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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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Pretty recent past, but...okay.
[ He won't try to keep
AlphChurch from talking to him if the guy wants to try setting everything aside and. You know, talk to him. Even if he doesn't feel like he's getting the full truth out of that "totally over it" thing.But Wash doesn't get long to dwell on that as Church goes on, leaving him stiffening slightly as he stares at the other armoured figure. Forget it? Everything he's been told, just... forget it? He can't do that. He wants to know where he stands with the two, and he wants to know what happens in the future. Maybe then he can fix things when he gets to those points.
But even less can he forget what Tex accidentally triggered on him. The floods of memories and thoughts... Those, he wishes he could forget, especially as they get more vivid and more affecting of him in reality. ]
I don't think I can. It's all too important. I'd rather know than be oblivious as to why you two are so...weird around me.
[ Even if he hasn't technically met Church yet. Though he does have his memories, so it feels like he does know him on a really weird level. ]
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We're not weird, dude. We're just fuckin' pissed 'cause you killed us.
[ okay, nope. that's not positive progress, church. back it up.
he sighs as much as a robot without lungs can sigh and turns once again so he's facing wash. it's still weird talking to him like this. wash looks and sounds exactly like the wash he knows, but he's not; he's a completely different person from a completely different timeline, and taking out his anger on him is petty and childish.
even if he is petty and childish. that's beside the point. ]
Okay, no, you didn't actually kill us. If anything, I'm the one that killed us, so what happened wasn't your fault. [ a pause. ] Well, it was sort of your fault, but I still played a big part in the whole goddamned thing. You totally wouldn't have done shit without me.
[ this is going well. ]
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Unsure of what to say there, he's glad when Church turns around to face him, clearly about to say something else. And judging by the sigh, it'll be less harsh. Obviously, he's trying to hold himself back here, and while Wash is grateful, he's also still kind of confused as to why the guy is even talking to him in the first place if he's still that pissed. ]
...You're both awfully back and forth about this whole thing.
[ One minute it's his fault, the next it's not because technically he hasn't been there yet, then one of them is pissed at him, the next second they're not... It's confusing, and he already has a headache. ]
If it wasn't entirely my fault, why have you been blaming just me this whole time? --No, nevermind. Don't answer that. [ He shakes his head and glances away from Church for a moment. It's probably easier to keep all the blame on someone else for something like this. ] ...What really happened, anyway? I mean, was Maine really stealing all the AIs? And I... What, I was trying to stop him and somehow found you? That's what I gathered from Tex... And that I used an EMP and that's...how you both died.
[ It's still a lot to think about. Not just that he destroyed who knows how many of the fragments, but that Maine was doing things like that. Do things really go that wrong? He knows... He knows now that Freelancer isn't everything he thought it was, but from all the very small hints he's getting, things don't end well. It has him worried about what he's going to be going back to. Afraid, even. Not just for himself, but for all his friends too.
Wash shakes his head again, drawing himself back to the present moment, finally glancing back in Church's direction. ]
We both must have had reasons for what we did.
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because at the end of the day, no matter how much bullshit he spews, he likes wash. he never would've agreed to his plan with the emp if he didn't. and now he's reopened a giant can of worms that could possibly do him more harm than good.
great. perfect. but it's too late now. ]
All right. Okay. Look. Listen. [ his armor clinks as he shifts his weight and tightly folds his arms across his chest, curling his hands into fists against his biceps. ] What happened to Maine wasn't really his fault, no matter how much of a fucking murderous dick he was. Sigma fucked him up good. I was in the guy's head for like five seconds before you blew up the emp, and what I saw in there was way worse than any bullshit I saw while in yours.
But you, dude. You were the catalyst for Freelancer falling the fuck apart. The Meta might've sped shit up, but when you got stuck with Epsilon, everything spiraled out of control from there.
[ he takes a non-existent breath and tilts his head, his faceplate glinting. ]
What you did at Command? With the emp? With offing me and Tex? That was a giant fuck you to the Director, and I don't know if it worked, honestly, I wish I could tell you it did. But you had your reasons, and they weren't all bad ones.
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Maine... He got messed up by Sigma? So, it wasn't only headaches that he ended up with because of his AI. For a moment, Wash feels some amount of guilt, like he thinks that somehow if he'd pressed Maine for some more information about his side effects, maybe the situation could have been resolved. But he knows that's ridiculous.
The Director wouldn't have done anything. They were all basically experiments to him, after all.
Shaking his head again to clear it and to try to brush some of the shock off, he's still having some trouble swallowing the last bit of information that he's given. ]
Me? I end Freelancer, and...mostly on purpose?
[ He can't see himself having the guts to give the Director any kind of "fuck you", but to truly be the one to destroy the whole Project? That's especially hard to believe. Not that he doubts what Church is saying; he has no reason to do that. Besides, with the "insight" he's gotten since Epsilon's memories got dislodged, he knows the truth about Project Freelancer.
So maybe it's not as hard to believe as he thinks? ]
...That makes more sense, then. Knowing more of the details, I mean. I didn't know what happened to Maine, or to me that ended up with us against one another. And Tex didn't mention taking down Freelancer, either.
I guess maybe I should be glad to know I get some amount of revenge in the future. [ Though he's never really been one for revenge, exactly. But for everything the Project did and will do? He can see some possibility of seeking it out. ] I just hate to know that it destroys you and Tex and Maine.