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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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A slight groan of metal has him narrowing down the configuration once again as the sequence slowly starts to loophole to make the remaining hydraulic systems work despite safety protocols keeping them on lock down.
"I adopted the moniker BB for the benefit of the humans I was tasked with taking care of. The poor waifs need so much reassurance at times that I only do what I do for their safety, and if a cutesy nickname helps them feel more secured well who am I to discourage such. Though, I can completely see why such attempts by your compatriots would not work as well, considering your designation does not lend well to such attempts. Amusedly enough from the few interactions with your fellows I have had upon this ship, I can understand how they come about such attempts. They seem the sort to shorten names in a horrible affront to proper language skills."
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He glanced hopefully at the doors as they started responding to whatever BB was attempting, though it seemed like it would take more than that to get them open.
"Do the humans have reason to believe you would behave otherwise?"
I apologize for the TL'DR BB is spewing
That almost success has him using less finesse and more brute force this time and the doors slowly start to open with much protest. He was going to have to send several notes to make this area a priority when they had time to begin repairs.
"Myself personally, not for another six years. However, humanity has a fascinating dichotomy of Love and Fear in regards to their rapid advancements in technology and how reliant they become on such changes. There are literally decades worth of created fiction, manifestos, and philosophical debates in regards to what would happen when they create a machine that can think for itself and the consequences of such. Many humans have a subconscious fear through mass media that an 'unshackled' AI would decide its human creators were too inferior for it to serve them and attempt to destroy or rule them. Which, considering the vast differences in the various times and technological advancements our human crew members have experience with, it's just much easier to try and do all I can to appear harmless and nothing to fear in the event there are those on board who have a strong opinion on the fact I have free run of this ship's systems....Well as much as a free run as one can have when various aspects of this ship are inaccessible even to myself. It's truly a complex aspect of human culture that feeds on their psychological aspects of control and need for pushing the limits of what they are capable of."