THE AURORA was once a sight to see. An impressive mining ship, home to many, it could travel across great interstellar distances while providing all the comforts necessary to those within. Its star-sailing days are over now, as it now is a terrible wreckage, with salvage and dangers for those who come near.
It’s also exactly where the new crew members just showed up. URSULA will be immediately sending the on-base crew towards the Aurora, while those who have just arrived have some time to explore. The Aurora, however, isn’t the safest place to be. There are some large creatures in the water, and they may not be friendly towards the crew…
Below is a timeline of events as they unfold, with some further information!
1000: THE AURORA
While the new crew may have arrived anywhere throughout the ship, many will have found themselves in the common rooms, surrounded by the comforts of those who once lived here. Those who choose to wander further may find many rooms throughout, often in varying states of decay. While there are smaller predators on the Aurora and the danger of a wrecked vessel, an unsettling peace pervades the crashed ship. For now, they are safe.
1030: THE BASE
At 10:30 in the morning, URSULA reaches out to all crew members with an urgent message:
”All crew members please report in immediately! Life signs detected on the Aurora! Please stop all other activities and begin rescue mission. Gather any supplies you need, use the vehicles and help any survivors you find. Devices are near the entrance to track life signals once you're on the Aurora. If they're safe, please remember we need to salvage what we can from the Aurora as well. The supplies will benefit any survivors as well.”
Get cracking, crew! Base and Biome have information on what kind of weapons and defenses your fellow crew have had.
1100: THE AURORA
Thanks to the transportation they had built, the base’s crew is able to arrive in record time. They can help seek out their new crew members, take the opportunity to explore more of the Aurora, or just sulk in the transporter. URSULA reminds everyone that salvaging is a key part of their mission, and they should gather what they can before returning to base.
1200: THE AURORA
The crew however only gets an hour to enjoy itself (?) in the wreckage. At noon, URSULA broadcasts to all present, new and old:
”Attention! Dire warning! Reaper Leviathans! According to what I've salvaged of my database, they're apex predators from the westernmost region of the ocean. One signal coming from the west, two others coming out of the Void from deep below the ship!”
The crew may try to evacuate, but it is probably better to prepare for battle or hiding instead. They won’t get enough time to get out of the way before…
1210: THE AURORA
The Reapers are here. Peering out one of the Aurora's entrances will reveal that they are already circling around the vessel, as if they realize something is inside. One even beaches, its entire, 160 foot body soaring through the air before slamming down into the water. It almost feels like a warning. A threat.
URSULA urges the crew to stay inside where it is safe, but if anyone does insist on charging forward, she advises them to split into teams and take on as many Reapers at once as possible to avoid any group being teamed-up on by multiple Leviathans.
NOTE: To fight a Reaper Leviathan, comment under the REAPER FIGHT THREAD comment below! We ask that you work in teams of two or three for the battle to keep threads organized and minimize the number of fight threads the mods will need to work through. Be mindful that these are extremely fierce, dangerous, fast, giant apex predators, and they are very likely to do damage against those who fight them! By tagging in, you are agreeing to put your characters at risk of injury from the Reapers. As URSULA advised, those who don't want to get hurt should hold back and wait.
1300: EVACUATION
Things are looking grim. While the crew's teams make a good fight of it, these Reapers are durable, and they just keep coming back for more. It seems they're on a mission, to stop the crew, no matter how battered they become.
That's when the bellowing starts. Coming from everywhere, a song like that of the cavalry that disorients the Reapers as a large pod of Reefbacks swim in. Several put themselves between the ship and the Reapers, allowing anyone on aboard to safely get into the transports and into the water.
Others begin to fight. The use the concentrated power of their songs to knock back attacks from the front, powerfully lashing their tentacles like whips to crack against the Reapers. In battle they're surprisingly agile, able to spin around in a moment's notice to alternate between confusing and attacking the Reapers.
