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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 says it without thinking, and it's kind of hard to stop himself from staring even more and trying to assess the whole suit, but that feels like it'd be kind of creepy and invasive. It's just an outstanding piece of tech, he can't even imagine how many lives could be saved with that.]
So you... Spend a lot of time in warzones?
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[ Angela is used to eyes being on her; it was made to be a little flashy (and white, which stands out enough on its own) specifically to be easy to spot. She'll do a little turn for him to see the back and wings as well, one quick twirl before facing him again. Then a little bow, one foot crossing behind the other to tap her toe on the ground. It is outstanding, and she's proud of it to this day. She'd only had a minor hand in its creation but it has saved her time and again. ]
I do, yes. I used to be a member of an international peacekeeping force, but when it was disbanded I continued my work where I was most needed. Neutral little groups of doctors and volunteers wherever we could be of help. Assisting villages rebuilding, treating those caught in wars, soldiers or locals or otherwise. Bringing necessary medicine and prosthetics where necessary. It was a little bit of everything, really.
You sound familiar.
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I'm a soldier, so... It's easy to imagine how much good you must be able to do with a suit like that.
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It would be difficult to put a number on it, but... it has been many. I'm thankful for its creation with every person I've gotten to safety. May I ask, quite generally, where you've served?
[ Perhaps they've seen the same scenery. ]
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South America, the Middle East... I do a lot of work stateside.
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[ She shakes her head, part of her unable to understand and another just plain disappointed. Even if her offering up information didn't inspire the same, it was all right. She's only glad for others who have shared a similar lifestyle; who can appreciate the same ideals the way she does. ]
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[There's a knowing tone to the way he says it, probably characteristic of anyone who's been to a lot of war zones. He knows these conflicts are often more complicated than just "now everybody get along," but there also has to be some kind of peaceful resolution out there?]
[Raiden shrugs a shoulder.] Especially with war profiteers stirring the pot.
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No country should ever forget what it's like to have peace. Entire generations have passed in that timespan without know what it could be like.
[ Auch. Don't remind her of war profiteers. There's a visible distaste in her expression completely aimed away from him, just shaking her head. ]
I don't understand how anything could be valuable enough to sway anyone toward so much violence and suffering.
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[He has a lot to say on those kind of people too, but it gives away a lot more about himself than Raiden is entirely comfortable with, so he's quiet for a moment before he opts for something... Friendly?]
That's why people like you are so important. Compassion is an alien concept to a lot of people on the battlefield.
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It is kind of you to say so Raiden; I appreciate it very much. I wish it were less of an alien concept, but perhaps with more time. Things are not as bad as they used to be, but humans are terrifyingly skilled at coming up with new ways to wage wars.
Everyone is always evolving, right? If only we could apply that energy into something more positive. Many people do, just perhaps not enough quite yet.
[ Ever the careful optimist, this one. ]