THE GOTTALA XES THER

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WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Xes Ther of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore. Possible invasion of privacy.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[It translates roughly into the "storm lover", something you might pick up on if you're exposed to lower cant. And that's a fairly accurate description of this Gottala: the Xes Ther is smaller and swifter than your average city-ship, keeping never more than 374 individuals aboard. Its housing is clean but minimalistic, its gardens have no decorative value: only essential nutrients are grown. There is a heavier reliance on fishing upon this Gottala, and no sight of field-fed livestock that is common on others. No beef, no poultry, no pork.

Just fish.

And sprawls of laboratories.

Laboratories that connect like honeycombs: they octagon sprawl into each other, forming larger segments of the same structure. And in these labs? Storms are made. Or, more precisely: the effects of weather patterns are mimicked and induced. Xes Ther is a craftsman city-ship, and all of its members contribute to creating, controlling and selling weather-born energy.]

Comments

[hackeralastair]

"I haven't talked to him much," Alastair admitted as he kept pace, trying to keep from being last in the pack any more. "He seems to get that we're the people with the powers, though, and right now that's more important than where we came from or what we're doing. He just keeps asking for someone to protect him, he won't say how or why." He glanced over his shoulder at the spider on the wall. "The last couple days, though, I've gotten the feeling this is some kind of laboratory ship. Scientists and such. They probably don't have any defenses." Just like me, he kept to himself.

[incywincyhero]

"You sure picked up quick on the local lingo," Spider-Man observed, looking back the way they'd come. Funny how an underground passageway on another planet didn't look markedly different from anything he'd see back home.

[hackeralastair]

"Oh..." Alastair kept his eyes forward, lips twitching awkwardly. "...it's, uh. It's one my powers. One word from him and I can pick up his language."

As if on cue, the Tirisean leading them spoke up enthusiastically, pointing ahead. There were doors in the passage ahead, leading off to storage rooms that could be barricaded or locked. Alastair answered him in his own tongue and then took a moment to shake the cant out of his head. "Apparently we're heading into a storage area. I don't know what's down here but he seems to think this is a safe area."

[incywincyhero]

"Bet that's come in pretty handy, these past few days." Spidey's tone was admiring, but casual. Some imPorts might be startled by the range of powers their fellows display, but he wasn't one of them.

Spidey let the Tirisean lead the way into a room, then shut the door and looked around. "Sounds good enough for me. We should find a way to arm you two -- hopefully that one ape-thing I stopped was just a straggler, but we need to be prepared."

[hackeralastair]

"Yeah, it's about the only thing saving my ass right about now," Alastair sighed. Being able to communicate was more valuable than even he expected, for the last few days he had come to no longer take his otherwise useless power for granted.

The Tirisean seemed to want to say a few words of praise and thanks to his rescuers, but Alastair held up a hand to get him to shut up while he dealt with the matter at hand. "What do you mean, arm us? I don't do weapons. No, nu-uh."