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"The best way to protect something is to set it free."
Since the Moira has arrived on Ceta, things have been (mostly) quiet considering their usual stay on planets before it. The only cruelty about this one is the fact they hunt for both sport and gain, and the creatures of Ceta do not have a voice—or intelligence to defend themselves. However, as the crew of the ship will come to learn, this is an elaborate lie. With the previous problem of the MID malfunctioning, and causing a bit of a miscommunication fiasco, finally solved, it is apparent that whatever had been wrong with this technology had slowly begun to affect the crew prior to exploring Ceta. Only in subtle, unnoticed ways.
With everything beginning to run a little more smoothly, a shift in the air overtakes both the Moira and Ceta in the days following. ☄ A LESSON IN MID COMMUNICATION ( 03.17 - 03.22 )As the translator technology has recently been fixed, the crew will notice that their MID devices now come with an extra feature: a brief explanation of the extra capabilities of the translation technology. Each MID records all language that is spoken near it, stores information on phonetics and linguistics in order to keep each language as current as possible. In the event that an unknown language is encountered, all known languages are applied until the meanings of each sound or word are decoded. In some instances, it’s a long process, and in others, it spans the time of a few weeks.
There is a small addendum that states that no conversations are recorded and stored in their entirety in order to protect privacy.
Crew may ask themselves why this is there, but all they have to do is get close enough to one of the flying, whale-like creatures to find out. Communication is still not quite perfect, and this is where the translator technology needs the crew’s help. The more two beings interact using speech, the further the database will expand. Attempting communication might be futile at first, but eventually, the low peaceful songs filling the misty air of Ceta are broken with words: a cry for help When the creatures have come close to the temporaries before, it was not out of curiosity; it was an attempt to destroy them and save themselves. But remember, even if you want to help, these creatures are skittish around sudden light and it takes time for them to trust, time the Moira might not have. ☄ TRADE FOR RESOLUTION ( 03.22 - 03.25 )It’s common knowledge that this universe runs on a system of trade for either goods or services. If you can provide either of those to another, then you can have anything you want. This includes protection. The closest neighboring planet, like so many others, has a variety of groups that can be hired out to perform a number of duties. In an effort to offer the crew peaceful resolution for something that they’ve learned is discomfiting to many Moirans, the hunting and killing of innocent creatures on Ceta, the captains suggest something a little different this time.
Contact and an initial payment has been made to a team of soldiers to travel to Ceta to meet with the crew. Essentially, if enough valuable resources are offered to this group, they will do whatever is necessary to rid Ceta of the hunters and declare that Ceta is a protected planet. This means that they will protect these giant creatures from future harm as long as a yearly sum is delivered to them. The captains agree to continue payment as long as the rest of the crew can gather enough for the first year. ☄ FEEDING FRENZY ( 03.25 - 03.31 )With everything finally coming to a peaceful close, the Moira and the crew’s routine begin to return to normal. The process for leaving Ceta is spread ship-wide. However, as they leave Ceta’s atmosphere and enter space once more, some odd things appear to have flooded the ship. An infestation of scraplets have led to minor complications that soon start to escalate. Feeding exclusively on metal, they make a mangled mess of the ship's systems, causing them to glitch and stop working altogether as they chew their way through its internal workings. You may notice your door will no longer open or close, or maybe the temperature has gotten unusually warm. Is that a leak? How did that get there? Maybe you happen to be made of metal yourself, or have metallic prosthetics - "living" metal is actually preferred over the walls of the ship.
The infestation will start to threaten critical systems if left unchecked and will need to be taken care of as quickly as possible. It is the crew’s responsibility to band together and figure out a way to stop these scraplets from devouring the entirety of the ship and leaving them stranded or worse.
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thisavrou_log2016-03-17 09:28 pm
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This means he very nearly trips over the girl, managing to sort-of hop out of her way at the last moment, still staring in the direction he came from in case there are more of them who aren't keen on the smoldering heap of cracked scraplets he left around the corner.
She's vaguely familiar-looking, since Han has kind of a habit of hanging around her roommate. They're neighbors, after all.]
Are you--
[all right, he almost asks, but obviously is so that's a dumb question.]
What are you doing?
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Can't ya see good? I'm drawin'. It's graffiti, kinda. 'Cept I don't have any paint.
[She starts filling in the mouse, attention half on him and half on the wall.]
What are you doin'?
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There's things running around eating everything. The walls, the consoles. Probably punching holes in the engines.
[He's still looking over his shoulder a lot, just waiting. There are bound to be more of them, right? There were enough that this has to be a full infestation, not just some little pocket of trouble. At this rate his blaster's gonna overheat.]
I'm trying to keep them off anything important.
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[Which would be her only concern. Messing up the walls doesn't bother her too much since she barely understands how this vessel functions as is. The place looking a little worse for wear is an improvement in her eyes.]
