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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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This wasn't what he was expecting when he woke up in his strange pod bed. Certainly not what he was expecting when he'd run into Wesell earlier. The wonders never cease, apparently.
Kenobi gives no warning, but his cut is clean and as precise as a surgeon's, that lightsaber every bit an extension of his body by now. The arm he still grasps tightly drops away from the rest of Zam and the lightsaber deactivates almost immediately, too. No sense keeping that between them.
And now he waits... for punches or screams or whatever's bound to come next. ]
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Instead, Zam only has a fraction of a second to process the blade arcing through the air before it slices neatly through the circuits and steel of the arm. Zam’s other hand flies to her mouth to stop herself from crying out in pain. It hurts just as much as the first time, though it’s over much faster, the pain receptors severed along with the arm itself. Phantom pain lingers in the empty space where the arm had been, but the familiarity of the sensation is worse than the pain itself. Obi-Wan’s not completely wrong to anticipate physical retaliation, as Zam has to bite down instinctive, fight-or-flight panic from a body that, for a few seconds, thinks it’s on another planet entirely.
But the moment passes, and she’s left slumped on the chair, the pain already fading from the disconnected limb. She looks over at what remains of her arm, too frayed mentally to appreciate the Jedi’s handiwork past the fact that she isn’t harmed. She takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, internally grasping for words to make the situation somewhat more tolerable.
Of course she reaches for a joke, doing her best to feign an unimpressed tone.] Well… I’ve had worse. [The comedic quality is somewhat dampened by the fact that her voice shakes on the delivery, but Zam still feels it’s a damn good effort given what she just went through.]
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A shining endorsement if ever I've heard one.
[ Sorry to say, he won't be adding it to his list of accomplishments, and if given the choice, he probably won't be using Zam as a professional reference, either. As far as Obi-Wan's concerned, his cut-rate amputation services are officially no longer available.
What's left of the arm is deposited on the floor along with his lightsaber as he crouches in front of the chair. Reaching out, he grasps Zam's remaining arm, just below the shoulder, his steadying grip an accessory to his concerned gaze. ]
No more pain?
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[She glances over at the newly bare stump of her shoulder. A moment of focus and the patch of exposed scales is once again replaced by smooth human skin. She shifts in the chair slightly, adjusting to the new unsteady feeling of weightlessness on her right side.] This is going to take some getting used to. [A somewhat irritated sigh.] Again.
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[ But he remembers what it had been like for Anakin, who had lost his hand not long after Obi-Wan had taken Zam's arm. The adjustment period was shorter than expected, but not without its own frustrations for the young man. Because of this, empathy's not far out of his reach. ]
Now, if you don't mind... [ He gathers his lightsaber and gestures to the door with Zam's arm. ] I have a class to teach.
[ He can help out, but that doesn't mean he's going to suspend his sass now that the worst of it appears to be over. ]
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She rolls her eyes when he starts waving her out with the severed arm, but when she speaks, her tone is unruffled. In fact, she may even be amused.] A pleasure, as always.
[She’ll take the arm from him on her way out if he lets her -- he already cut it off, he doesn’t get to keep it.]