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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
u bet pal
Opening a crate, he takes out one of the shield generators he had picked up from Banner's lab: "We will be installing a few of these onto the planet's surface at set coordinates. The process is fairly simple, it just needs a little finesse to do properly."
He picks up the crate and begins to step onto the air-boat.
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"It's just heavy lifting! Alright, alright. How many? Why isn't Magnus helping, also?"
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But he's a changed person, and as such only pushes a device into Riptide's chest for him to hold with his stupid child hands.
"You will be deploying a grappling system onto the planet's surface to lock it into place at each location. "
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"Okay. Be careful with the scientific lingo there, I get confused easy."
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"Wait..."
A self burn is a good start to the mission. Riptide huffs and shakes his head, pouting.
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Megatron approaches the controls of the airboat, operating the controls and detaching them from the docking mechanism with his holoform.
"But I can walk you through the first deployment."
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"I'd assume it's just putting it on a co-ordinated position then pressing a button or something. Mostly because Brainstorm didn't build them." Which means they might actually be convenient to use.
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The boat begins to move to the first coordinates, wandering away from the busier temporaries and back into the misty peaks.
"There are a few more steps to make sure it's secure properly. Banner won't be here to repair and adjust the devices, so it's our job to ensure he won't need to."
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"Where are they going? On the ground, or some inconvenient mountain ledge?"
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"We'll be heading for the ground level. I'm sure you're quite familiar with it."
The ship begins to lower below the cloud layer as he takes his seat on deck.
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He won't stop unless Megatron makes him.
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He has learned, Riptide. He is improving his 'humorous banter' skills with Ultra Magnus' help.
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"I mean... not ha..."
im gonna skip ahead, lmk if this is alright!
"It's fine. I won't tell the others."
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The boat eventually makes it down to the surface with no incident. As Riptide predicted, the installation of the devices were fairly simple, and it wasn't long before they've scoured a small sector of the planet's surface. A few hours later, they're out of devices to install, and it looked like it was time to make it back to the temporaries as the sun fell over Ceta.
It was on the climb back through the clouds that something massive - even for them- begins to hover in the vicinity their boat. Megatron looks around him, perplexed but not too concerned. The fauna here were peaceful, it's not as if they had to worry about being attacked.
its awful i'll sue you
The presence bothers him, all the same.
"Are we being followed? Am I paranoid? Is there someone following us?"