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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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[He has no idea what that's supposed to mean.]
So you enjoy being taken from what is familiar to you and put into a situation without your consent? Convenient. If only the rest of us were so flexible.
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[You tried, Sideswipe.]
Psh, no? But c'mon. We're in space! You'd be really lame not to be a little excited.
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I am not excited at all.
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... dude. Lame. And here I thought you'd be chill. What with your detailing and all. What's that supposed to be, anyway?
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Why would I be excited to be taken away from my home planet against my will? If you do not like that I do not enjoy being here, then that is no fault of mine.
It is a dragon. And I see your symbol as well. What caused you to pick Japanese?
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[Look at his eyes light up.]
A dragon? Sweet! Let me see. [As he shuffles a little closer.] Huh? Oh, uh, it was just kind of there and looked cool.
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Fine. Come here.
[Hanzo holds up his arm, letting Sideswipe have a look.]
Oh? You do not know what your symbol means? [Typical foreigner, he muses. What a child.] A shame. I recognize it.
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[He flops himself down right then and there to look. Curiously.]
Dude it's huge. It's like everywhere... where'd you get it?
[But then he's rolling his eyes.] Uh no, sorry, they don't exactly teach Earth language on Cybertron okay, man.
What's it mean?
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Where I am from. I earned it a few decades ago.
[Hanzo snorts at his attitude. Well, if you're going to be like that.]
It means "monkey excrement".
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For what? Dragon murder?
[His 'eyebrow' quirks up.]
... wow. Wow dude. You just suck the fun right out of the room, y'know that?
Why would anybody put that on their car?
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It would take too long to explain to you.
[Hanzo scoffs.] You yourself said it looked interesting. A typical foreigner approach to select a symbol that is aesthetically pleasing but they do not know what it means.
I suggest you bear that in mind.
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[It's as close to "come at me bro" as the situation can get. He even spreads his hands.]
It was on the car I scanned. Jerk. I'm not even from your planet.
I suggest your face bears that in mind.
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[Hanzo scowls.]
I owe you nothing, much less an explanation to what the dragon means for me. Ask again when you have some semblance of respect.
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That's a new record.
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Now that we have bothered each other, let us part ways.
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What crawled up your exhaust port and died?
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You are bothersome. So bother someone else who somehow finds the patience to deal with you.
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Hey, I was here first, you shoo.
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Very well. The less I must endure you.
[Hanzo will definitely leave, buddy.]
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This just means it's not over, buddy.
[And you can bet this bastion of maturity pulls a face at Hanzo's retreating back.]
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[AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE HE NOTICES.]
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[... he's yelling this down the hall. Because this is a good plan.]
[But also not stopping him from going anywhere, because SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE NOT-ASSHOLE.]
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