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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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[ It's a question asked with a hint of a smile. That sounds...really cute, and she hopes the whales enjoyed it. She looks up, trying to put a picture of what she assumes the scene might have looked like-- And though she doesn't know who the 'boy' is, she can paint a clear enough picture of Miller doing the same.
The creatures gives her a thought back, one of delight, and she grins. ]
I think they liked it a lot.
[ Because people bringing music and not weapons must be different to them, or else they would trust more. ]
Maybe it's their breeding ground. They look like whales so... Maybe a nest for their pods? Maybe that's what the hunters really want: a way to get to their smaller numbers, to kill them and take what they have inside of them.
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[His own mind goes to the song he played, an acoustic guitar that fills him both with extreme fondness, intense nostalgia, and deep contempt that he can never have lost years back. But when he played then, there was nothing but wonder. He hadn't cared until that moment, until monsters listened to the notes and swayed in the air.]
They do seem to travel in pods.
Honestly, though, my country used to thrive off the whaling industry- I'm Japanese. When I was young, it's what we had to live off of. Before technology leapt to the forefront.
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Deep breaths. It isn't as if she can hide what she can do forever. ]
I was hoping to be a bit more subtle.
[ It's said quietly, though she doesn't deny it. ]
They don't think like we do. Their thoughts are more like...images and emotions. But it's easier than trying to get the MID to translate everything. Faster, too.
[ Finally, she turns fully towards him, listening intently even if she's still being cautious. ]
I know whaling still happens where I'm from, even if there's a lot of push to stop it. But when it's your only livelihood... [ She gets it, she does. ] But if these hunters can get to this planet, they can get to others. They can look into other options.
If it's that important, then they should work on better reasons than 'we harvest drugs from them'.
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[And after having met some of the people on the ship, at least it's not terribly abnormal.]
It's a pretty piss poor reason, yeah.
Can't really say that killing people ever has a lot of good reasons. [Says the man who runs a merc business.] Some people walk onto the battlefield, ready to fight. Defend ideals, lives. Or just to be warriors against insurmountable odds. These... well, they're not exactly built to defend themselves. [Opposable thumbs make that a lot easier.] And they are people.
[As much as those Metal Gear shaped people on board the ship were.]