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( november intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: November 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Exploration + new arrivals
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads
THE INFLUX "It is not so much about beginnings and endings; it is about muddling through the middle."
DESCENSION "I am the keeper of fragile things."



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When: November 1st and on
Where: The ship and on planet
What: Exploration + new arrivals
Warnings: Please label any warnings you have on your threads
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.
Welcome to Caducus Primary
Shortly after your arrival, you are met by one of the captains and any of the crew of the Moira who might have accompanied him. You are given a brief physical scan and are asked to sign a contract that states you are now part of the Moira with a specific job. This process 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 with only the slightest pinch. Much like the Moira's own Ingress, C-Primary's Ingress seems to be malfunctioning, and nothing can return through it. If you choose to disregard this offer, you will be detained indefinitely by the natives of Caducus Primary. (Joining the Moira is really the only choice you have.)
Shortly after your arrival, you are met by one of the captains and any of the crew of the Moira who might have accompanied him. You are given a brief physical scan and are asked to sign a contract that states you are now part of the Moira with a specific job. This process 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 with only the slightest pinch. Much like the Moira's own Ingress, C-Primary's Ingress seems to be malfunctioning, and nothing can return through it. If you choose to disregard this offer, you will be detained indefinitely by the natives of Caducus Primary. (Joining the Moira is really the only choice you have.)



From a distance, Caducus Primary doesn't look like much. The weather on the planet is extremely stable, and the vegetation is neat, almost pristine. What stands out about C-Primary, however, is the fact that there are hundreds of VERY TALL buildings packed together in many of the cities. They are elevated about the ground on what appear to be stilts and sway almost gracefully in the gentle breeze that is always present. Their stability never wavers; they don't fall down. The streets are lined with beautiful sculptures that are placed wherever light is needed. Many other designs can be found outside as well as in. This planet is rather wealthy, and the abundance of their natural resources reflect in everything. The world glitters just as glass would in the sunlight.
Native Details
● They have darker skin tones, but their hair styles and colors are all as unique as they can make them. This can be seen as influence from other travelers.
● Friendly, welcoming, and encouraging to the crew to trade with them for what they need.
● There are no visible "poor" areas.
● Calm and organized. If lost or in need of directions, they will offer to take you where you are going.
● Vey strict when it comes to rules. (Trade what you say you're going to trade.)
☄CITY PROPER
There are many things to do once on planet. In the city proper, stepping into one of the multiple shops reveals workers crafting glass figurines, jewelry, cups, and other items to your specifications. Trading is the same as on all other planets—there is no one accepted monetary unit. Yet, any unsavory cargo (such as weapons, explosives, alcohol, and drugs) will not be found anywhere in the vicinity of these areas. Other travelers have set up places outside the cities near transporter zones for these particular necessities. Trade at your discretion. At night, if you catch your reflection in a surface that isn't quite as transparent (on a sculpture, the side of a building, anything made of glass), there will be a momentary glimpse of your past or future self. A blink, and then, it will be gone.
Staying on the Moira isn't required during time spent on Caducus Primary. Visit one of its many fine hotels with its beautiful accomodations. The price is remarkably inexpensive: it's free.
Staying on the Moira isn't required during time spent on Caducus Primary. Visit one of its many fine hotels with its beautiful accomodations. The price is remarkably inexpensive: it's free.
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Zam Wesell
[For a while, she really thinks she’s dead. Why wouldn’t she? She had seen the flash of the saberdart, felt the pinch in her neck, and now she can feel herself being gently pushed to some bigger beyond, outside of her comprehension.
Her thought process goes from, ’Huh, so the Mabari were right about an afterlife,’ to ’Oh fierfek, I’m going to the bad one, aren’t I?’ followed by a brief, somewhat panicked period of trying to remember the specifics about said “bad one” and exactly what she can expect for the rest of well... Eternity.
Whatever she comes up with, it doesn’t match the warm, peaceful room she finds herself in. The captain of a ship approaching her and offering her a job aboard their ship doesn’t quite fit either. By the time she steps out of that glowing room and into the open air of the planet, she’s decided that maybe, just maybe, she isn’t dead.]
