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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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"I don't know the new captains," Yori answers as accurately as possible, "though I seem to have arrived just ahead of them." She's still trying to decide whether it's a good thing or a bad one that everyone aboard ship looks as confused about the sudden change as she feels.
Efficiency sounds like something the Master Control Program would order of his army. These Users might be worse or they might take free time for granted. She can't tell.
She shrugs an apology. "I've only just started training for this position, but is there anything I can do to help?"
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"Do you know anything about spaceship navigation? It's ok if you don't, I didn't at first either, but if you do that helps a lot."
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"I know a little about ships. Not much about actual space." Yori waved a hand in poorly hidden awe at the nearest display of stars. "The controls here make sense, but I need a lot more context before I'd feel safe using any of them." Navigating inside a computer network had some surprising similarities to outer space, but also more differences than Yori had yet found time to catalog.
Did she have any right to make suggestions? Everything looked very busy. It might streamline the process. "I'll do my best to learn quickly, but in the meantime if there's data you need sorted or a station that just needs to be watched for changes, that's probably the best I can manage today."
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"Why don't you work on this one over here," he turned toward one of the consoles, walking over to it with his tail swishing behind him. "This one keeps an eye on objects that are far away, but may be in our path later. Let one of the navigation techs know if any of the numbers start getting really low. Also-" he bounded over to a corner of the room which he had sort of claimed as his workspace. The floor was covered in scrolls and carefully stacked books. He scanned over the labels on the spines and carefully extracted a thick volume out of the middle of one pile. He returned, carrying the book in one talon and offering it to her.
"This is 'The Guide to Interstellar Navigation'. It has a lot of helpful information, and covers a lot of the basics of traveling through space. You can borrow it if you want to read it. "
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Even better, her new co-worker came back with a book. Yori accepted the offer with delight. She'd learned the basics of flat print already, and liked it; there was so much less worry over what she was asking of the programs in her MID.
"Thank you!" Yori opened the cover, scanning what she could with a first glance. Though she wasn't sure her knowledge of space was quite up to the challenge of the vocabulary, anything she didn't understand would be a very useful pointer to all the questions she'd most need to ask. Plus if she could take it back to her assigned room she'd be able to put more time into study. "This looks wonderful. I'll take good care of it," she promised. "When do I need to return it?"
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"Oh, I'm Starflight, by the way. Assistant Supervisor for Navigation."
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She hadn't expected so much data to be available, even if her assigned function required some of it. This ship seemed generous with resources so far.
"My name is Yori. Navigation Operation Technician," she added, in case formality was required. "According to my contract." Not much training to go with the title yet. "Pleased to meet you, Supervisor Starflight."
My apologies for the delay
"Oh, it's just. Um. Assistant Supervisor. At least, it usually is. I guess I'm the supervisor if Mana's not here? I'm not sure, it's never happened before. At least not when we weren't both unavailable." He realized he was rambling and snapped his jaw shut,
"Anyway, I expected that might be your job. Most people in Navigation have that title. They'll be able to give you directions too when they're around. Ratchet's been here longest, and Leia is really nice too, and there's a couple others, you'll meet them eventually."
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(If Starflight is named for his intended function, though, she hopes he'll learn a little more confidence in the process.)
Yori commits the other names to memory. She can probably find them on the directory, too, if anything urgent turns up. "I'll remember." She offers her best effort at a reassuring smile, though given all the things she has to be uncertain of herself, it's a little shaky. "I'm sure we can figure all this out together."
She's not that sure, but the crew's got to have better odds than Tron against the MCP. Yori won't bet against them.
(ooc: No problem! Since the month's about over, I'm happy to close this thread if you want to plan something for later.)
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"I sure hope so. Hopefully Manasseh will be back soon and we can all get home."
(ooc: That sounds great, thank you.)