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[ the video feed flickers onto the face of an older gentleman; unflattering low angle, poor lighting, eyebrows hanging heavy over his eyes and lips tightly pursed. he's wearing a nice, heavy coat over a hoodie and a t-shirt featuring a sick ass space shark, though much of the ensemble's coated in a fine yellowish dust. looks like it could use a wash.

not his main concern right now. ]

Really? [ one corner of his mouth quirks up, wry. ] Cast across time and drifting lost and alone amongst storms of raw negative energy, but you've got social networking. How very... human, I bet a human knocked this up. D'you call it Spacebook or something?

[ original dad joke, do not steal. no apology is forthcoming.

the camera swings round, losing sight of him for a second as he sets the device down on something solid. re-adjusts it until it's centered properly on his face, steady now. ]

Hel-lo, Avagi. I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I arrived on your quaint little space station only recently — not the worst I've encountered. Well done. Probably... well, possibly not even in the bottom ten, but I mourn for some of your equipment. Someone made off with two-thirds of your laboratory, you realize, and ohhh, the state of your computers...

[ briefly aims the camera up at one of the aforementioned storms. ] But I must say, the open-plan observation station is a bold design.

[ casually tossing topics out as he rapidly approaches the actual purpose of this broadcast. this time he points at the screen, seriously, ]

Has anyone established themselves as your de facto leader yet? I'd like to know who to ignore.

The rest of you, tell me about the Ingress as it was, and the planets you've visited. Any of them.

[ over and out. ]

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I could help you out with some of the historical information.

And I see that someone has already offered you some assistance.

[He considers if he should tell the man the truth about who is who. He probably should. But he'll see how he reacts to this first.]

Please do. What do you know?

[ he leans forward, eyes wide with curiosity. this post may have gotten away from him a bit, but the original intention was to gather all the info he could. ]

What would you like to know first? The history of the Moira or the history of the Ingress? The Moira was the ship a few of us first encountered, its faulty Ingress bringing us in from random locations. The Ingress itself was "invented" on a planetary system called Thisavrou. One we're very close to now. I did a lot of research on both.

I can make you a list of the planets I recall visiting, though while I was living on Kauto I didn't engage in any off-world missions. I was a little busy, unfortunately.

[He's eager to help out. The more information that can be shared, the better. And he's not even really offended by the man's blatant disregard for authority. He might have been were this his base? But, as it is, it's every man for himself and he'll work with whoever is capable and resourceful.]

[ he's just as eager to hear it. his expression's lit up — finally, some potential answers. ]

Ohhh, I like you.

I want to know all of it, whatever you've got. You can write it down if you like. Or start with the Moira, if talking's easier.

I can write something a little more helpful. It would make it easier to reference in the future, too.

Considering that you're being treated like a substitute teacher right now, I might as well try to make things easy on you. [He's not overtly giving it away, but there are certain cliches. Like pretending it's a birthday, or that two students are twins, or two people answering to the wrong name when they're called upon.]

[But he remembers what it was like to be a pest so he leaves it up to him to work out. He sends this attached as text.]

The Moira was an experimental ship constructed at the Midway Hub which used timeslip technology. The Moira was equipped with an experimental Ingress, and the original crew was research focused. A scientist named Ploiatos was behind most of the preliminary research and became corrupted by the Ingress's energy (presumably the storms). He became trapped in a room either by accident or design, and the rest of the crew vanished much as the crew of this facility did.

The ship was salvaged by two individuals who laid claim to it, and the ship's apparent AI (whether she was a physical manifestation or an extension of the ship itself was unclear to me) and they acted as our initial captains. Though they weren't experienced in any form of chain of command and subsequent disasters occurred from general lack of knowledge and experience.

Ploiatos was eventually freed and managed to crash the ship just as we reached the Midway Hub. While we thought the Midway Hub could provide us a route home, the Savrii had destroyed the facility to bury their research into the Ingress, which they saw as exclusively theirs. Sharing the knowledge and providing them with warnings was apparently beyond consideration.

[He might be a little bitter.]

Ask anything and I'll build from there.

Just to clarify, we helped crash the Moira with the decision to turn on the Ingress and travel through the timeslip.

You could call it a group effort of things going remarkably wrong.

Also don't forget the slaughter the Savrii unleashed on the Midway Hub residents. That's probably worth mentioning.

