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capeandcowllogs2013-04-21 09:25 pm
capemods) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-04-21 09:25 pm
THE GOTTALA XES THER
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.]
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.]
no subject
I'm sure they'll do their best to communicate with us if we're defending them.
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[Jack speaks quietly as he moves forward, crouching behind some kind of enormous, multi-forked lightning rod. He surveys the brawl they're approaching, and doesn't like what he sees. A group of the ship's crew are trying to force the beasts back by spraying them with a high-pressure hose presumably intended for fighting fires. Just like in Pokemon, using water on a water creature is not very effective. Jack sees one or two of the mer-apes slip backward over the edge, but more of them crawl out of the water and surge forward, getting closer to the crew.
He sees no immediate tactical options, so he turns back to Archer.]
Any ideas?
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If my powers were working as they usually do, this would be easy.
[Summon half a dozen swords, hurl them at the mer-apes, and then cut down the survivors by hand while they were panicking. He's done things like that to groups of foes more times than he could possibly count. But his grasp of projection is as slippery as the eel-beasts right now; he's been lucky to get Kanshou and Bakuya back at this point.]
This place is some kind of power generator, isn't it? Why don't they find a way to turn their electrics on the invaders? Jeez, they're not thinking as fighters at all.
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[Jack kneels further down, looking at the base of the massive lightning rod. A wire-tangled box near the bottom catches his attention.]
I think this might be a capacitor. The lightning strikes the rod and the current gets stored here. If we can find a way to release its charge...
[Jack has reached the limits of his technical knowledge however, and can do nothing but grimace and shake his head. He has no idea how this thing works, and might electrocute himself if he tries to mess with it.]
Do you know anything about working with electricity?
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I've worked with swords with electrical elements before, but that's not really what you're asking.
[But he crouches by the lightning rod and the box at its base.]
But that's only in combat. Outside of it, I've certainly tinkered with such wiring.
[He touches the box, carefully avoiding the wires themselves until he knows more. Trace--on. The picture that appears in his head is shadowy and far more vague than usual, but--]
Yeah, I can work with this.
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[Jack stands up and moves in front of the rod and the box Archer is working on. In front of them, the mer-apes have closed with the crew and the hose is spraying aimlessly as its operators fight for their lives hand-to-hand, desperately swinging wrenches and axes at the jaws snapping around them. Some of the monsters have seen the ImPorts too, and have broken off from the fray and headed toward them. Jack clutches his harpoon and readies him.]
Heads up, we're going to have company! I'll hold them off as long as I can!