But any crew members watching can see the toll it takes on the Reefbacks. One Reefback in particular chooses to guide the crew back to the base by swimming along aside them. Thick, dark blood trails in the water behind it but it beats off any curious smaller predators like Stalkers. But its shell is cracked, its 'face' smashed in, and it gets no further than the Kelp Forest before it settles into a dense patch of creepvines for a final rest. It sends out a final cry that somehow feels like a wish for the crew to keep going on to the base, away from the continuing battle.
The rest of the pod manages to drive the Reapers back, though they too have their casualties. Still, the Aurora and the crew are safe for now.
Perhaps that was their only wish.
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[Yeah, okay, Don's all for cold efficiency when it's necessary. It's not necessary now.]
Just because it defended us with its life doesn't mean it's okay to just take its body. We're not talking about a cow or something here; this is something smart enough to recognize we were in trouble and organize an attack. At the very least - pragmatically speaking, suppose that just makes the rest of them mad?
Personally, I'd rather analyze the living ones. [A beat, while he narrows his eyes to get his point across better:] Non-invasively.
Of course, of course. It's far more respectful to allow its body to be picked apart and become a biohazard in what looks like a neighbouring biome. My mistake. I was letting my desire for research get ahead of me.
[ The words were as biting and sarcastic as her tone was mild. The only hint in her tone was a slight tilt to the ends of the sentences, where the shape of her mouth, and its smirk, twisted the sound just enough.
It dropped when she spoke next, going back to her clipped, almost bored, efficiency. ]
Watching the others is definitely something that should be done, but perhaps not as immediately. Getting settled and making sure our areas are safe and our supplies full are more immediately important, for the time being.
[This sarcasm is disturbing. It reminds him of Raph, but the cold efficiency of how it's spoken is more Bishop than anything. This woman... is dangerous, in ways that Don is already beginning to perceive.
He doesn't have anywhere to get away from her. His main hope is that being in such a crowded transport will dissuade her from attacking anyone. Still, he becomes newly aware of the bo staff across his carapace.
Donatello does not allow his expression to show the extent of his fear and anger, instead dialing back the response:]
The death wasn't at our hands. Scavenging is something that this species probably expects and anticipates, if it has that kind of ability, so it's not going to become our fault. Taking the body apart would be something we could be blamed for.
[Redirecting time:] You're not wrong about us needing to secure supplies. Is there something you know about where we're going that would suggest there isn't enough? [That could at least be useful information.]
[ And nothing on the biohazard. Ah, blanking. The favourite tool of someone with no rebuttal.
Ah, well. She allowed herself to be redirected.] I don't. Considering how we arrived on a wreck and were rescued by a skeleton crew led by local wildlife, however, I don't want to take my chances with how well-stocked this place is. And, if it is well-stocked, I don't want to hazard a guess on how lastingly stocked it would be.
[ Her smile, when she gave it, was grim. This time, however, it was self-directed. ] Call me a pessimist if you like. I just want to be prepared.
[Don could argue that oceanic ecosystems at home are rapid at processing food-falls like something the size of a reefback, and so it's unlikely that the corpse will even stick around long enough to be a biohazard, but he doesn't because it's not worth arguing and because he might actually be wrong since this is an alien planet, who even knows how it works.
And okay, Don has to at least give the scary nurse credit for this insight. Pessimistic or not, it's a good approach.]
I'm pretty sure most of the wildlife here is edible, at least. Considering we have enough oxygen to breathe in the air and the main liquid on this planet is water, it suggests everything's carbon-based. If the crew's survived this long, it's the right chirality too. So then it's more a matter of supply than of source.
If these plants are anything like Earth's kelp, they'll grow fast, so they'll work as a primary food source. I'd work on some kind of cordoning system so that we have access to it but any local major predators don't. [It'd be bad to get jumped while trying to harvest breakfast, and Don won't have Leo to watch over his shoulder.]
[ She liked him more like this. Unfortunately, she guessed she wouldn't be able to seperate the heroism from the sense. Well, the world needed canon fodder all types. ]
Mm. That's something to keep in mind. From a swift glance, it looks like larger predators like the ones that attacked us aren't natural to this area. I'll back that up once we reach base, and see if any information agrees to such a quick assumption.
[ She was relatively sure nearby biomes would have decent information on them. ]
Hopefully, the works can just be hardy, and not nigh-indestructable.
