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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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Shame the scraplets seem to be almost endless. Yata pauses when Elsa mentions that more of them are apt to show up, letting the tip of his staff fall to rest on the ground. ]
Yeah...
[ He frowns, weighing his options. He's not much of a strategist, but... ]
You don't think that'd be best, though? I mean...
[ He points to himself, and then gestures at Elsa. ]
It's not like they wanna eat either of us, and they can't handle your ice at all.
[ It's better than letting them eat the giant robots, in other words, even though the giant robots are technically at fault. ]
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Though, she's fairly certain there will still be plenty that others will still have to deal with, no matter if they take out a few waves of the things or not. ]
You have a point. I'd rather them come here than get into somewhere more important and harm the ship in a more dangerous way, or go after those on board who may appear as food to them...
[ She folds her arms for a moment, then nods her official agreement. ]
Very well. In that case, we can handle what's already in here, and however many more end up coming this way. It may be better to stay in one area, anyway. No doubt there are others fighting these in other areas of the ship.
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Which just one issue that suddenly occurs to Yata. ]
How do you think we'll find more of 'em, though?
[ True, they're everywhere - Yata has to smash a few more of them just to follow after Elsa - but the idea is to get rid of as many of them as possible. And while being made of flesh and therefore not snacks is to their advantage in one way... ]
Maybe we should wait a room with a lot of computers or something when we're done here?
wow this is so late, i'm so sorry!
[ Again, Elsa pauses and takes Yata's words into consideration. He's making another good point--the things may well be more interested in functioning electronics than just the metal of the walls and such. She hasn't exactly been observing the creatures, but considering the number of nonfunctioning doors she happened across on her way here... They did sort of seem to prefer electronics.
Nodding, she glances around for more of the scraplets, then looks back at Yata. ]
That might be a better idea, yes. All right, we'll clear this room out and then find a room with some running electronics. Does that sound good to you?
[ She gives him a questioning look before turning slowly and heading toward the pests that she spotted not too far off. It's good that he's offering up ideas too, because she doesn't have a particular interest in leading this...expedition? Or whatever one might call it. She'd much prefer they work together in all aspects, so this is good. ]
I hadn't thought of going somewhere else. But you're right, it does seem as though they'll be more likely to show up somewhere like that than more of them coming here.