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Time: 361 (high calendar)
Place: out-rift near Station Moongray

[GM's note: I know several characters/players are still resolving matters from Move 3. That's fine! You may continue posting to Move 3 to resolve those threads or shift threads over to Move 4 to reflect the changed state of affairs, whichever you feel more comfortable with. Ashari and the rest probably ought to settle the matter of who's going where.]

A few new things happen.

Presumably Sasha has some kind of alert set up on the virus. She notices that it's trying to wriggle its way out into the wider grid, specifically so it can listen in on conversations and send back recordings to its unknown master.

[Since the grid responds to voice address, it's a fair bet that some form of sensors are always active within the Wasp.]

Meanwhile, Kaliyan, who is monitoring Scan from the Wasp's cockpit/command center, gets an alert from the Wasp's automated functions. While the "welcome message" from Station Moongray is still droning on repeat, what looks like the research moth Butterfly Lens is starting to move in the Wasp's direction.

What's more, a basic query of Scan will reveal that a second spacecraft has come out from the Scan shadow of a large nearby planetoid, and is also converging on the Wasp's location. While this second spacecraft isn't making any (more) effort to hide itself, any check on Scan will reveal that, unlike the Butterfly Lens, this second moth has some armaments. It's not a full-fledged warship--and it's almost certainly not Kel, since the Kel avoid traveling alone if they can help it--but it's probably intended for local defense.

[EDITED TO ADD: Sorry, I glitched and forgot]
If Yehan gets a good luck at the second ship on visuals, she'll notice with some surprise that it looks like a ship out of the past--there are markings on it that look Naxorian, but weirdly distorted, like it's from another dialect or related symbology.
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For a second, Kaliyan thinks she has conjured an extra spacecraft by staring at the monitor for too long, and she has to blinks twice to make sure it's actually there.

"Boss. Scan's picked up a new ship. Looks like Butterfly had an armed friend playing hide-and-seek.”

“Both ships are moving to intercept. We need to speed up, else we'll be within firing ran-”
Sasha's voice interrupts her mid-sentence. Kaliyan pauses for a second.

“We got guns heading our way and you want us to be both motionless and defenseless ?”

She takes a deep breath, and starts typing the command anyway, ready to jump if Ashari tells her to.
Edited Date: 2017-07-27 02:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] zuhrovet
Sasha copies the view on scan to her terminal.

[Whether she has time to analyze the markings on the Rosemallow ship will depend on how quickly Ashari reacts.]
slybrarian: The Incomparable Leonardo de Montreal, Nightmare's Angel (Nightmare Scientist)
From: [personal profile] slybrarian
Down in engineering, Alaric perks up as he hears what's going on through an open comm channel with the bridge. He's finished bolting together a false bulkhead to cover up the door leading from the main engine control room to the space containing a horrible space-twisting monstrosity.

"Are we shutting down?" he says into the comm, calling up some macros of his own. There is a large, red GO button. "No, wait, am I supposed to say something like 'bridge, engine room' first? Um. Over?"

Edited Date: 2017-07-28 01:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] smokedetective
Ashari closes their eyes for a second. "Is there anything we can do to get ready while we're faking the grid crash? We still haven't sent out a response message. Sasha, what exactly are you planning?"
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Ankat's voice echoes through the grid to Ashari

"Should I go ahead and prepare a reception party for any guests, sir? I can plan contingencies for either welcome or unwelcome ones. Or is there something else you would prefer for me to do?"

[Sorry for being out of contact for a while, didn't have anything to say for a few days then got caught up in some other work]
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"I'd appreciate it," says Ashari. "In the meantime, we should get a message to the local authorities up, once our grids go online again.

I'm afraid I'll have to leave this to those of you with more military training than me."

Despite the statement, Ashari hangs around, keeping close track of the proceedings.

[Sorry I haven't been very active, either. My summer semester is coming to a close and there's a lot of last minute stuff for it that's been piling up :')) ]
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Ankat queries the grid as he heads towards the airlock, paging those members of the crew not otherwise occupied with a message reading "We may have guests in the immediate term. Come to the airlock to throw a welcome party for any Nirai that want to come aboard. Iawa or Sulen, bring some snacks and a few whiskey glasses from the galley for the friendly customs inspectors? Istradez and Avrayen, I have party favors in case they're less friendly."

He's carrying several holstered handguns in harnesses slung over one shoulder, and a bag filled with sufficient ammunition to outfit a platoon. Or at least a platoon at half-strength, he thinks to himself. In one hand he's carrying a bottle of Scadrian whiskey from one of the crates in the cargo hold, on the working theory that any excessively nosy Nirai will be easily diverted with sufficient quantities of alcohol. Plus if we do end up in a gunfight, no need to go all the way to the galley to celebrate afterwards.

[paging Ashari re Iawa stuff]

Date: 2017-07-30 09:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vass
[[personal profile] smokedetective unless you have other ideas, I'm gonna assume that Iawa showed up at Ashari's office for the meeting at the same time as the events of Move 4 started, therefore Ashari wasn't there and has not yet spoken to Iawa about staying behind. Is that okay?

Iawa's doesn't know whether the private interview was going to be a scolding or a special mission or what, and has that "summoned to the principal's office but the principal wasn't there" feel.]

Iawa, sulking in his room, pulls himself to his feet when he hears the page. He tidies his clothes and ties up his back hair before hurrying to the galley for provisions. He isn't totally sure if Ankat's joking or not about the snacks and whiskey glasses, not being experienced with customs inspections.