Around the City, daytime
[Once she’s decided that she’s (probably) not dead, the next step is to figure out how she’s not dead. She eases into the familiar form of a human female as she thinks on it; still being alive means still having to worry about troublesome things like the fact her Clawdite form is still wanted for heresy, fraud, and murder, after all.
Maybe Jango hadn’t actually killed her? Maybe the saberdart wasn’t loaded with anything lethal, but merely something to make her seem dead, so the Jedi would leave her be. She wants it to be true so badly -- that her friend hadn’t killed her, that he hadn’t ever intended to kill her, and that this is all some misunderstanding that she’ll be laughing about when she finds him again -- but there are still parts of that story that don’t add up. For one, she’s seen him use that same weapon to take out marks before and it had definitely been as lethal as anything. It’s possible he could have replaced the poison with something else before their mission, but for all his secrecy, it still seems like something he would inform her of, especially if it was a failsafe he’d taken for her sake.
Not to mention, whatever he’d put in that saberdart, it shouldn’t have been able to make her grow back the arm the Jedi had cut off. That, above all, is what Zam can’t even begin to try and explain. The only possibility she can think of is that maybe it’s a cybernetic prosthetic. But it would have to be a near-impossibly well-made one for it to fool the body and mind of a shapeshifter.
She’s so caught up in her thoughts, that she doesn’t even notice the person headed in the opposite direction until it’s too late. She crashes right into them, stumbling back a couple of steps from the impact.]
Hey, watch it! [Brusqueness aside, it’s clear she’s a new member of the Moira crew. There’s the MID on her hand for one, and the fact that her armor doesn’t look anything like the clothes of those on Caducus Primary. And, unless your character has recently made a trip to the planet of Zolan, probably not like anything they’ve ever seen either.]
Around the City, night
[Of course she should’ve been suspicious of free accommodations at a kriffing luxury hotel -- nothing that nice ever comes without a catch. The catch comes after she’s turned out the lights in the room and is preparing to go to bed. The only illumination comes from the faint light of the city still streaming in from one of the room’s many glass panes and it is by this light that Zam sees her reflection out of the corner of her eye. Or, a version of it. Because this reflection does not show Zam how she is, alive and healthy in one of the fanciest hotel rooms she’s ever been in; instead, it shows her lying in some filthy Coruscant alleyway, one arm severed below the elbow, expression still and dead.
She whirls around to face the reflection, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanishes as soon as she turns her gaze towards it. She stands, scarcely breathing as she stares at the pane of glass, heart pounding against her chest. She couldn’t have died like that, so pathetically and naively, put down by someone she had trusted, like a pawn that had worn out its usefulness. But she had, hadn’t she? She can remember it, no matter how much she tries to convince herself otherwise.
She’s barely even thinking when she lashes out at the glass, only aware of her own anger, at Jango, at herself, at this stupid place for making her see what she didn’t want to. The glass shatters and when Zam pulls her hand back, it’s bleeding, blood dripping onto the glass floor beneath her feet. She takes a few steadying breaths as she looks down at her wounded hand. ’Well,’ she thinks, sardonic even now, ’At least I know it’s not a prosthetic.
She leaves the hotel quietly, set on finding her way to the “Moira” the captain had mentioned. You might see her walking through the city at night, bleeding hand held protectively against her chest. As far as she’s concerned, it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t find the shipyard where the Moira is docked -- there’s no way she’s going back to that hotel.]
Medbay and Moro Deck
[She does eventually find her way back to the Moira, and her first stop is the medbay to take care of her wounded hand. If asked about how it happened, she’ll say it was an accident -- though given the fact that the damage is exclusively to her fist and that there are actually tiny pieces of glass embedded in her skin from hitting it so hard, that seems unlikely. Whatever. Not like she thinks the medics will believe her about deathly visions in a hotel anyways.
