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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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[Someone like the Third Child. Another psychic.]
[But he's helping. That's a good sign. Miller gets up and backs away from them again, as much as he possibly can in a small space.] They've been after me for a little while. They want my arm and leg. They want metal that belongs to sentients more than anything.
[Or rather the generators that keep them running. He holds his upper right arm with his left hand, holding back an ache.] Thanks.
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Andrew widens the bubble while simultaneously pushing back the scraplets on either side to give them more room, waiting a moment to see if more come along so he can take care of them all at once. He instinctively points the camera at Miller when he speaks.]
Oh. Uh, you're welcome. [He knew the robots would definitely have a hard time but he didn't take into account people with metal limbs.] Are you trying to like, get anywhere...?
[His awkward way of offering to escort him to safety. It's not like he has much else to do.
and maybe he feels a little guilty for continuously acting like a massive prick lately]no subject
[Is he leaving the stick? No. Not at all. He's going to take his stupid excuse of a temporary weapon with him.]
It's just down that way. [He points in the direction of his barracks. Not that far. But they felt like a million mile distance away.] Come on. We can get out of the way of these things for a few minutes.
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[Tranq guns seem pretty cool to his teenage mind but it's the most useless weapon you can have around these things. The stick might actually be better.]
Yeah, okay. Just...give me a minute. I can get rid of most of them.
[With a wave of his free hand the scraplets behind them get tossed far down the hallway - of course the little safety bubble has been dropped but before the little metal annoyances can get any close Andrew is extending his hand and making a crushing gesture, like crushing a can--
--only in this case the can is all the scraplets in their way.
Andrew gestures awkwardly for Miller to go first - he's the one with metal limbs, so it's probably best if Andrew was able to keep an eye on him in case any scraplets tried to jump him.]
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How are you doing that? ...Well, I probably shouldn't ask that. It's remarkable anyway.
[And useful as hell at the moment.]
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No, it's fine. I just...think about it. It's kind of hard to explain. I don't know that much about like, how it works exactly.
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[But he's not about to at the moment. Not with those things eyeing him hungrily as a snack.]
[When he gets near his room, he looks over his shoulder up at Andrew.]
You want to get away from these things for a moment?
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[He isn't exactly considered normal back home even before he had his powers.]
Oh. I guess that's a good idea. They're getting kind of annoying now.
[Just to give them some breathing room, Andrew makes a sweeping gesture with his arm as a bunch of scraplets get swept far down the hall and away from them.]
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[As soon as her nose is satisfied she presses against his leg, being of more nervous nature than a lot of huskies.]
You want a beer? [He's stashed some in here. Good thing, too, because when the hell is he going to get out.]
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Uh, no thanks. I don't drink.
[Never had a good experience with alcohol. But he doesn't care if someone else does so long as their not piss drunk around him.]
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[He limps over towards the couch in the room, the stress more than any other factor making the amputated limbs ache.] Never expected a bunch of metal-eating shark-mouthed dog-rats in space. Shows me for being unprepared.
Going to have trouble getting her out later. [He nods towards the husky, who makes a sound like she's trying to say actual words, warbling as she looks between Andrew and Kaz.]
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Uh, if it helps I never even expected to be in space to begin with.
[He casts a glance to the door.]
...I could kill them all, if I got them in one place.
[But you know that's a big undertaking. There's so many of them.]