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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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"Perhaps. But it's different when you're responsible for them."
And while he was aware any authority he held over them wasn't as enforceable as it was on the Lost Light, he'd keep an eye on his old shipmates regardless.
"It gets worrisome when they act so reckless."
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But yeah, oh yeah. He could get that. Roman Bellic had been a neverending source of torment, and similarly it had been Niko's responsibility as family to take care of him. It got old, worrying.
"I don't mean as doubting, but genuine question. Why are they yours?"
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"I may not be on my ship, but I am still their Captain. It is my responsibility to lead them through this - or at least to keep them safe from whatever is lurking in this universe."
As much as Riptide and Sideswipe hated him, he would feel culpable if they didn't arrive to their homes, even if it wasn't necessarily the Lost Light.
"Our kind is scattered, Niko. The few of us that remain cannot afford to be split by feuds. I'm.. not sure how to explain the feeling further in human terms."
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"My home was ruined, too. Not so bad as yours. There were places to go, still. But you could tell everything was on its way to going bad in general. Most of my family died during the war. Some in terrible ways.
"The ones that are left, I'm very protective of. And here? I don't have any of them. So if your friends get in trouble I am happy to help keep them around for you. You can always count me in."
Niko was that sort of friend. The one that would hang with his friends no matter what they needed, even if what they needed was really dangerous. Or ill-advised (though he might tell them that it wasn't the best choice).
Megatron was no different. Even if his foot was big enough to make a comfortable seat.
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"Family. Such an odd concept," he says, finally.
"On Cybertron, there are very few of us who have... biological relations like humans do. Before the war, one may be part of a House, but it was rare. For most of us, we make this from the bonds we form during our lives."
He pauses. In dismissing that all organic life was hopelessly different from their own, he'd failed to see the ways they were similar. It was something he was learning more and more on this ship.
"I suppose that was a long-winded way of simply saying thank you."
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He paused at the thanks, gave Megatron a little thumbs up, but still considered what he'd been saying. The idea of not having parents was a distant idea, hard to consider, even when one of his had been a violent drunkard. His mother? She had made up for that monster, being a woman of beautiful soul.
Maybe she hadn't outweighed the old man's wrathful genes, but her kindness meant the world to him.
"That makes sense. Maybe is the only way I will ever have family again now."
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Perhaps it wasn't such a strange concept as much as he'd thought.
"I suppose you are wondering why I called you here", he says, finally, kneeling down to try and lessen the whole ominous towering robot effect. He is mindful of his companion resting on his boot.