But he grew up in the Palace of Glass district. Politely entertaining visitors is well within his wheelhouse. He adds a tea set to the tray with the snacks and glasses. The customs inspectors might take offense at being asked to drink on duty.

The tray he locates is surprisingly heavy and solid. It almost looks like a shield.

Re: [paging Ashari re Iawa stuff]

Date: 2017-08-04 04:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] smokedetective
[That's good with me! Sorry I forgot to answer. I'm gonna have Ashari rush in and quickly address it in the galley.

Also I'm gonna assume Ashari had some time to change appearances a bit.]

Ashari sweeps in, hair white and robes black and severe. They slow to a stop when they see Iawa and nod.

"Wonderful, you have everything," they say. "Ready to make tedious small talk with our guests?"

Re: [paging Ashari re Iawa stuff]

Date: 2017-08-06 11:28 am (UTC)
vass: Gold Iawa (OC from The Intolerable Clock) (Iawa (gold background))
From: [personal profile] vass
[No worries.]

Iawa steadies the tray against his chest. "Ready as I can be," he says. "Hopefully tedious small talk hasn't changed too much over the centuries."

Re: [paging Ashari re Iawa stuff]

Date: 2017-08-08 07:38 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] smokedetective
Ashari tilts their head. "Should be easier to stomach, too."
pengwern: baby hound (very authentic fear)
From: [personal profile] pengwern
Ankat was giving him explosives! This was better than getting to put ashhawk emblazoned booties on Yisrain.

Ankat, giving explosives specifically to him and the scary ersatz kinsman.

Mikodez knows he was nothing special at the one training session that he attended. He runs down the list of other crew. Aside from Ashari, Kaliyan, and maybe Yehan in the cockpit, Alaric in engineering, Sasha wherever she is, that still leaves out one other - the scholarly, precise Virmad, with his Tlen-Gwa research. But that meant nothing. He could still be a Shuos agent, like everyone else on the moth. (At some point he really had to decide if the Shuos were capable of a plan as baroque as conjuring up a fake rebellion team of twelve separate identities, body-modding one of them, finding an antique moth, and faking complex natural phenomena, just for one second year cadet, and he was afraid of the answer might be.)

It will take a few moments for Mikodez to reread the precise wording in his message and to remember that ‘party favors’ might mean nothing special in Kel slang from Ankat’s time.

[Mikodez is kind of still stuck on the would-be-double agent shtick, thanks to my glacial rate of replies, so Sulen can decide on where they’re going after this?]
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"Well," Sulen says, "that answers my questions about what's going on. I can't see myself as a convincing Andan server, can you? But perhaps Iawa could use assistance carrying something. I'll see you in a minute."

But instead of immediately moving off, they lean in.

"I don't know what your game is," they say. "Maybe you're exactly what you seem to be. But I doubt it. I'm not an Inquisitor any more, so it isn't my business. But if you betray us, I will hunt you down. And if anything happens to Ashari because of you, you'll find out exactly what it's like to have all your secrets stripped from you."

They lean back. "Nothing personal. I'll be giving that speech to that guy who looks like your cousin and that technologically inclined foreigner, too."

(ง •̀o•́)ง

Date: 2017-08-01 06:04 am (UTC)
pengwern: baby hound (very authentic fear)
From: [personal profile] pengwern
Mikodez says, very flat, “Try anything with my cousin and I’ll show you nothing personal on a pyre fit for Kel.”

He spends the next three seconds wishing for a door to slam like a teenager while he figures out why he’s this touchy over someone he avoided talking to all trip. But since he’s started, he might as well dig himself in some more. “You and Ashari both,” he says, dredging up his sister’s impressions of her first girlfriend’s parents.

[Have a good trip!]

Edited Date: 2017-08-01 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pengwern
[Sorry, I nearly forgot -- one question each to talifabian and yhlee: Can I assume that Ankat wrote Imsayed, Istradez's alias in this message? Or if you did mean Istradez, that's fine too.
And do names get repeated in the Vauhan family (ie is there any plausible deniability once Mikodez/Istradez sees the other's names?) I've been assuming that even homophones get avoided across generations, hence Mikodez's alias, but I probably...shouldn't....]
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"So that's a go?" asks Sasha. "We're shutting down, now? Or are we skipping the pseudo-crash and going straight to a clueless welcome message?"

She's toggling between the Rosemallow scan images and schematics for the Wasp's fire-suppression system. She hasn't got a pistol, but she knows sprinklers and spray foam in a confined space are terrifying.
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"Take two to four minutes down, come back up, dump thirty seconds of babble about the crash fix into a fake virus report. Look sad and smile at the Butterfly. We could add the cover story about where and when we came from, in our report. But the longer we dawdle, the less likely a crash sounds."

Sasha fidgets with the angle on her screens, and adds, "Prophet's Hat! Yehan, does that look like the Rosemallow logo to you?"

She dumps the relevant icon to Yehan's screen.

[Can we guess whether the Rosemallow ship is heptarchate-affiliated? Something like a band of calligraphy about the future prophet, or decorative 12340 12340, would be unsurprising if they've kept up their heretical ways.]
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Yehan's eyebrows shoot up. "It sure does look like that, doesn't it. Except..." She tries to zoom in, squints at the screen. "Something's off about this. It's not right for this time period, I don't think. Rosemallow House was destroyed sometime in the century before this one, and the markings aren't quite right. Besides, why would a heptarchate ship have a companion praising a heretical organization? I'm not so sure these two are affiliated."

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