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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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"I-- Yeah, no, I was...kind of rethinking the whole idea right after suggesting it, actually." He replies after a few moments, still staring at the avatar, transfixed. After what he'd heard from Tex about how he'd unleashed an EMP on her and
AlphaChurch in the future, destroying the both of them, he feels a bit more uncomfortable with the idea of using one. Even his low energy armour enhancement, which has a pretty small range."Don't worry, I think I'll let the idea go. --And I'd ask how you know my name, but I'm guessing you've at least looked through the manifest." Truth be told, he's a little uncomfortable with the thing hovering near his shoulder. It reminds him too much of... Well, of things he doesn't want to think about. But things that have been swirling around in his mind for a while now, after...an incident that weakened the wall he'd put certain memories behind. "You're probably right, though. I mean, you're obviously right. I just...wasn't so sure about how strong they are."
Or the best way to go about killing them. But with the suggestion of blunt force, he finds himself shrugging and getting closer to the wall, then lifting one leg up and kicking out, hard, at the wall. He can hear the satisfying sound of the little metal bugs crunching and breaking under his foot, and quickly pulls back to avoid letting the others still around get onto his armour.
"So-- Who are you, exactly? I haven't seen you around, and I had a feeling I already knew all the AIs onboard."
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There's a simulated sigh as a few more inner workings of the ship becomes exposed. Hopefully the little pests will forego eating the wiring for the security system in the area for a bit longer.
"The ship manifest was far too easy to acquire and set up to obtain updates for it regularly. Though it is a bit rude of me to not even give a designation before 'popping' up on you like this. I am BBX-8995-1 Black-Box, BB for short. I arrived while you were still in cryo so it's easily forgivable you didn't know of my magnificent self before now. Though, something seems to have troubled you since my appearance if the shift in your posture is any indication. That's of course an educated guess, considering that armor of yours masks your heart rate and oxygen intake from the environmental systems I normally use for such observations."
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Wash listens as the avatar goes on to speak more, and he gets the idea very strongly that this is definitely an AI--taking into consideration the name and the thirst for acquiring information over computer systems. ...He can remember what that's like--but he shouldn't! He's not an AI, he's a person! A person with an AI's memories, but still a person!
All the same, he has to remind himself of that silently as some memories wash over him, ones that he pushes to the side to focus on the now. The situation at hand, and the conversation he's having.
"Uh. No-- No, sorry, you're fine. I'm not troubled, you just surprised me is all," he lies, glancing at BB's avatar and offering a small, slightly forced smile. ...That can't even be seen thanks to his helmet. Clearing his throat quietly, he glances downward and starts stepping on scraplets that have decided to try to approach his armour, glad for an excuse to not look at BB. "It's nice to meet you. ...Do you not have a physical form like the other AIs on the ship?"
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BB is far from falling for such, the body language and tone of voice picked up by security feeds and fragment memories of his 'donor' telling him the truth of that statement.
'You're far from fine Agent Washington, and something about my presence is a catalyst for it. An interesting puzzle you present with your lack of aggression that most who have a distaste for AIs would have shown by now.'
"Heavens, what would I do with a body of all things? No, I'm quite happy remaining as what I am meant to be, pure data and intellect thank you, makes doing what I was made to do far easier this way then if I had to be confined by the limits of flesh or even steel. Not to be rude or anything, but you humans are a bottleneck to my processes as it is. Having to work at the decelerated rate at which you humans think and react would make my job far more complicated then it needs to be."
The theatrical shivering of his projection at the supposed horror at such is more showy than technically needed, but the more he comes off as a silly and harmless AI the easier it would be to figure out what about him is causing this tension. It would be his luck one of the actual flesh and bone of his unknown charges would be the one with adverse reactions to him. But, he was meant to help those who wear those suits, and he wasn't one to give up on a job.
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"It might be easier to be able to do physical things, too." He adds with a shrug--not that he's pushing for the AI to get some kind of body, he's just...trying to point out the perks. And okay, maybe seeing a body instead of an avatar would be less jarring for himself, but that's completely beside the point. ...Sort of. "But if you're happy the way you are, that's good."
Another weak, hidden smile, and Wash is looking back at the wall for some sign of anything he can crush with his feet. Anything that can distract him from the presence of the AI who, he's sure is great and perfectly helpful, but unfortunately makes him extremely uncomfortable. All he can think of are those moments on the table, the implantation process that caused him nothing but pain and... And messed with his head.
"It just surprises me that there's an AI here in its natural form, when all the others have bodies of some sort. ...But I guess you're not all the same, huh?"
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The lack of line of sight confirmation would have had BB tilting a head in curiosity, if he actually had one. Instead BB cuts the power to his avatar leaving him nothing more then a voice on the intercom system. He wouldn't attempt using the MID speaker just yet considering the preliminary observations were not showing if such would be taken better or worse just yet.
"From observation, most other AIs on this ship actually had physical shells of some sort prior to their arrival, judging by their lack of confusion at suddenly working in a medium that isn't data and coding. To each their own, and all that. I'm just fine being in the systems, much easier to keep on eye on everyone this way then having to physically look for them and all!"
It's likely a good thing he did remove his avatar as his 'voice' statics for a moment as the intercom system suffers a bit from the little pests in the walls. How embarrassing.
"Does this mode of communication work better for you Agent Washington?"
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As BB continues to speak, Wash keeps silent and starts moving down the hall, looking for more trouble spots filled with little scraplets. He's listening, for sure, and he's plenty aware of the lack of avatar with him now. The comments earn a few nods of understanding, though Wash now finds himself uncertain of where to look when he replies to just a voice.
"That makes sense. I don't think I'd change forms if I was ever offered the opportunity either, thinking about it." Which, he hadn't thought about it that way at first, but now that he has, he gets it a bit better. And it's not like you can miss something you never had, right? "And being directly in the systems would make doing...what you do easier."
The static over the intercom doesn't go unnoticed, and it makes Wash curse under his breath because he knows it's the little metal termites. Spotting another gathering of them up ahead, Wash picks up his pace a little, though his steps falter slightly at the next question BB asks.
"What? Uhm. Yeah, I guess." He answers, slightly distractedly, now paused in the hallway, halfway to the scraplets. "The uh. The avatar just kind of. Reminds me of something." Why he felt the need to explain that to an AI, he doesn't know, but in an effort to cover up his awkwardness, he starts walking again, beginning to step on any of the pests that are on the floor.