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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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How old is he, is what he wonders. Clearly old enough to have seen a gun in use (though the average age for that seems to be getting lower and lower), but probably not old enough for Venom to be encouraging his curiosity.
But, hey. He's been wrong before. ]
My answer depends on your reason for wanting to know.
[ Anyone can be taught to use a firearm, but that doesn't mean everyone should.
Venom shifts his weight from one foot to the other, carefully watching Anakin to assess his answer. ]
i won't mind your spelling if you don't mind my schedule <3
[Sorry, buddy, that gets a massive (and petulant) scoff. He's been around weaponry since childhood. Perhaps not on the firing or swinging end, but there's familiarity enough. Jedi children are given training sabers while still basically toddling around. It's hardly new.
But he does manage to cut back on the pedantry enough to give a shrug.]
If you'd seen half of what we have here, I doubt you would even ask. [In short: he finds your lack of faith disturbing.] But my clone squadron back home used to use something similar enough. Like I said, they all look the same.
please, i am always here to wait for you!!
Truth enough that all a young man will do in the face of a gun is shrug at it.
Venom's scrutiny ebbs, and what's left is gentle neutrality. A little downturn of scarred brows. ]
Right. [ HE'LL CONCEDE, ANAKIN... FINE. ] If you've seen one, you've seen them all. You pull a trigger, and the gun fires.
[ Thank you, Venom Snake, for this incredibly important nugget of wisdom. But even he realizes that that's incredibly unhelpful, so he appends: ] You said 'squadron'. Are you military?
GODDAMN IT FRESHY I'M GOING TO BED BUT I WILL STAY UP FOR YOU THIS ONCE
[It gets a shrug, another one. He's not quite sure how to explain it. It's a strange situation even for their universe, let alone one where so many collide. But that collision seems to have similarity enough it seems. Slavery still exists. War's always a constant.
How disheartening is that?]
Back home, I'm part of a spiritual Order. Or they should be, anyway, of "Peacekeepers."
[What a resoundingly faith-inspiring thing to start that story off with. Without an invitation--since when does Anakin Skywalker wait for a thing like an invitation? (not in a situation like this)--he takes a seat across from this man and his extremely large gun. This is almost exactly like being back home.]
We're meant to find solutions to problems before it ever escalates to a military. Being in the middle of a galactic-level civil war makes that difficult. I'm a General, yes, if that counts for anything.
[Knowing what he knows now? It doesn't feel like it counts for a whole lot. But when he'd felt like the cause had been a real one? When he'd believed in it and the safety of the Republic's people? That title had mattered a great deal. Not that any of that is conveyed through his sigh.]
We work with the military. Guide it, at times. But we're not technically part of it. [No, it doesn't make sense to him either.]
SMUGLY ACCEPTS YOUR TAGS INTO MY ARMS
For ease of conversation, Venom has the foresight to at least clear his gun from the table. All that's left on it now is a rather antiquated-looking cassette player, previously hidden by his rifle. ]
'Technically'.
[ That's definitely the operative word, he figures. He'd make a comment about Anakin being awfully young to be a General, again, but applying his world's logic to a world that apparently deals in intergalactic warfare might be. You know. Ignorant.
It's all a lot to take in. ]
And the military trusts your Order to make good decisions?
[ This sounds extremely dangerous. ]
/kisses; sorry this is late boo
It's supposed to be temporary [so it's said, anyway], systems--planets usually operate on their own unless we're called for in the first place. So, yes, they do, but sometimes I--
[I'm not sure they should.] It's complicated. How does it work for you?
please, never apologize to me x(
He takes a moment to formulate his own response, though, filling in the silence that his consideration leaves with idle clicks of his bionic recalibrating. ]
Largely the same, but on a smaller scale. We've only got one planet to contend with. [ A brief exhale, bordering on sardonic. ] Interventions only tend to happen when the problem escalates to a catastrophic level. We don't have a single organization that deals with peacekeeping.
[ The Cold War was a weird time, man. ]
<3 still sorry
[What a horrifying concept. It was one that had made up a good portion of his own childhood, granted, but he'd at least had the ability to dream of "anywhere but here." He catches himself gaping and firmly sets his jaw.]
Do you have peacekeepers at all?