After getting her hand taken care of, she makes her way to her quarters on Moro Deck. The plan is to go directly to her room and sleep off the crazy, painful day she’s had, but as she passes the rooms of her new crewmates, a morbid curiosity gets the better of her. She stops by a couple of rooms, easing the door open and peering inside. She glances at the faces of each of the sleepers. Are they dead like she is? And, more importantly, are there any among them that she recognizes?
If you happen to wake up and see someone peering at you from the doorway in the dark, well, sorry. At least whoever it is looks human -- if you ignore the fact that her pupils reflect what little light there is in the room like a cat’s. That’s definitely not a human thing for eyes to do.]
ooc: handwaved interactions
Around the city, daytime
[While David wouldn't say he was completely acclimated, he would say that he was quite close. The only thing holding him back was that he hadn't decided what he wanted to do here. On the Moira, in general, he just wasn't sure what he was doing. What his purpose might be. He had no desire to go home, and he still had questions that needed answered. So he stays. For now.
He grasps their shoulders, steadying them.]
That was my fault. I wasn't paying attention.
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Don’t worry about it, [she mutters, clearly caught off-guard. It’s then that she notices that one of the hands on her shoulders has a MID attached.]
Oh! You’re another one of crew. [She lifts her hand to show her own MID.] Did you also come through the… [Lost in thought as she had been, she’s already forgotten the name of the device that had brought her here.] Ingrid?
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You are one of the Moira?
[David hasn't seen her before, he would remember her unless there was something faulty with his core memory processor, and regularly run diagnostics haven't revealed that. So it leads him to the understanding that she must be new, or had hidden herself away quite well.
He purposefully leaves his hands where they are.]
The Ingress, yes. But my arrival was over a month ago. Did you just come through?
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Just a couple of hours ago, actually. [She cocks her head as she regards her new crewmate.] So they did the same thing with you? Pulled you out of that thing and then just offered you a job, no questions asked?
[Seriously, what kind of shady, pirate operation are they running here? Not that Zam is a stranger to shady, pirate operations, but some details would be nice.]
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I came out on the ship, the Moira, and they offered me a work contract then. It's not the same this time, but only in the regard that you came out through this planet's Ingress and they offered you work.
[Similar reasoning, he imagined, that the captain's had for their decision to do this. ]
I believe they mean to increase the crew. So when not enough come out on the ship, they'll search for more on-planet. I could be incorrect.
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city, night
In this city? She's being totally ignored. Actually, people are being nice. And Tali's never been one to mistrust kindness, so she's more than happy with this planet. Everything about it is gorgeous, there are no jungles, no giant worms, nothing's trying to kill her... Look, that's a novelty.
So right up until she notices the...human? She doesn't assume that much anymore...woman walking past her, Tali's pretty happy with all the aimless wandering around she's been doing on her downtime. But first it's the clothes that stand out - then the bleeding - and then the unmistakeable MID on her arm, and that's what pushes her from just considering saying something to actually hurrying over to catch her attention.] Hey - hey, what happened? Do you need any help?
[She's wearing a uniform of the Moira...and also an almost completely opaque face-mask, so she's maybe not exactly the most comforting sort of sight.]
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I… I’m looking for the Moira. [It’s then that she notices the woman’s uniform. It looks a lot like the one the crewman had worn when they had greeted her with the captain outside the Ingress. Huh. Lucky break.]
They have a medbay on-board right? [Her wounded hand goes back to her chest.] There was a little… accident at the hotel I was staying at.
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A little accident. [That's the voice of someone who is drily sceptical, but not going to say anything about it right now. Maybe later.] There's a medbay on the Moira, don't worry. And...I think I can find it again, I was keeping track...
[She looks around...and realises a little belatedly that finding your way around a spaceship and finding your way around a city? Totally different.] Hmm.
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She waits a few moments for the other woman to provide a direction, but it soon becomes clear she isn’t sure where the ship is either.]
We should be looking for a docking bay. [Her eyes sweep over their surroundings and a note of irritation enters her voice.] Which would probably be easier if all these buildings didn’t look the same. [And if it wasn’t night time. Clawdites have pretty fair night vision, but darkness certainly doesn’t make the search any easier.]