[Don is good cannon fodder, don't worry is definitely not going to be easily dissuaded from the path of honour. However, he has made deals-with-devils when the situation required it, and just because someone is creepy doesn't mean she's necessarily a threat. He just... would rather err on the side of caution and consider her one for now.]
Even if they're only temporary predators, that doesn't mean those giant eel-like guys can't or won't expand their range, barring some kind of bad reaction to salinity changes or local flora around the base. It'd be worth it to try to figure out more.
Especially if they're this dangerous. [Considering that they almost took out trained warriors with strength that seemed to rival some of the members of the Ninja Tribunal... Don doesn't want to push their luck.]
Good point. I met a marine biologist when they attacked. It might be worthwhile asking him about that once we arrive. [ Hey, an expert was an expert. Even if it was for a different planet. They could cross-reference his knowledge with the records kept on the base. ]
Some contingencies for fighting them off would be worthwhile, too. But that can wait just now.
Do you mean that tall guy with the cool hat? I talked with him a bit before the eel monsters attacked us. [He'd seemed to know what he was talking about.] And I heard from a couple of others that there are people who've been here for months. They might know more about the native animals than we do.
[Don would hope so, anyway. What kind of people wouldn't question the world at least a little bit?]
[ That's what she was hoping! It was best to have an expert on hand; he could turn his mind to the creatures presented here. But for the time being, the ones who had been here for longer would be better. Don got a curt nod. ]
That's him. Impressive fighter, too. [ She wasn't going to deny that, not when he'd yelled at debris and sent it falling onto one of the monstrous fish. And that was just for starters. She gave a small chuckle. ] Quite some kiai he had.
[As scary as you are, lady, you seem to have a good judgment of fighters. Don won't let it slip that he happens to be one himself, though, if only because Jotaro has powers Don can only guess at.]
Even his kind of power wasn't enough to drive the creatures off entirely. We need something bigger, and meaner, if they decide to show up again.
Ideally, we can just scare them off. [Don doesn't want to devastate the local ecosystem.] But it'll take more than just smacking them around to do that.
Mm. I wonder what sort of vehicles they have here. An armed sub would be just the thing. [ She doubted they could get scared off too easily - apex predators didn't lie something getting into their territory. A non violent way would probably be drugging.
If we don't have one, I can probably build one. [Said with no small amount of determination. Don has built with literal garbage and he will do so again. Eventually.] Depends on what we have for weapons, though. If the ship was anything to go by, we're starting from scratch.
Nice to meet another scientist. [ Though not likely a like-minded one, and not just because he seemed to be a soft-heart. Machines were only Valentine's thing when they had to be. She prefered bio-mechanics. ]
I do think we might need to start from the beginning. Hopefully the oceans are mineral-rich, and URSULA is able to refine those into usable components.
[Honestly? Don could use some help on the biological side. He's not nearly as comfortable with genetics, though... he'd balk at genetic modification of people against their will. Which Valentine probably wouldn't at all.]
We'll find out pretty soon, and when we do we'll probably need any help we can get for supplies.
Guess I'll catch you around once we're back on this base? [Unlike Stockman, she's going to be living right next door. Don figures he'd better get used to the idea (and start sleeping with one eye metaphorically open).]
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Just because it defended us with its life doesn't mean it's okay to just take its body. We're not talking about a cow or something here; this is something smart enough to recognize we were in trouble and organize an attack. At the very least - pragmatically speaking, suppose that just makes the rest of them mad?
Personally, I'd rather analyze the living ones. [A beat, while he narrows his eyes to get his point across better:] Non-invasively.
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[ The words were as biting and sarcastic as her tone was mild. The only hint in her tone was a slight tilt to the ends of the sentences, where the shape of her mouth, and its smirk, twisted the sound just enough.
It dropped when she spoke next, going back to her clipped, almost bored, efficiency. ]
Watching the others is definitely something that should be done, but perhaps not as immediately. Getting settled and making sure our areas are safe and our supplies full are more immediately important, for the time being.
