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driftfleet2018-07-13 10:41 pm
tough_love) wrote in driftfleet2018-07-13 10:41 pm
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Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13
[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]
I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.
[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]
Like creatures from home.
[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.
And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]
I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.
[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13
[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]
I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.
[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]
Like creatures from home.
[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.
And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]
I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.
[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]
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Although before he comments on the name thing, he has a much more important concern - ]
What do they eat?
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In it, that tiny little four-eyed menace is wandering the cargo hold and takes interest in one of the smaller free weights lying around- ostensibly for exercise, but seeing as how half the crew's well past using anything that light, who knows why they're still around. Looma's tiny friend has a theory of its own, and that theory is "food," seeing as how it wanders over to bite it, throw its head back, and just toss the whole thing into its mouth.
Looma's hand is in frame immediately, giving the four-legged garbage disposal a hard flick to the back of its armored head. It immediately spits out the not-food, but...can tiny alien ceratopsians cry? Because it kind of looks and sounds like this one's basically bawling its eyes out. Mostly at being deprived of something it was at least like, 35% certain was food. Which is usually more than enough reason to just wolf it down and see what happens.
Mercifully, the clip ends just a few seconds after the tiny sobfest begins, so Sam doesn't have to endure watching the full duration.]
Whatever they can fit in their mouths. And no, they do not grow out of it.
Ideally, they are mostly herbivorous, but they are omnivores by nature. And not very good at determining what not to eat.
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I'll tell Bucky not to leave anything he doesn't want chewed on laying around when he comes over.
...maybe I should ask how much they eat.
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And it is likely to eat more than anyone else aboard, myself included. I will look into procuring a separate food supply. Fortunately, this also means you have a use for any scraps or food waste left in the kitchen. The added variety should keep it satisfied, so long as it isn't that awful gel.
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You know, that actually sounds useful. I'm getting ready to start dinner, bring him over?
...and I'll raid the gardens next time I'm on the Iskaulit.
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Especially as this one appears to be much smaller than it should be. Even a young one should be twice this size.
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[Safe odds on one of those reasons being "Shut up" just for the hell of it, though. This is only the second piece of home she's come across since she's been here, and it's adorable.]
It is a war mount because it is faster than moving on foot. It is only as dangerous as its rider allows it to be. The only destruction it is capable of causing at the moment is whatever happens if some blind oaf trips over it.
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As long as it doesn't damage my stuff or work it can do what it wants. I just simply refuse to pick up after it.
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And you will find I will be very protective of this creature- it is only the second piece of home I have seen for years now.
[And really, Hux is a smart boy, he can probably pick up on the warning implied by that choice of words. He can dislike the little ziboson all he wants, she'll be fine with that. But if it ever turns into mistreating the creature, Looma will absolutely be retaliating with some mistreatment of her own.]
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[Hux heatedly shot back. The droid was something from home, so he understood the sentimental reasoning she had. He didn't want his droid being destroyed by the creature just as much as she didn't want it getting harmed.]
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I will not be confining it to a single room aboard this ship just to allow some tiny little toy to perform tasks that should be done by the crew.
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Are we done being petty? You're being sentimental and over protective and then trying to tear into my work to make your actions more important.
Droids are common back home. They were created to do many tasks to free us up to do more important work.
[On that note, he then ended the conversation. He was aware that she wouldn't understand his view on things, but he wasn't going to keep walking in circles either with the subject.]
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I- I have so many questions. But names- uh, how about Bitey?
[IT LOOKS BITEY. He's also concerned about her, after going into the mist, but he's not so stupid enough to show it. Instead, he'll mask his concern with a more congratulatory tone, talking about something Looma does like: violence.]
SO, you get to punch a lot of things in the mist?
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[Oh but huh strange noises coming out of the weird brick mama's holding, please hold Sokka while your tiny, four-legged competition for Looma's attention right now just shoves its whole head in frame to investigate. And then, well, also do the expected thing and try to see if her network device is edible. Fortunately she's prepared for just that, and tosses it over to one of her opposite hands where it's safely out of reach- with the bonus side effect being Sokka doesn't have to deal with seeing what it must be like to be food.
The still-unnamed little Ziboson does whine for a bit and try to scamper across her lap to reach the network device anyway, but it gives up after just a few seconds of effort with an annoyed little huff. And as quickly as it came, it's gone- hopping off her and going right back to exploring the rest of the cargo hold, freeing Looma up to get back to the conversation with her It's Complicated]
Also- Bitey?
[She is not so worn down that she'll pass up giving you a hard time over that name, buddy]
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[He'll just offer her a way to rest without openly doing so.
And suddenly the Ziboson is right up in the camera, and Sokka leans back a little trying to smile- though it comes across more of a grimace than anything else. ]
I don't know, Looma- Bitey seems to work well. That or Munchy.
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[Because she may or may not be slightly lazy in storing his armor there when she's not working on it. If only because it means she didn't have to go out and find a proper rack for it to keep it stashed away in her own quarters, then never use again]
...I will consider the last one. Somewhat. "Munch" may be more appropriate- Munchy seems too friendly for a ziboson.
[Nevermind they are absolutely giant adorable idiots even when fully grown. Sure they can trample people and smash through just about anything, but they're also big happy doofuses who eat a lot and are pretty content to just laze about all day if allowed.]
