Had all that gone too quickly, or taken too long? As Fiora steps off the Moira following a torrent of information, Medbay pokes-and-prods, and people speaking in the strangest accent she'd ever heard, she isn't sure how much time has passed at all. On one hand, it felt like she'd never get away from all those people who had ushered her out from the abyss and dumped the facts of her situation in her lap at once. But on the other hand, hadn't it all gone down in a blink of an eye, considering what is (apparently) going on?
She doesn't know what anyone was talking about. Worlds, technology, spaceships - even the concept of "space" does not make sense to her, nor planets or "gas giants." She knows what a star is, but how is that relevant to this situation? To her, a star is one of those mysterious little pinpoints of light in the sky. The subject of poems and philosphical speculation, much like clouds, or what lied beyond the sea. It didn't mean anything else to her, and even if it did, it wouldn't help her understand this situation at all.
Of course, no one could guess Fiora's ignorance about these sci-fi concepts just looking at her: she's a 250+ pound walking cyborg girl, her body covered in chrome plating and her limbs divided into segments by hinges and ball joints. She may even look at home as she looks around the misty atmosphere of the planet the ship is docked at, completely at a loss of what to do with herself. She knows what she's supposed to be doing, of course, according to all those weird people... but it's not like that doesn't keep her from feeling completely lost.
As the minutes tick by, the more annoyed she starts to get. Yeah, what was with that mess of an explanation back on the ship? That didn't explain a bloody thing! How is any of this even possible? They've got to just send her back. No, they're going to. Shulk needs her, everyone needs her, they're in the middle of a war.
As necessity emboldens her, she works up the courage to start voluntary initiating conversations with some of the strangers. Hanging around the Moira's dock, she approaches anyone who looks to be lagging or not busy in her search for information.
"Excuse me!" she says. If it earns her some startled looks, she doesn't care. "Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on here? Where am I, really?"
Some ignore her and go along their way, but hopefully some will not.
ii. harvest
With her efforts to figure everything out having gone nowhere, Fiora manages to linger on the temporaries stubbornly for a few hours before finally agreeing to help one of the locals - or people she presumes are locals - catch some of these huge creatures she keeps picking up on her radar systems. According to what she's been told, all she has to do is stay on the lookout and help with the kill and the slaughter afterwards. It's work that probably would have disgusted her in the past, but not so much anymore.
Or at least she tells that to herself as she's watching them wrangle the thing onto the deck, listening to it screech unhappily as it heads towards its demise. It seems a bit cruel now, considering how peacefully they were floating about before; at the same time, though, hadn't her and her friends harassed their share of the wildlife already back home? Probably far more than this lot would in this cloudy place. With that in mind, she's able to help take the thing down with her single long knife (where had the other one gone?) and help drag its pieces below deck afterwards, in quantities twice as heavy as most of the others.
It's when they're told what and how the desired part of this creature is supposed to be extracted from its corpse that Fiora starts to get a little worried.
"Noxious emissions?"she mutters aloud, intended as small talk to the strangers next to her, some of which she'd seen around that Moira ship. Then with more concern, she glances at someone beside her. "I didn't sign up for... noxious emissions. So it isn't safe, then?"
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Had all that gone too quickly, or taken too long? As Fiora steps off the Moira following a torrent of information, Medbay pokes-and-prods, and people speaking in the strangest accent she'd ever heard, she isn't sure how much time has passed at all. On one hand, it felt like she'd never get away from all those people who had ushered her out from the abyss and dumped the facts of her situation in her lap at once. But on the other hand, hadn't it all gone down in a blink of an eye, considering what is (apparently) going on?
She doesn't know what anyone was talking about. Worlds, technology, spaceships - even the concept of "space" does not make sense to her, nor planets or "gas giants." She knows what a star is, but how is that relevant to this situation? To her, a star is one of those mysterious little pinpoints of light in the sky. The subject of poems and philosphical speculation, much like clouds, or what lied beyond the sea. It didn't mean anything else to her, and even if it did, it wouldn't help her understand this situation at all.
Of course, no one could guess Fiora's ignorance about these sci-fi concepts just looking at her: she's a 250+ pound walking cyborg girl, her body covered in chrome plating and her limbs divided into segments by hinges and ball joints. She may even look at home as she looks around the misty atmosphere of the planet the ship is docked at, completely at a loss of what to do with herself. She knows what she's supposed to be doing, of course, according to all those weird people... but it's not like that doesn't keep her from feeling completely lost.
As the minutes tick by, the more annoyed she starts to get. Yeah, what was with that mess of an explanation back on the ship? That didn't explain a bloody thing! How is any of this even possible? They've got to just send her back. No, they're going to. Shulk needs her, everyone needs her, they're in the middle of a war.
As necessity emboldens her, she works up the courage to start voluntary initiating conversations with some of the strangers. Hanging around the Moira's dock, she approaches anyone who looks to be lagging or not busy in her search for information.
"Excuse me!" she says. If it earns her some startled looks, she doesn't care. "Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on here? Where am I, really?"
Some ignore her and go along their way, but hopefully some will not.
ii. harvest
With her efforts to figure everything out having gone nowhere, Fiora manages to linger on the temporaries stubbornly for a few hours before finally agreeing to help one of the locals - or people she presumes are locals - catch some of these huge creatures she keeps picking up on her radar systems. According to what she's been told, all she has to do is stay on the lookout and help with the kill and the slaughter afterwards. It's work that probably would have disgusted her in the past, but not so much anymore.
Or at least she tells that to herself as she's watching them wrangle the thing onto the deck, listening to it screech unhappily as it heads towards its demise. It seems a bit cruel now, considering how peacefully they were floating about before; at the same time, though, hadn't her and her friends harassed their share of the wildlife already back home? Probably far more than this lot would in this cloudy place. With that in mind, she's able to help take the thing down with her single long knife (where had the other one gone?) and help drag its pieces below deck afterwards, in quantities twice as heavy as most of the others.
It's when they're told what and how the desired part of this creature is supposed to be extracted from its corpse that Fiora starts to get a little worried.
"Noxious emissions?"she mutters aloud, intended as small talk to the strangers next to her, some of which she'd seen around that Moira ship. Then with more concern, she glances at someone beside her. "I didn't sign up for... noxious emissions. So it isn't safe, then?"