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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
JFC SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
Holy shit! This--are you serious with this!? [he pushes his glasses up and goes to put his hands on the side of the droid, to see it move again, watching the head.]
it's ok!!
Hey, hey! Back off my droid.
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He jumps when the girl appears from under the panel, looking like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.]
I was just looking at it.
[no. He touched it. He touched it a lot.]
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Looking is done with the eyes, not the hands. She told me you were prodding.
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[he looks back to the droid, having the decency to look apologetic, and puts his hands in his pockets.] Didn't mean to scare you, little guy. It's... it's been a long day.
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Yeah, well. Her subprogramming doesn't really allow for anger, so don't worry about it. [A beat. She offers:] The beeping is 27th generation droidspeak. It's their language.
Here comes the fourth wall train I'm so sorry
He very obviously wants to grab the droid again and try and figure out how she works, so he turns to Rey instead to try and distract himself. He still looks a mess--with a bloody shirt, motor oil and coolant all over his clothes and tattoos. Newt pretty much looks in place with the surroundings.]
Dude, someone programmed an entire language? That's so cool, is it like morse code or is it way more complex than that? Probably more complex, right? Shit. [He pauses, looking back to the small droid and rocking back on the balls of his feet. He looks like an impatient child.] She looks like a smaller, rounder R2D2. Did you make her? Fan of the movies?
it's ok i love it
His manner, however, does catch her off guard. She isn't used to anyone being so... talkative around her. She isn't really the sort that invites conversation.
Except when someone mentions the name of a droid that had laid dormant for decades in a secret Resistance base. Immediately she moves forward, putting herself toe-to-toe with him. Even still bruised from her time as a slave, she strikes an imposing figure.]
How do you know about Ar-too?
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When nothing happens execpt the question, Newt squints an eye open, cautiously swallowing.]
--Are you kidding me? Everybody knows what R2-D2 is. I think the only people who don't have either been living under a rock their whole lives or were born after K-Day. Those movies are pop-culture classics!
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But as he continues speaking, it dawns on her: he may not be from her universe, but he's from one that's aware of its existence. How, she can't explain--maybe it's the Force, maybe it's just this damned ship messing around with scientific things she doesn't understand. Either way, she isn't about to break space and time by hearing it. She doesn't want to mess her life up any more than it already is.
She holds up a hand, gesturing for him to shut up. Rey closes her eyes, shaking her head.]
Stop. You're not making sense, and I honestly don't want you to start. So just--stop.
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Wait, what did I say?
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You mentioned the name of a top secret droid kept in a top secret Resistance base. And I don't want to know how you know about it. But I'll tell you that other people will, so you'd best be prepared to explain yourself to them.
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--Woah, woah. Woah. Are you saying you're... [He squints. The only people who haven't seen Star Wars, lived Star Wars.] Oh damn.
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MarshallNewt, she lived Star Wars. She cocks her head to one side and squints at him.]Let's just go with "oh damn" and leave it at that, okay?