinks he picks up on something more than what he expects to see, and with the lingering sensation of old wounds on his mind, he dips his head in appreciation. ]
I'll owe you a favor, if you'll have it. The assistance has been quite welcome.