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This might sound stupid, but I didn't think it would look so different at night.
[She grew up in space. Sometimes the stupidest things about planets just don't occur to her automatically yet. Like the dramatic transformation a city like this can go through so quickly - the darkness cut through with bright lights of every conceivable colour, glass glittering from so many surfaces.]
I guess we could ask someone here for directions. They've been pretty friendly so far here... I mean, really friendly. I've never had natives be so nice to me before. [She nearly mumbles that last, and the mic on her mask only just picks it up at all. It's true, though - deserved or not (usually not), she doesn't tend to attract the most welcoming attitude.]
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oh my god this is late i'm sorry!
no prob, it happens!
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Moro Deck
So Metabee was still awake, sitting in on one of the upper bunks, when the door opened. In the dark his glowing green eyes stood out like lamps, narrowing with annoyance at the interruption.]
Hey! Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?
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Oh. They have droids in the afterlife. Well, why not since they apparently also have starships and luxury hotels?
[She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.]
Maybe you should have just listened harder.
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[His eyes narrowed, and there was some dangerous swaying from the hanging bed as he crawled to the edge.]
What the heck is a droid? Don't you people know a medabot when you see one?
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[Why is the droid even in a bed? Droids don’t need sleep.]
Droid. Automaton. Robot. Unless you’ve got some fleshy bits hiding under all that metal, that’s what you are.
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I'm a Medabot, not some kinda cyborg. [Gross.] Do they not have medabots on your planet?
[ It is clear he thinks any planet lacking medabots can't possibly be any good.]
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Arrival;
The only bad thing is that it made him a perfect tripping point for whoever was about to exit the ship behind him. Sorry, Zam, enjoy flipping over a stranger.]
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She quickly props herself up on her hands, head whipping back to see what she’s just tripped over. The second she realizes that the stumbling block had actually been a human, her appearance quickly changes to something less conspicuous -- namely, another human. Eric still might catch a flash of a reptilian, skull-like face when he looks at her, though only for a fraction of a second.]
Hey! Are you trying to break someone’s neck out here? [She picks herself up off the ground and dusts off her armor.] I’ve already died once in the past 24 hours, thank you very much.
[Joke. That’s a joke.]
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Ah, my apologies. I wasn't making some attempt at murder, I promise you. [Mostly because if he'd been trying he probably wouldn't have used his physical body.
His face switches quickly, between sheepish to straight up confusion.] You died? I apologise... I don't quite understand.
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Did you come out of that thing too? [“That thing” being the Ingress.]
Do you remember anything from before you showed up here?
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ready to wrap up?
Daytime
There was something about this place too that, despite it’s nearly unsettling cleanliness, and pristine values, reminded Ratchet of Meridian City. It had been so long since he’d been in a city like this, with buildings almost taller than you could see...he hadn’t realised how homesick he was. Which is probably why he doesn’t notice where he’s going until it’s too late.]
Geez, sorry, I...sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, I- [He pauses, mid-apology, a hand raised as if the gesture could keep her from stumbling. He looks at her face, at her armor, a look of realization spreading across his his own.] You’re part of the crew?
Re: Daytime
Yeah, I guess I am. [She raises her hand with the MID on it.] As of a couple of hours ago. [Not that she really knows what that entails. She had still been in a haze of “Am I dead or aren’t I?” when she had signed the contract. All she really knows is her job title of “Hold Workforce Officer” which just sounds like barrels of fun, insert sarcasm here.]
Do they normally contract people who just stumbled out of impossible portals, or am I just lucky?
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[He shrugs, giving her a questioning look.]
How 'lucky' you consider it...I guess that would depend on where you were coming from.
[In that regard at least, some people were luckier than others.]
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I’ll be honest, for a while there I thought I was dead. [She manages a short laugh.] But if this is the afterlife, someone needs to have a serious talk with the theologians back home.
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10 years later
heh, no prob!