THE GOTTALA XES THER

[capemods]

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

[heal_or_execute]

Mordin frowned and discarded the idea without wasting any more time. "Best not to risk it then," he said. "Unsafe for you to linger here too long. Observers will return soon."

He looked around again, just to confirm they were still alone for the moment. "Better idea- go continue exploring vessel. Interact as much as you can, learn as much as you can. Come back here when you can. Will have better chance of escape with more information."

[hackeralastair]

"Okay." For lack of any better idea, and the deep-down need to obey someone's orders, Alastair agreed with a nod. "I can do that. I can manage that much. I'll check back in when the coast is clear, maybe at night. It doesn't seem like the security is any better or worse, then."

He paused, and then added with the slightest bit of friendliness, "I'm Alastair."

[heal_or_execute]

"Understood. Will be waiting for you." Mordin smiled at him with a fair bit of friendliness, despite the weariness and discomfort of captivity. Even in this situation, meeting and learning from new people was always a pleasure. "Good luck."