Session 4 6

The trip back to the Roland was simple enough. Three Ingenues - one the real thing, two knock-off plant copies - traipsing through the woods with an honor guard of slitherers. There was one point where the two knock-offs stopped short, looking with obvious menace at an unfamiliar plant - for a few seconds, until the slitherers obliterated it in a withering hail of shots likely intended to make sure there was not enough left of the plant to regrow.
Indeed, two slitherers - one from each Speaker's side - then pulled out its roots and got busy crushing it…even as their limbs began to rot and fall off, likely due to that plant's toxins. For the Speakers, though, it was immediate switch back to friendly traipse through the woods, leaving those two to die.
Abraham chalks it up to 'Nature, sociopathic in tooth and claw'.
And now they are approaching the Roland. The marines have their guns trained on the group from multiple positions, but have yet to actually fire, quite used to Abraham's occasional schemes.
[OOC] Ingenue: So they're not firing on me. How nice.
[OOC] WC GM: Yet. But yes.
[OOC] Abraham: No, I would be put out if they fired on the yous.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Mark down that plant for gathering a later sample. : P
[OOC] WC GM: There's not enough left to get a sample of.
Zinda Tegram: "Should we let them inside? We don't want them copying the ship's design."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Sending memories to computer…and emailing to science team.
Spyboy Pearson: "Nothing that dangerous in this part of the ship."
Ingenue: "Is there currently enough ship for that to be a concern?'
Alexander Morello: "I think so."
Zinda Tegram: "Better to be safe. Besides, we can talk outside, can't we?"
Abraham: "In fact, I think they might prefer it. A more familiar environment if nothing else."
The science team soon responds that they have seen similar from the marines' reports, and suspect this is how the sentient plant strain deals with all potential competitors. The trees are left because they are nonthreatening resources - adaption aside.
Spyboy Pearson: "Do we want them in a familiar environment, or do we want to shake things up?"
Spyboy Pearson: "[I was more referring to the toxins.]"
[OOC] WC GM: Is that in the email response?
Alexander Morello: "If we can find some part of the ship far enough from the rest that doesn't have much in it, it might be better to cut them off in an enclosed space."
Zinda Tegram: "Carry a cargo container out there then? I'd be fine with that."
Alexander Morello: "That would probably work."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah.
Abraham: "Metis, what do the not-yous say about it?"
Ingenue: "They have offered no preference either way."
Alexander Morello: "The better we can control their interaction with our technology, you know?"
Abraham: "All right."
ScienceTeam: "Given the effects, it appears most similar to catalog 4201A, filed about a month after classification system for this planet's toxins were set up. Remember, originally this planet was covered by that sort of thing; this new species has set up dominance quickly. It is likely that there are as yet large parts of the planet where they do not dominate. That may be the portion they intend to use as an impactor."
Abraham calls ahead to have an empty cargo container ready for their use.
An empty cargo container on a forklift is soon wheeled out of the hangar bay.
ForkliftDriver: "Where'd ya want it?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Well? Where do we want it? ^_^
The Ingenue-knockoffs peer at the large metal box with obvious curiosity.
Alexander Morello: "We should put it somewhere we can cover pretty well…"
Ingenue and the Speakers are, in fact, in a position the marines are covering quite well.
ForkliftDriver: "A'ight." The cargo container is set down there, and the forklift returns to the hangar bay.
One end of the container is a large double-door, that is currently open.
[OOC] WC GM: Heading in?
Alexander Morello: "So, should we have some sort of signal for if something goes wrong?"
Zinda Tegram walks inside and sits down in a chair.
Ingenue walks into the container, turning to motion the other-me's inside.
Abraham goes in and makes gestures to indicate that the not-Ingenues should follow.
The Speakers, and their guard, follow Ingenue, looking around the inside of this strange large metal thing.
Spyboy Pearson raises an eyebrow at Alexander and taps his skull.
Alexander Morello: "Right."
Alexander Morello: "After you."
Spyboy Pearson starts streaming the conference to the science team and the bridge.
Spyboy Pearson heads on in.
Alexander Morello follows him in.
[OOC] WC GM: Closing the doors?
Alexander Morello dramatically closes the door.
Ingenue turns the sensors to full to analyze the other-me's. ((Roll alertness?))
[OOC] Abraham: And we are immediately blinded because there is no light.
[OOC] Alexander Morello: There were chairs, so I assumed that it was furnished.
The moment the doors shut, the slitherer guards begin barraging it with shots, the Speakers getting to safety within their respective clusters.
[OOC] Alexander Morello: A furnished shipping container… for all your shipping needs.
[OOC] Ingenue: There's plenty of light. You radiate light.
[OOC] Abraham: We are rather shiny, yes.
Each of the two groups focuses on one spot. The Speakers get visibly concerned when holes are not quickly punched through.
