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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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The circumstances could be better, but it is nice to meet you.
[There is a little bow of her head in acknowledgment of his salute.]
The galaxy is a varied place.
[The Republic- Empire- has been around, in some part, for many years upon years. It has grown and expanded, with much of it's history lost in time already. Myths and legends remain, although the truth, as always, is a fickle creature..]
I suppose if the ships work as most do, there is a specific region for living quarters.
[Although who is to say that it holds true here. Walking towards the direction he indicated, Padmé does give him a curious look.] Have you a friend with you?
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[Armin loosens his collar quite a bit (it helps that even after 10 months of eating well he's still small), and out pops the orange-striped head of a kitten. She meows and climbs onto the nape of Armin's neck.]
This is Liza. I guess she's my traveling companion now.
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[She has been traveling through space since she was a child, going to places at first with her parents before going on her own. Even after her term of queen finished, she had been allowed to keep one of the ships for her own use. It was her main means of transportation, but she has been aboard others as well.]
Meaning one that doesn't leave the atmosphere of your planet?
[That curious hint to her question. There are races that don't tend to go out in to space that often, but it does tend to be that unless one is stranded outside of the spacelanes, flight can be found.
Padmé gives a light start, although her expression does soften.]
Was she not your traveling companion before?
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[Armin scratches Liza under her chin, looking wistful. He probably didn't need the detail about the ocean, most people wouldn't find that too remarkable.]
Liza isn't from my world. About 10 months ago I was taken to a world called Eros and forced to agree to a contract - sound familiar? But this one was sort of um, magical, and the agreement was to pay off a debt of sin. [Those last words take on an understandably bitter edge.] Liza was a gift from someone there. I actually earned the privilege to visit another world, my friend's world, with the agreement we'd be taken back after our visit was through. But the portal never re-opened. We... thought we were free, or our debts paid.
[Armin finds the control panel for the lift, and touches it. Oh good, that works. Everything machine here seems eerily quiet.]
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There was no magic to those in my galaxy. There were some common energy sources, but that is all. They were powered through mechanical means.
[Although she isn't really the one to speak about such things. She had a rudimentary understanding of them, but Anakin has always been better. In fact, most Jedi she knew, from Ahsoka to Obi-Wan, seem to have a working knowledge that far exceeds her own.
She listens as he speaks though, that calm aura back to her although it is as much a distraction as anything else. She does blink, finding the similarity worth noting, although she knows nothing of a planet called Eros. Then again, why should she?]
Yet you found yourself here instead. [It is said softly as she looks to the panel, although it seems he has done all that needs to be done to move it.] Perhaps this friend is here, although I am uncertain whether you would find that a comfort or not.
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[The lift arrives. Armin enters first to give the place a glance over, looking for anything suspicious. Not that he'd know what suspicious is here, but he doesn't see anything that looks like it's about to blow up or inject them with something.]
But... if he remembered me from before, I'm sure he would've rushed here to my side the moment he saw I arrived. So.
[Armin tries too hard to make it sound as if it doesn't matter, as if it's an expected outcome. His voice cracks a little. Liza mews at him plaintively. He slaps at the elevator control, selecting Nomo deck by some miracle.]
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I am sorry to hear that.
[It is a possibility that Padmé hasn't expected. No doubt that first flash of relief of knowing someone else is here is crushed with knowing that they have no memory of you. She tries to think of her own life, but the people who knows and trusts she has known, and trusted, for a number of years. It would be far that this place would need to go to have them not know her.
But, to switch the conversation to something less painful, she does inquire.]
Which room number are you looking for?
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Room 10. I wonder what the setup is like here... bunks, I'd imagine.
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Padmé hadn't thought to ask, and in truth it doesn't really matter.]
It would seem the most logical solution, although I do wonder how many per room. Two, at least, it seems, as that is the number that I was given as well.
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It's interesting that the room situations are co-ed. Not that it matters that much to me. [In truth he's the sort who was probably more ta risk at distraction from boys, back in training, but people mostly just minded their own business. And pretended not to hear any inappropriate behavior.]
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One cannot help but wonder if names were simply taken in the order of arrival- or some similar system.
[Then again, maybe it is random. Then again, maybe it is not. Padmé cannot say at the moment.]
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