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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
Niko Bellic
[He firmly believes that they could do this themselves, but at the same time it's probably better if they wash their hands of this as politically as possible. That's why a lot of people used to hire him to do their work. Niko rifles through his stuff in his room, pulling out a duffle bag of crystal looking items, last straggling objects from Cadacus Primary.]
[Offering these has a duel purpose, selfish in every foundation, he knows. It's most definitely not just for these whales- to be honest, in the long run he doubts saving the whales will do them any good and the actually space-faring hunters might cause them problems in the future for destroying their business. But to Niko, he still remembers when he got these items clear as day. A world of glass crashing down around him. A woman who decided to run back into a building after one last thing a victim of falling shards.]
[She had thrown her bag into the car Niko had been using to save people before she'd made that poor decision. He was going to get her out of there. Instead he just got this.]
[The only item he held onto was a picture in a frame- not her. Not someone he knew at all. But he jammed it into his own stuff and divided out the things like a hairbrush and money and some hair decorations. Some clothes. A couple of other mundane looking things, as if she'd just swept off a table or counter into the bag before running out.]
[He won't have to look at it anymore.]
I'm on my way out. [Niko warns whichever roommate is within earshot, grabs the smaller bag of objects, and exits into the hallway. He needs to find those mercenaries to drop off what he promised. Hopefully these men won't be what makes that girl's vision come true. It's something he's very worried about. But he doesn't want to see these whales killed for money. Not when they're people. The theme in his life has been persistant, and there's been no way out.]
[Still a handle on the bag he's carrying breaks, and he swears as the contents fall out. Sparking crystal on the floor, luckily not broken.] Shit! [He stops to pick the things up again.] These assholes better not fuck this shit up. [He mutters under his breath.]
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Helping him pick up his things won't repay that, but it is a courtesy.
Moving closer, he kneels down by Niko then, rather than trying to pick up the delicate crystal objects with his claws, instead projects his holomatter avatar, the purple-haired woman kneeling in front of him to help.]
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[Not many other people wanted to pay the mercs, but Niko had his reasons. Odd ones though they were.] I don't remember you being around here. [He says as he dumps a few of the things into the bag.]
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I'm usually larger. [The holoform nods over her shoulder at Cyclonus's actual self.]
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You make a very pretty lady.
[Just in case Cyclonus needed to know.]
So what do you think of this mercenary plan?
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Both his forms give a little shrug at the question. He's not actually especially concerned about the matter either way.]
It is a solution. More bloodshed than some options, less bloodshed than others.
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I used to be a mercenary. [He stands up with the bag, making sure nothing else fell out.] Among other things. I guess maybe I think of it as a legitimate job than other people.
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Hm, well it's certainly a legitimate job...
[There was once he would have had nothing but distaste for warriors who held loyalty to nothing but money, but that was when he was young, before he broke with Galvatron... Now is he so different from a mercenary? He joined the Lost Light because there was nothing left for him on Cybertron, fought with them not because he believed in their cause, but because it was his job and fighting is all he can do...
Sorry, Niko, have both a large robot and a handsome woman looking dour and broody.]
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[He says to the look on Cyclonus's face.]
Maybe not for everyone. But when you learn to fight and become good at it, but then learn what you are fighting for is bullshit, it is hard to walk away from that life.
[At least with money, he could support what he did believe in. Which isn't much anymore.]
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But as Niko talks, the holo's helping hands slow, and all of him stares quietly at the human, hands resting on his knees.]
...It is difficult to start over.
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Maybe for those it bothers, it will give them better conscience.
[Though now he has to give up some rare items, and he doesn't have much.]
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[Better that they pay them than the hunters buy their protection? But what if the whalers were to raise the payment and buy the mercenaries back? It hardly seemed the best of solutions...
But it's not his problem. He'll do his job and leave the ethical and logistical decisions to others.]
This is your payment then?