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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
Sorry this took me SO EFFING LONG to get to 6_9
Fortunately, a sense of pride in her work and a deeply ingrained sense of professionalism means that she heads down there anyway. She's about to give the huge Cybertronian an earful when some of the sensors on her limb enhancers start pitching a fit, drawing her attention.
Well. Between that, and Megatron looking as out of sorts as he does, she doesn't have to look at her screen to connect the dots here. She hurries over, shifting gears from annoyed to alarmed.
"I thought we already fixed that stupid thing!" She cries, summoning up her screen, finger tapping to start running some more in-depth diagnostics.
SALL GOOD
After heaving a plume of hot air from his vents, he breaks through the sensory haze and the pangs of pain to shoot an impatient look at the gem somewhere close to the floor.
"Apparently not," he growls through grit teeth.
"Hurry up and scan. It might be-", another twist of the distortion field makes him clench his hands into fists,"-opening a portal."
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"I am scanning, I don't know what you expect me to do!" Peridot snaps, panicked. "I can't go near that thing, it might rip me in half!"
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"Stabilize the bridge nodes!" the Cybertronian bellows beneath him. The threat of being ripped apart by the forces of Shockwave's Space Bridge had always been there, but now that it was happening, actually feeling the familiar waves of energy tear through his frame, there was the very real chance that he could die right then and there.
More than that, the distortion could very well rend apart the entire ship and warp it to the black hole the Bridge was connected to. He'll be damned if he ends up croaking because of some technical accident, and drag the rest of the Lost Light crewmates with him to boot.
Peridot is the engineer, she needs to figure something out!
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Yeah she’s an engineer, not a robot doctor or a physicist. This… This is beyond her.
And is it just her imagination, or is something moving from within the depths of that distortion…?
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The Cybertronian's massive frame tenses as a deep hum reverberates from his systems. His face is caught in that snarl as the distortion concentrates itself into a shrieking, glowing line. It sparks and twists violently before completely rending the spacetime in front of his chest armor. It begins to rip open, buffeting the ground with harsh gales of ice and snow.
With the edges of the portal growing wider, Peridot may be able to see a glimpse of the other side: pure white, glaciers, dark peaks, and a tumbling piece of debris that was headed right for them.
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