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[He's mostly joking, though this HAS piqued his curiosity of what she's hiding there. ]
Munch sounds like a fair compromise. And I'm guessing they're like everything else on your home planet and want to kill you.
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Hardly. We use them as war mounts. Or for transport. Fully grown, they are large enough most predators will not chance attacking one unless it is completely isolated.
[And it says a lot about the sort of ecosystem Looma's used to when most of the meat-eating members of the local fauna have learned that the same can't be said for vehicles. Sure they're big, but the things hiding in them aren't. And a car can't fight back.]
Everyone here seems to be large enough that they are in no danger of being mistaken for food. So long as they don't try to stop it if it charges, or allow it to sit on them, it is largely harmless.
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Ohhhhhh, okay that makes way more sense. Congrats on getting him, then.
[He lets out a little chuckle. ]
I'm pretty sure no one will be trying to stop him if he charges, Looma. They'd be running for the hills.
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All the same, he's going to edge a little farther from the red skinned rhino/bear.]
You can try and keep me from going if you want. I'm heading planetside to go mist diving for about a week. As for names, I suggest calling it whatever name comes to mind until it reacts to something. Animals are much more likely to respond to a name that already has a sound they're interested in.
Maybe Cujo? Or Boris. It looks kind of like a Boris.
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Its top priority right now seems to be just walking after Mantis every time he tries to move away, staring up at the man expectantly. It's never really seen humans before, let alone anything resembling his outfit. What even is he???]
You can do as you please. Just know that there are risks. The locals are convinced the mists affect anyone exposed to them for too long, even with all precautions taken. I can't say they're wrong.
[And then the little noisemaker interrupts with that weird whining, nasally hooting again, still staring up at Mantis with that unsettlingly content expression plastered on its face.]
Ignore him. He is only after attention. Likely more food, as well. What is a Boris?
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I already bought one of their masks for the trip. Been a long time since I had any need for a new one.
[When he's a little more sure his hand isn't about to get bit off, he goes for solid pets. Nice bear/rhino/dog creature...]
Boris is just a name from back home. Sometimes it's given to men who are particularly strong. Does this species even do genders? I figured the treasures from the mist would be things like weapons or sentimental items. This is a whole animal.
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The pets don't help either, but at least it's not trying to latch onto Mantis' hand. Probably because even as small as it is now, the creature's head is sufficiently armored that it barely feels the contact, only knows there's a thing on its head and its making it hard to see. The most resistance it offers him is squirming and making annoyed bleating noises in protest, before pulling its head away and shaking the whole experience off.]
I would recommend you buy more than one, but I do not know if swapping between them would help. And I have no experience with anything similar to this mist to compare it to. It could prove to be little more than a waste of credits.
[With Mantis now largely devoid of any further mystery, the ziboson decides to take its leave of him, lest he get any more head petting ideas. And also because it'd been a long trip just getting back to the ship, and now that it was largely satisfied that it knew what all was around the cargo hold for the time being, it was time to nap. Which...is about as graceful an undertaking as anything else the creature's done so far. It just wandered over to a spot among the salvaged guns and sort of...just fell forward with a thud before rolling onto its side. It'd probably be out like a light in under a minute.]
Boris may be fitting, then. I will see if it takes. As for treasures... they may still be. Who knows? It's hardly as if anything about anything that has happened to us here has ever made sense.
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Mine seems to be very high quality, so I am hoping it will be enough for now. Depending on how it goes down there, it may well be a short trip.
[He takes a few steps forward and gestures to the ziboson.]
Whatever I find can't compare to a living creature. It never occurred to me to ask what kinds of native species of animal you might have on your home planet.
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[Part of her already suspects at least one idiot's tried going down there with one of those cheaper masks. She'll have to search around the network later to see if anyone admitted to as much.]
You may find one. I know I am not even the first to find something alive from home. It is also likely for the best you never asked. The ziboson is an exception to the rule- it is a large beast only likely to eat you by accident. Or out of curiosity. And you would need to be small.
Nearly everything else large enough to be dangerous would do so deliberately.
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[Then again, Looma isn't the type of person he would ever expect to admit when she's not feeling well or injured until things have gone from bad to worse.]
Ah! We have a country sort of like that where I come from. It's called Australia. Most of its indigenous wildlife is remarkably venomous or strong to such a degree that it is never a wise idea to venture far from designated safe zones. I've heard even the plants can hurt you.
Does your...animal get bigger than that?
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That is something I would rather not speak of. But exactly how often have you found me like this?
[Seriously, the fact Looma is willingly having a seat and trying to rest a bit is already a sign something weird has happened / is happening. Even literally coming back from death, she still had to have people regularly shouting at her to stop being up and about.]
Then all of Khoros could be considered the Tetramand equivalent of that. Though without any dangerous plant life.
[Or too much in the way of any native plant life, at least not in the area held by the Red Wind Kingdom.]
It should, but I believe something may be different about this one. It should be much larger.
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[He's honestly impressed with it, even if it does lend itself to the possibility of Looma being more injured than she lets on. Maybe it's an apex predator thing among different species. No one likes to admit they're not completely fine.]
I would love to see it, if just for a day. All this planet hopping reminds me of when I was still traveling across my own planet. None of my jobs were consistent enough to live in one place for long.
[He moves closer to Looma and leans his body over to observe the sleeping beast.]
You don't mean to say this is a runt? [It's huge, Looma.] Even the smallest of its species are fairly large.