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He doesn't have anywhere to get away from her. His main hope is that being in such a crowded transport will dissuade her from attacking anyone. Still, he becomes newly aware of the bo staff across his carapace.
Donatello does not allow his expression to show the extent of his fear and anger, instead dialing back the response:]
The death wasn't at our hands. Scavenging is something that this species probably expects and anticipates, if it has that kind of ability, so it's not going to become our fault. Taking the body apart would be something we could be blamed for.
[Redirecting time:] You're not wrong about us needing to secure supplies. Is there something you know about where we're going that would suggest there isn't enough? [That could at least be useful information.]
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Ah, well. She allowed herself to be redirected.] I don't. Considering how we arrived on a wreck and were rescued by a skeleton crew led by local wildlife, however, I don't want to take my chances with how well-stocked this place is. And, if it is well-stocked, I don't want to hazard a guess on how lastingly stocked it would be.
[ Her smile, when she gave it, was grim. This time, however, it was self-directed. ] Call me a pessimist if you like. I just want to be prepared.
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and because he might actually be wrong since this is an alien planet, who even knows how it works.And okay, Don has to at least give the scary nurse credit for this insight. Pessimistic or not, it's a good approach.]
I'm pretty sure most of the wildlife here is edible, at least. Considering we have enough oxygen to breathe in the air and the main liquid on this planet is water, it suggests everything's carbon-based. If the crew's survived this long, it's the right chirality too. So then it's more a matter of supply than of source.
If these plants are anything like Earth's kelp, they'll grow fast, so they'll work as a primary food source. I'd work on some kind of cordoning system so that we have access to it but any local major predators don't. [It'd be bad to get jumped while trying to harvest breakfast, and Don won't have Leo to watch over his shoulder.]
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canon fodderall types. ]Mm. That's something to keep in mind. From a swift glance, it looks like larger predators like the ones that attacked us aren't natural to this area. I'll back that up once we reach base, and see if any information agrees to such a quick assumption.
[ She was relatively sure nearby biomes would have decent information on them. ]
Hopefully, the works can just be hardy, and not nigh-indestructable.
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is good cannon fodder, don't worryis definitely not going to be easily dissuaded from the path of honour. However, he has made deals-with-devils when the situation required it, and just because someone is creepy doesn't mean she's necessarily a threat. He just... would rather err on the side of caution and consider her one for now.]Even if they're only temporary predators, that doesn't mean those giant eel-like guys can't or won't expand their range, barring some kind of bad reaction to salinity changes or local flora around the base. It'd be worth it to try to figure out more.
Especially if they're this dangerous. [Considering that they almost took out trained warriors with strength that seemed to rival some of the members of the Ninja Tribunal... Don doesn't want to push their luck.]
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Some contingencies for fighting them off would be worthwhile, too. But that can wait just now.
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[Don would hope so, anyway. What kind of people wouldn't question the world at least a little bit?]
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That's him. Impressive fighter, too. [ She wasn't going to deny that, not when he'd yelled at debris and sent it falling onto one of the monstrous fish. And that was just for starters. She gave a small chuckle. ] Quite some kiai he had.
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Even his kind of power wasn't enough to drive the creatures off entirely. We need something bigger, and meaner, if they decide to show up again.
Ideally, we can just scare them off. [Don doesn't want to devastate the local ecosystem.] But it'll take more than just smacking them around to do that.
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Which... hey. She was good at. ]
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Eventually.] Depends on what we have for weapons, though. If the ship was anything to go by, we're starting from scratch.no subject
I do think we might need to start from the beginning. Hopefully the oceans are mineral-rich, and URSULA is able to refine those into usable components.
But who knows.
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Which Valentine probably wouldn't at all.]We'll find out pretty soon, and when we do we'll probably need any help we can get for supplies.
Guess I'll catch you around once we're back on this base? [Unlike Stockman, she's going to be living right next door. Don figures he'd better get used to the idea (and start sleeping with one eye metaphorically open).]
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[ She smirked, but then relented and gave a nod of her head. ]
We'll surely run into each other once or twice. I'll see you there.
[ And she turned to look back out over the ocean. ]