Is anything here that important anyway? If they break the engine, maybe we'd get to stick around here longer.
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[The cosmetic damage doesn't worry him much. His ship hasn't looked good in decades, it's not a priority. Maybe it'd be a little more comfortable without that air of pragmatic austerity that makes it feel like a star destroyer. But there are other things at stake.]
You wanna be stranded in space? If they eat through the hull, even better.
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Then that's a lot more important than worryin' about engines. [She caps her marker and gives him her full attention.] They ain't gonna be stupid enough to take off with holes all over the place. Anyone with half a brain knows not to use a vehicle that'll get ya killed. That'll give us time to figure out where the hell they're takin' us.
[She thinks she's talking smart here. Staying closer to a planet seems a lot less frightening than being out in space with no way off the ship. At the mercy of their kidnappers.]
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[Because even if he's suspicious of the captains in general, he's not exactly eager to stick around on this stinkin' gas giant full of crying whales and people trying to murder them.
So far there's no sign of more scraplets, so he reluctantly holsters his blaster, though he doesn't really relax, still glancing in both directions from time to time.]
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[She sighs, swiping a finger through the marker on the wall and watching it smear beyond recognition.]
They didn't bring all of us on for no reason, no matter what shit they're tryin' to sell us. I'm not all keen on stickin' around and seein' what they got in store for us. Cause I could bet a lotta Cs it ain't going to be something pretty. Big organizations don't want a bunch of untrained zone-rats for workin'.
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[Aw, kid, don't ruin your creepy blue mouse thing. Han gives it a thoughtful look as he considers here words. The truth is he agrees about halfway. Probably there is some reason they're here, and putting his trust in the people in charge rubs him the wrong way, but letting the ship fall apart? That, he can't get behind. If they're ever going to get anywhere they need something bigger than the little transporters. Also, those transporters are as liable to get eaten as the rest.]
Not everyone is untrained. Me, I'd rather have a ship around to fly.
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You think you can drive this thing? Like, if ya got to the wheel, you think you can turn this thing around?
[She's perhaps making a few too many comparisons between the ship and a car, but the sentiment's the same. If there was a possiblity the kidnapped crew could take over, then that was a possibility she could be willing to bank on.]
What about the funny portal thing they got? Know anything about that?
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[For all he knows, maybe it isn't even broken. Though it seems like it must be, because you'd think a thing like that could be immensely more useful with its capabilities. He doesn't see how their predicament could be serving any goal. Nothing that couldn't be done better with more intentional use.]
Anyway, knowing how to fly it ain't the problem. You still gotta know where you're going.
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[She doesn't keep the disappointment off her face or out of her tone. No one had, as far as she could tell, unless some of the new crew was lying. She shouldn't expect Han to know, when Leia hadn't, but she's always a little hopeful for that moment someone says they've got the answer.]
And I still think somewhere that's not where the crew wants to go is good enough. Find someplace with some real ground and people who make sense. Maybe someplace we can catch some real static and find out what's what.
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[Which for now is the course they're on, probably. But he's not married to it. And for all that she's a kid, the kid makes a fair amount of sense.]
Don't get me wrong. I'm keeping an eye out for better ideas.
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[What he's saying isn't wrong and if she took some time to really think about it, she'd agree. But staying in one place, in a strange vessel, for so long is making her antsy just to think about. She's used to a wide expanse, not a finite area.]
Maybe your Leia will have better ideas.
[No offense Han, but Leia seems like the brains around here. Or at least she seems smarted than most people she's met so far.]
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[None taken. Leia is definitely the brains around here, Han is happy to admit that. Particularly if someone other than him is offhandedly referring to her as his Leia, that's bound to put him in better spirits.
He's easy.]
You're Bee, right?
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[She has to smile at just how obvious adults are. Leia had much of the same reaction when she'd asked the woman if Han counted as one of Leia's boys. Another reason the girl was still genuinely confused she didn't seen Han around in the room more often. Her Killjoys wouldn't have hesitated to invade each other's space all the time.]
That's what she's been callin' me. Guess you're gonna follow her lead on that.
[She offers him a hand, the same that has marker staining her fingertips.]
She didn't tell me your name. Just you were one of her boys.
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Yeah.
[If Bee is what she likes it works for him, and it doesn't make much sense to go for something different. Unnecessary confusion, there. He takes her hand to shake it, exactly as serious as she is, marker stains and all.]
Han Solo.
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I like it. Actually sounds like someone who knows what they're doin'.
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Well, I try.
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Try to have a good name?
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[Or seem like it, anyway.]
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Look, you keep an eye out, okay? Whatever those things are, I don't like 'em.
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I know how to handle myself. Ain't nothing gettin' me. Take the pretty pistol and worry about those engines, Han.
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He'd worry more but the things don't seem very interested in people, and she actually does seem like she knows how to handle herself. With a lazy approximation of a salute, he heads off down the corridor. ]