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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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[Snake had to chuckle softly at Liquid's words. It seemed the blond still enjoyed beating the crap out of things even at this age. Whether, it be him or the real Big Boss or these metal monsters.]
How about we get out of here? Find someplace where it's metal free. The Gardens? [Surely, they wouldn't be followed there, right?]
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[He took a second to gesture at the 'carnage' on the ground before smashing another one with his fist. Of course he loved beating the crap out of things. And stabbing them, and shooting them, and otherwise being destructive. It was just how he was, wasn't it?
He had a lot of anger, and he needed a place to put it. Fighting worked.]
There's probably some metal there too, but might be enough less that your arm'll be okay. Wouldn't hurt. They'd probably want to stick around places with less... vegetation.
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[Venom was tired of being attacked by the Scraplets and wanted to give his arm some breathing room. Also he could feel the blood continuing to slowly bloom over his Moira uniform just around his elbow. Shit. Maybe the bite was worse than he thought?]
We'll go to the gardens then I'd better get checked at Med bay for this arm.
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[Pretty unlikely, but he learned not to ever dismiss things just for being unlikely. His life (and death) in general were pretty damn unlikely. Making sure they'd at least cleared enough to head out, he started forward.]
Just long enough to shake them off. That doesn't look so great.
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[Snake made his way down the many corridors of the Moira towards the gardens. Where else could they go to escape? Most places were made out of metal and the Scraplets would track them down easily. Venom looked back to see if Liquid was following him, as he stamped on a rogue Scraplet scurrying towards him on the floor.]
We'll make it.
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I know I'll make it, but I'm not the one running around with metal bits here.
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[Snake shot him a sly smirk and continued onwards. Lucky you, Liquid. You don't have any metal parts for the Scraplets to chew off. They made it to the Gardens just in time, as Snake slammed the door behind them.]
That should hold them off for a while.
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[He made sure to kick at any that might seem like they'd hinder their progress. So far, it easily could have been worse. Once they made it into the gardens, he turned to look at the door, arms crossed.]
Yeah, until they eat the door.
[Way to be optimistic, Liquid.]