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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
aurelia hammerlock / ota
"Sentient?!" Aurelia states, tone slightly unclear. She's still out on one of the temporaries, and one of the whales had got close enough for the MID to pick up on its language. Aurelia had stared in disbelief at what had popped up for a good few seconds.
She breaks into very dainty giggles. "Oh my goodness they were trying to--" she's not even particularly talking to anyone, more voicing her thoughts out loud. Maybe directed at someone if they happen to be close to her. She's clearly having a lot of trouble stopping the laughter. "--destroy the-- bloody hell! Oh, good lord. That's good. That's very good."
She wipes a tear.
"Ah," shakes her head. "Fuc-- oh, excuse me. Silly whales! Very silly."
b. feeding frenzy
Aurelia, of course, is probably the only one having fun. As usual, when killing things is involved.
She keeps only her sniper on her after cluing up to the scraplets enjoying metal - keeping as little of it on her as possible, and where there's a gathering of them...
"Incoming, darlings!" she shouts, cackling as she fires off her ice diadem. It seeks out and freezes a good amount of the scraplets before returning and Aurelia starts to pick them off from a distance. Not as elegant as she would like - Aurelia hates quickscoping, but it takes them out quickly and has a bonus of using up the disgusting autographed ammo she'd received in the mail.
One she misses, she casually kicks into the wall. She'd be having more fun if she weren't vaguely worried about the damage these things are doing to the ship.
That's a new feeling.
c. wildcard
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So of course he's a little startled when he catches wind of someone giggling at the whales' sorry plight.... But it doesn't take long for his surprise to mirror Aurelia's own amusement.
"With how this species has evolved, you'd think they were made to be victims," he turns to look out into the empty space of the planet.
"So? Wanna let a fellow crew member in on the joke? Sounds like a real riot."
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She rubs a hand over her face briefly, looking over at Prometheus.
"I was starting to get bored of this planet anyway. What a good twist! Makes my trophies from them all the more valuable, I'd say."
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"Trophies? Can't say I know what you can take from these things that could be considered a 'trophy.'" The smile remains on his face as he raises and eyebrow in question. He'd figured almost everyone on this ship was all for saving these whales. This was a certainly a welcomed change of pace!
"Well, you could figure out as much as soon as they mentioned that the only form of defence those things activated after they died," he shrugs. "But I guess with this revelation, it just means that people will be even more likely to try and 'save' them. Everyone needs to have that one good deed to get rid of the reputation that this ship has, right?"
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A pause.
"I mean, she doesn't exactly have a choice, but. Wanting good deeds is honestly only something I've seen poor people worry about."
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"A chunk? Really? How very bold of you! But judging by that comment about 'poor people', I'm guessing that your boldness has worked in your favour previously. Certainly can't fault you for that at all."
But that's a shame... She had gone on a hunt? It makes him feel a little useless, being unarmed like he is. Oh well, he'll be bitter about it another time.
"Who knows? It might become quite valuable, if popular opinion wins out. Or it ought to be, assuming anyone else ever cares about these disastrous examples of weak evolution."
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"By which I mean I'll be solving problems by shooting them. In the face."
Aurelia is officially Annoyed.
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"Isn't it? People will do anything to make themselves feel better. Even if it means concocting some fantastical story to justify their getting involved in things that really ought to be left alone."
Prometheus turns to face Aurelia properly.
"And that's a little excessive, isn't it?" He pauses, feigning thoughtfulness (that grin on his face makes to look more facetious than it really ought to be), "Or maybe not enough? So many of us seem so durable. It's probably best that you have an idea for how to handle those overachievers."
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Aurelia is nowhere near thinking she is a good person. She knows she is a megabitch who is going to rocket right on down to hell when she dies, and fully believes that you either go hard or go home.
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He grins. "So to who do I owe this pleasure? I was starting to worry that everyone aboard this forsaken hunk of steel were either poor souls trying to make amends for things they've done or bleeding hearts. It's nice to find someone who shares a similar view."
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That's a lie, she's not charmed.
"I'd ask the same, but frankly I don't care."
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"That's fine by me!" he rolls his shoulders, preparing to leave. "Just getting a feel for what sort of people are on this ship is good enough, don't you think? Haha~!"
"But hey! We'll be stuck on this ship for a while anyway. I'm sure opportunities will present themselves..." Is he talking about his name or an opportunity for her to shoot someone? Either way, he gives her a brief salute before he heads off. "I'm going to look forward to your brand of arbitration, officer."
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"I shan't find it too hard to be entertaining enough, darling. Do know that you can come to me if you need any problem solving."
Or, you know. Someone shot in the face.