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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
everyone wants their own version of peace
It had been a good while since he had been forced to act and feel things out on his own, and it was charmingly thrilling. Exploring a space ship, dim lights and life support and all, reminded him of childhood and the space program. Every boy at some point dream of the stars after all.
He turned his head at the approach of a stranger, but he immediately noted the pad of paper and pen. The sunglasses were amusing given the lack of light, but he accepted his own physical limitations easily. He was comfortable in his own skin. "Enjoying the freedom of exploration. Yourself?"
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Even in a sauna.
"Seeing what areas have been powered down. So a more prosaic version of the the freedom." He tapped his tablet idly with the end of his pen. "I got a better idea of what's running, though. So if you need any directions. Or if you get bored, there's a well stocked library. At least the books won't be getting turned off."
Thankfully not everything on the ship was tied to energy reserves.
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Think of the friends he could meet. Think of the crew members he could draw into his fold. Who didn't want to assist someone both new and showing their age?
"Freedom through continued contractual slavery," he asked, dipping his head to one side to show curiosity. "And which direction to the library? I do find great enjoyment in books. Though, how accurate are they?"
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But he wasn't bitter. Nope.
"Library is this way. Come on." He started toward the lift, checking the book he carried one last time. "Books under reference might seem to be nonsense but considering we're in a nexus between worlds, what's accurate information to one person is superstitious nonsense to another. So don't always discount it."
Funny what people had to offer, especially in a place with billion year old robots and men that could create potions that warded off ghosts.
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Yet, for him, slavery was the only choice. He was certain there could be certain loop-holes in the contract if he read it enough times.
Alexander followed in the wake of this man who he knew nothing about, but what harm could being directed to a library generate? "Information is important even if it is different from what might exist in my world. With the changes to time lines, worlds and even people, it seems reasonable that there would be stark differences. I'm actually quite interested in searching them out."
And perhaps seeing which could be used for his own advantage. He had no leverage at present after all.
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"The fact we wore uniforms make us stand out a little."
The ship itself had done little to restrain them only now. In that resources were to be moderated a little bit. But the changes to time lines comment held his attention after that unfortunate tale.
When they reach the lift, he holds the door for him with his shoulder. "You've met people familiar with you, too? There's a few from my world." Ones that had accidentally put him on a better path to fix his mistakes.
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Great uniforms though; they reminded him of Star Trek. He would have to look more closely at the ranking system and consider if it was worth advancing.
He stepped into the lift and folded his hands in front of him, looking around the contraption. "Oh, I've only perused the crew list and see familiar names. Whether or not they are the people I remember will for future interactions. I read a very informative document for new arrivals by Dr. Bruce Banner which explained about differing timelines and the like."
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Not that he doubted the possibility that they were brought here purposefully. A good many of the Diamond Dogs had been recruited with their talents in mind, grabbed out of the wilds of Central Africa and Afghanistan to be used in their battles.
But the captains prior had been so inept that Kaz couldn't help but assume unless the ship was specifically machinating itself, it all had been happy accident.
"Since there are other Ingresses, I doubt we're the only people experiencing this. The only location worth, anyway." And there's the floor. The library itself not far away, and Miller heads directly towards it.
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"Is there no one with the skills to be able to fix the issue?" And if not, why by God had they been leaving that technology on in the first place? He would be looking deeply into the matter of the Ingress, and it seemed the library would be a good place as any to start.
He followed towards the library, folding his hands together behind his back as he walked, his eyes moving around the hallway to look for anything remarkable to use as a defining characteristic to find his way back here if he happened to be on the floor and not using the lift to start with. The library was small but definitely quaint. "This is a lot of information crammed into a small space. All crew members have access, yes?"