I was planning to, no worries. I wouldn't forget something like that.

And there's quite a bit more attached to Ploiatos. The different escapes, the abilities. But I figured it would be easier to explain a bit at a time.

Ploiatos is a subject all his own. [ Adrien would agree. ]

The crashing of the Moira at Midway ... just wanted to keep the record straight.

[ He still feels bad about that. ]

Ploiatos's tampering played the most pivotal role, I have no doubts about that.

[Rinzler had been right back then. They should have killed Ploiatos a lot sooner.]

No argument.

However, turning the damn thing on didn't help either.

[ Granted, they'd been between a rock and a hard place there but it had still been a complete disaster. ]

We didn't have a lot of choices at the time.

I wish we had just stopped at one of those planets and stayed there, occasionally. Made our own way with what we had. [They'd had plenty, at the time.]

Thank you.

[ this is a lot, but he's taking it all in. this bit about ploiatos is interesting, but: ]

'Timeslip technology'... could you elaborate?

[ that leapt out at him first, of course. ]

That would be better elaborated on by the Moira's engineers, I'd think. Ratchet was one of them. But without technicalities it was travel that distorted time and space to cover vast distances. The engine was immensely dangerous; a malfunction could create chain reactions strong enough to destroy planets.

Ratchet, by the way, is a slight man with yellow fur, large green ears, and triangular... ears?

[He's not sure those are ears.]

Should be hard to miss, given the standard population is human or what can pass as one.

Oh. Yes. I know who you're talking about.

[ if there's only one yellow, furry man on board. ]

Tell me more about Ploiatos, then. You said something about abilities...?

Ploiatos was once a crew member of the Moira, but was locked away in a room aboard the ship. He originally made an appearance before the new crew by attacking one of the captains. With physical contact he would drain victims of life and energy. One touch would render them unconscious and weak. The next encounter would kill them. Ploiatos's movements were regulated by observation: if someone was looking at him, he couldn't attack. The first time he was contained, he was led into a room and locked away.

Ploiatos managed to escape twice after, the second time resulting in the sabotage of the ship. We tried to kill him when it was obvious that the original crew member he had been was no longer salvageable, but by then it was too late. The damage was done.

...Er, quick question.

When you were looking at Ploiatos, he didn't happen to take on the appearance of solid stone statue, did he?

I'm afraid not, no.

I think that someone watching it just slowed it, rather than rendering it completely immobile. Stopped it from waging an attack you couldn't resist and allowed you to fight back.

Almost anyone touched by the negative aspects of the Ingress, this storm that surrounds the station, would go through this change.

Good.

[ er— ] Not the change, that's not good at all. Very not good, and very unusual...

[ but at least we're not dealing with some weeping angels nonsense. ]

How closely have any of you studied the storm?

I tried to look up information on it, but the intermediaries had tight control over what was in Savrii history books. Often I could read between the lines. If a warlike nomadic culture comes upon a planet capable of generating infinite resources, it's unlikely they would settle down with less than a month of conflict. Especially when that planet is utterly peaceful, at the surface.

Coercion and information control tactics. They had psychic abilities, but they didn't always have to use them. Hiding how the Ingress worked kept other people from knowing both how to create one and the dangers of creating one.

Journals were left by another Ingress developer. A Host that we met some time ago. She knew how to access worlds that were blends of two people entering an Ingress. But she couldn't fully control the energy, and it didn't work out. The journals should still be around. You might get more out of those.

One thing unusual about the Ingress itself, though. People called it 'living energy' though the Savrii general populous had never heard of it. From what I gathered, that's what truly controlled the Ingress...

Wait what's this about statues? Because if they exist, they could be a concern.

Things show up sometimes.

[ he's listening to this all very closely, committing it to memory, making a mental note to check for the journals later...

he's sidetracked by the question. ]

The statues?

A species commonly known as the Weeping Angels. Observed, they're simply solid statues, but unobserved... extremely dangerous and lightning-fast. Can displace a person in time with a single touch.

I could name you thousands of species that exist, and could be a concern. Best not to worry about it— but do let me know if you spot any inexplicable statues of angels about the station.

Also you may want to talk to Tony Stark.

Tony Stark again! He's really got you lot under this thumb, that one.

[ Adrian takes a moment to try to decide how he was supposed to respond to that.

Weighed a few options.

Went with letting the Doctor have the last say and disconnecting the communication. ]

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