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communicate & protect
"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
Lara Croft (ota)
[ Lara is entirely and completely unprepared for the absurd twist her life has taken of late. Honestly, the tiny motorized hoovers are one thing, but these... She's stopped counting and is half tempted just to upend the entire crate and see how many fall out, expect a part of her is worried that if she does, there won't be an end to them. Finally, she gets to the bottom and takes a step back, hands on her hips, to survey the somewhat alarmingly vast, colorful plush creatures. ]
Right. What am I meant to do with these.
[ As if on cue, a hundred plus tiny little motors revved up and a cacophony of high pitched voices rang out. ]
ME FURBY!! UH-OH!!
B. A Little More Conversation, A Little Less Action
[ This is more anthropology than archaeology, but still Lara is fascinated. The novelty of meeting an alien species still hasn't worn off and the revelation that they can be communicated with all the more so.
The problem, of course, is making contact. The creatures seem rather prone to avoiding the temporaries for the most part, not that one could really blame them, which meant leaving the temporaries was necessary. That's where things get a bit tricky. Lara stands at the edge of one now, bow and arrows slung over her back and her pickaxe on her hip, contemplating the floating island not far away. She could probably make that jump... ]
C.The Roomba Rescue Patrol
[ Miller had said she was good at using her surroundings to improvise, but she never quite imagined she'd be doing it this way. With 15 of her original 30 roombas left, she mounts 10 with the stripped down skeletons of the furbies and sets them loose. It works shockingly well as a diversionary tactic, the combination of the shrieking, squealing metal and the enhanced speed of the roombas sending the scraplets scrambling one second and buzzing after the contraption in hot pursuit the next. Lara is rarely far behind, axe in hand to pick off the stragglers. ]
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[BB is mostly being a downer because these things are eating the thing he needs intact at all cost. Even to the point of remaining a disembodied voice on the MID speakers then risk an avatar in case one of the scraplets eat the mechanism used to make said hologram.]
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So then we need to find a way to draw them out en masse. If you've ideas of what we can use as more attractive bait-- barring crew members...
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A coordinated effort is perhaps the most accurate and feasible chance of mitigating the infestation before we reach a critical point in system failures. Possibly having someone on hand who can spacewalk is also recommended in the event a corridor becomes breached.
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Give them to the murder child.
[These are toys right? Maybe it'll help that kid to calm down.]
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As what, an attempt to drive them to further violence?
[ She is not giving Chara over a hundred of these things, someone will probably die. ]
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[As far as he can tell, the future is really weird and talking toy creatures are just another part of it.]
They even make noises.
[He picks one up and shakes it gently by his ear, but flinches when it starts squawking.]
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I'm not sure every child loves every toy. [ She nods to the one he's holding. ] You're welcome to take that one, though.
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[He considers leaving it in Illya's room and seeing how the man takes it, but he suspects that will end with him with a black eye at best.]
Even if I am outside the intended audience.
[The furby itself keeps spouting unintelligible noises. Napoleon is going to be in for a surprise when it learns English.]
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[ Or ten. Because really, Lara doesn't know what to do with all of these and foisting them off on random strangers seems like a reasonable enough start. ]
I won't take it at all personally if you decide to regift it.
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I was already thinking about who to send it on to.
I do have someone in mind, but I want to be able to survive his reaction.
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I'm afraid you're on your own with that. At least the Ingress ought to bring you back in one piece if the worse should happen.
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[He's thinking about what kind of lie he could sell Illya because he's certain the man would know it's him if he just left it in his room one day.]
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[ Just throwing that out there. ]
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[Napoleon wouldn't have gotten to where he is if he let a little difficulty stop him. Then again, he wouldn't have been arrested and press-ganged into the CIA if he had.]
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[ That is, after all, how Lara ended up with these to begin with. ]
A.
Hieroglyphs that take a moment of looking at, but are quickly translated by the MID's thankfully-not-broken-anymore program. The text on it tells of a city called Shandora, and talks briefly about its history. From its foundation in the year 402, to its destruction in the year 702, and that that this enormous stone slab was to act as a tombstone for the city.
The hunk of rock is aged and damaged and covered in moss and roots and various other things that had grown on it over the years. Still, it doesn't take a trained eye to notice the map of the city's interior splayed out the stone's surface. There are parts of it that are unreadable, due to damage, but for the most part it's easily readable.
And there, standing in front of the massive tablet, is Robin. An eight year old girl, staring up at the giant rock before her, trying to take it all in. She isn't paying much attention to her surroundings, and is instead completely engrossed with taking in everything this stone has for her to take in.]
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It looks a bit Mesoamerican. [ She looks from the ruins to her MID and then the girl. ] Shandora... Do you know anything about it?
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Meso-what? [ She turns her head toward Lara and looks at the woman curiously.] I don't think we have that, when I'm from.
[ She pauses for a moment, looking back toward the tablet. It's such a fascinating find, Robin can't contain the sheer look of intrigue on her face.]
...I've never heard of Shandora, but the pictographs look familiar. It's from an ancient... [ She has to consciously stop herself from telling too much to this stranger.] Well, it's definitely from the same world as me.
Wherever it is - or was - it's a dangerous place to study. We probably shouldn't be reading this.
[ Not that she's going to stop, mind you. But it's only fair that she warn away the layman.]
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Really. Why do you say that?
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It wouldn't be fair not to warn her, though.]
You see up there, where it talks about the fall of Shandora? [ She gestures upward at a hieroglyph well above either of their heads.] The date given for that is 722 - almost 800 years ago. That's just a little before the Void Century ended. If you were to find the ruins that this tablet belongs to, it might have more information on that time period
[ That's right, Robin is from the early 1500s of her world.It hasn't quite occurred to her that she might be speaking to someone who might be studying her remains, we're they from the same universe.]
...you know about the Void Century, right? It's hard to tell what our homes might or might not have in common.
WOW THIS IS LATEi'm so sorry
It's not something I've come across in my studies, no, but our calendars might be entierly different. 722 was... Centuries ago in my world.
NO WORRIES
The Void Century is a period of one hundred years that has no historical records whatsoever.
[She glances back up at the stone tablet before them, an obvious contradiction.]
It doesn't take a genius to realize that the World Government destroyed every scrap of evidence they could find. Still, studying the Void Century, or trying to figure out why the government would do such a thing, is a crime punishable by death or worse. It's really not something we should be looking into.
[That being said: She's not going anywhere.]