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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 was not a hacker, and his skills on technology allowed him to do what was necessary to advance his own agenda. Here he had kept from the network so far, simply observing the behaviour and the limitless information that could be found there. What he needed was someone who was bright enough with technology to allow him to have access to private entries of others.
Tony Stark would certainly not be anywhere close to his top five list of individuals who would be useful for the long term. The man was too volatile and resented authority, and it was amusing and too bad that such a brilliant mind had been so stunted by Howard's complete incompetence with fatherhood. He probably should have toyed with the idea and made the recommendation to off the senior Stark earlier, but it was just so difficult when Howard kept producing fine works that would gradually make their way to HYDRA's usage.
Still, he really should look into how many thousands of dollars in therapy Tony was due for.
He smiled at the greeting, it warm and welcoming as he set down his tools and reached up to set his reading glasses on the top of his head. The fact his formal title was used at all made him consider where Tony was in the timeline, and despite the natural insolence that Tony could have towards authority of any kind, he liked to think they could benefit from one another.
"Mr. Stark," he replied, pushing himself to stand to regard Tony as if they were on the same level. Equals on some playing fields. "You are the first of my world that I've encountered so far. A pleasure, as always, though I admit our dealings have been long ago with Fury being head of SHIELD." He gave Tony a once over as if examining for differences since they last met. "You still have the look of your father, but your mother is in the eyes. Wonderful woman. Would you care to sit?"
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Tony just offers a smile of his own, completely insincere. It strains at the edges at the mention of his mother, but he's not giving anybody the satisfaction of letting on to his displeasure.
"I think I'll stand, actually," he returns smoothly. He gestures for Pierce to resume his seat - he should really be careful with those old knees, of course - and genuinely wonders if Pierce will lower himself to Tony, or remain stubbornly standing. It'll be telling either way.
"Adjusting to your downgrade? I can't imagine they have you doing anything nearly as interesting as your work back home."
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"Actually, it's quite exciting learning a completely new system," he replied, energy and pleasure warming his voice. It also crinkled the lines at the corner of his eyes. "One must always be willing to learn or face falling behind on the times. Besides, being at the bottom gives one a wonderful view of where they need to climb. A challenge, Mr. Stark, is worth every ounce of effort."
He kept his loose posture, intent and respectful and yet leaving nothing of vulnerability of himself. "They are putting that brilliant mind of yours to work, are they?"
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He waves a vague hand at the latter comment. "Flattery will get you everywhere. And yes, as a matter of fact. Turns out they had enough grey matter to know where to best utilize their engineers... mostly."
Best utilized, in his opinion, would be shoving all of their best and brightest at the Ingress 24/7. But since that hasn't been a thing - for reasons beyond him - babysitting the very delicate and complex systems keeping them all alive will have to do as a second option.
"Computer detail, is it? That seems like it has the potential to get mundane in a hurry. Depending on the manner of work, of course."
That is the question of the day.
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"Mostly meaning that you know that you could be of more use if they would just allow you to run this ship, so to speak?" He wondered if it had to do with the technology that brought them here, since he had heard that it had always been on the fritz. It was probably pointless now that it was shut down.
"Computer work, indeed," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Every job requires completion. Besides, there is a wealth of information on the network to comb through in order to bring myself up to speed."
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An airy shrug. He's not just talking for the sake of talking; this is something that actually consistently vexes him. And if he's concerned by the idea of Pierce combing back through the network, he doesn't particularly show it. Tony's always been paranoid about locking his own correspondences, and he knows from experience that the MID network is nigh impossible to hack. If he can't do it, he's thoroughly confident Pierce won't be able to, either.
"Yikes. Sounds tedious. I can tell you right now that you're in for a lot of petty in-squabbling and ill-advised drunk posts."
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He had already encountered certain issues with the network, but he was still looking into the full scope of the challenge. There were enough drunk posts to make him consider if any of the crew members were sober in a set number of hours in the day to be useful for anything but their duties.
"Sounds like internal SHIELD emails," he replied with a shrug of his emails. "Though so far, there have been less demands on where the coffee filters are or who stole Cindy's stapler."