march event log

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: March 17th and on
Where: The Moira and Ceta; various locations
What: Communication, mercenaries, and scraplets
Warnings: Please label accordingly!

E V E N T

communicate & protect "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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Comments

its cool neither am i

[camouflage]

[there's not a single look of pity or guilt on john's face when kaz finally opens the door. he's carefully neutral, though he feels a ball of regret heavy in his chest. he eyes the state of the man before him, noting how his pant leg is empty. all he can think of is how the blond must feel, having had two legs again for only a month. luckily, the ship has the resources to make him whole again. or, well, it will after they pull through this recent attack.

he enters the room and makes his way over to the reason why he was called here in the first place. mama doesn't seem as skittish about being on the ship as she had when they first met, but she's still timid. luckily, she's used to john by now, and doesn't shy away from his petting.]

No problem. Know it's gotta be hard to take care of her right now when you have to look after yourself.

[warandpeace]

[The worst part is that he looks defeated. More so than he had before, when he had indignant contempt to drive him. More so when he could just hate Cipher, or the Skulls. He hates asking for help. And he has to again.]

[But he knows otherwise he'll run himself ragged, and he doesn't want to have to get rid of one of his attempts to move on by giving her off to someone else's care for good, not when she's obviously already attached herself.]

[Guilty or not, John's helping more than he knows.]

I'm working on it.

[It's only because he's already seen his prosthetics that Miller pulls up his pants leg once he's sat again. The cap and generator are shredded on one side, the leg above it bandage.] All it took was one. Those bastards were nasty.

[camouflage]

[big boss is quite intimate with miller's stubbornness. like his old CO, kaz is just as negligent when it comes to resting and healing. it's honestly no surprise that the blond would force himself out of bed to tend to mama's needs, even if he could call on several other people to take care of her instead.

he understands that it must wound kaz's pride to get john to come here. but at the same time, big boss is proud that the man reached out.

when kaz goes to settle down, john gives his friend a more throughout once over than the cursory one he had done at the door. it seems like the worst wound is on his leg, which boss runs his fingers over the damage.]

Luckily, the doctors here will be able to fix you up once the ship gets repaired. You'll be back on two feet before you know it. [it's not as grim as john imagined. he stands straight once more, looking slightly relieved.]

[warandpeace]

Yeah. At least there's that. [He lets the pants leg fall loose over it.]

Rinzler showed up and fought them off. Probably heard of him. Sort of has a reputation for violence, artificial person reprogrammed into... something... whatever he is now.

Starting to think I'm the only person that gives the guy half a chance. Guess that's why he showed up.

[It's probably untrue. There are obviously people who do, including the man that ended up showing up and helping Miller get to safety. Most importantly, there's a creepy way to how Rinzler moves, nothing but brutal killer. Slightly it reminds him of the Skulls at their smoothest, when they're not like shambling puppets pulled along by loose, aimless will around.]

[But Rinzler doesn't inspire much of a reaction anymore, not one that makes Miller's skin crawl and his hair prickle. If anything the man has his own unique sense of safety around him, a lack of judgement.]

[Mama just wags her tail whenever one of them looks at her. And though she starts out gluing herself near Miller, she oozes her way over to stand by Big Boss's legs. At least she's easy to walk, lacking the usual huskyish trait to want to run off at the slightest provocation. Kaz couldn't have handled her trying to pull a sled dog act the last couple of days.]

[camouflage]

I've heard of everyone. [though whether he keeps up with everyone is another story altogether. he has files for every person or creature that's part of the crew, but most of them are just for his own curiosity. there are only a few people that he's actually committed their names to memory.

rinzler isn't one of them, but maybe he should all the same. after all, this man had helped kaz out and whether he was altruistic or just repaying a debt, john appreciated it all the same.] And I'm glad he showed up. Surprised it wasn't Ahab.

[weren't those two like glue? or maybe they had a more strained relationship after the former medic had come to learn who he really was. either way, it's just an off-hand thought, not really accusatory.

he looks down to mama, pats her on the head as acknowledgement.]

Anyway, I think your dog is about ready to walk herself if I don't get to it.

[warandpeace]

He helped keep them off me. Got bit a little, even. A few people helped whenever I tried to go out before. But Rinzler just happened to be the one there when one of those things managed to grab me.

Ahab should be alright though.

[Mama is indeed eager, though, doing a little one leg to the other dance.]

[Miller huffs a small almost laugh at that, and looks up at Snake through his glasses.] I'm sure she appreciates it, too.

[camouflage]

As long as no one died, I'd call that mission success. [john just raises an eyebrow at mama's little display. at least she didn't pester john when she was excited about something, unlike a certain someone with glasses.

but that was a long time ago.]

She can show me appreciation by behaving. Are you coming along?