Alexander Morello ducks for cover
The barrage of shots soon pushes the doors back open, at which point the Speakers and slitherers relax.
Zinda Tegram calmly sits in her chair, not reacting to fire without killing intent!
Alexander Morello: "Oh… sorry."
[OOC] Ingenue: So, other than the plentiful IR light that human's radiate naturally, is there other light in the container besides what's coming in through the now open doors?
Spyboy Pearson: "[So they show anxiety with human cues. Good to know.]"
[OOC] Alexander Morello: I assumed that since there were chairs there were probably lights.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, it was furnished for a conference. There's even a large display surface on one wall.
Abraham takes a vacant chair and notes whether the not-Ingenues take a chair or remain standing.
Alexander Morello takes a seat next to Abraham.
Ingenue remains standing; knee servos don't get tired.
The Speakers examine the sitting group, then each begin examining a chair carefully.
They do not sit yet, though.
Zinda Tegram: "Please, sit."
Abraham: "It's a good thing I didn't bother to refresh my memory on botany," Abraham mutters to himself. "It's unlikely any of it would apply to this situation."
Spyboy Pearson relaxes in one of the plastic chairs, Heggy next to him.
Speakers: "Please?" One of them worms through the arms of a chair; the other is doing a headstand in her chair.
Zinda Tegram stifles a sound of amusement and looks, wide eyed, at metis.
Abraham also notes that. He couldn't do a headstand in a chair without serious injury.
Abraham: "Metis, if you would be so kind as to give them an example of how to sit…"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Interesting again. So they have as much understanding of anthropomorphic physiology as one would expect. Maybe a bit less.]"
Ingenue breaks off studying the other-me's to give the chair a brief analysis. Does its structure indicate it can handle Nue's weight?
Spyboy Pearson: "[Also, they know what please means…which is not entirely an optimistic thought, given how they'd have learned it…]"
One of the chairs has been reinforced with thick durasteel, and could probably withstand a fighter landing on it. That must be the one intended for Ingenue.
[OOC] Ingenue: Put the Stern Lanze on it. For Science.
[OOC] WC GM: For all you know, they did.
Ingenue nods and settles into the chair.
[OOC] WC GM: They being the hangar crew.
The Speakers look as one at Ingenue, carefully studying this sitting motion, then stand up and copy it exactly.
Abraham: "Thank you, Metis."
Spyboy Pearson: "[I can't believe I didn't think of that.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "So that's why they copied her."
[OOC] Ingenue: Next children, this is how you occupy a planet. Pay close attention to the 'political assassination' part of today's lab.
Abraham: "I suspect that they copied her because she is materially different from the rest of us, and so obviously must be in charge."
Speakers: "Materially different!"
Spyboy Pearson: "Not quite. They don't perceive us the way they perceive her."
Speakers: "Obviously."
Abraham: "Oh? Care to expand on that?"
Spyboy Pearson: "You notice we all sat, but they couldn't understand how - they perceive us as chemical emitters, structure independent. They perceive her as a structure."
Spyboy Pearson: "Ingenue carries chemicals, sure - she doesn't produce any."
Zinda Tegram: "It's not entirely wrong."
Zinda Tegram: "They should know our individual units are sapient, from dealing with the Kilrah. Do you?"
Zinda Tegram looks in the direction of the speakers.
Ingenue: "Very few. Almost nothing aside from the synthetic coolant that binds this frame to the skin-sheath."
Speakers: "Units…" They pause, then look a bit sad. "Units."
Zinda Tegram: "Are you sad?"
One speaker points to Zinda. "Unit!" Then Abraham. "Unit!" Then Spyboy. "Unit…" Then to Spyboy and Heggy at once. "Unit?" Then waves one arm at the other Speaker and her guards. "Unit!"
[OOC] Abraham: Okay, that is disturbingly meta
Ingenue: "I would concur with those assessments."
Zinda Tegram: "I'd concur with most of them."
[OOC] Ingenue: It does mirror prior comments made by Nue.
[OOC] WC GM: Quite possibly arrived at by similar chains of logic.
Zinda Tegram: "They learn almost as quickly as you, Metis."
[OOC] Ingenue: That would be interesting, as it requires acquisition and understanding of terran marriage laws.
[OOC] Alexander Morello: everyone is a unit but poor Alex, haha
[OOC] Ingenue: Alex and his arm are a unit!
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: <Heggy> "Could be worse ;.;"
Zinda Tegram: "Well, should we ask them not to ram Armstrong now?"
Alexander Morello: "That's probably a good starting point>"
[OOC] WC GM: Not so much marriage laws. Consider again how they perceive.
[OOC] WC GM: Are you gong to ask them?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Leaving it to Abraham.
[OOC] Alexander Morello: I thought they were offline for a bit fixing their routers
Abraham: "So, we would like to ask you not to… steer the planet into any nearby structures, like Armstrong."
The Speakers blink, obviously confused.
Speakers: "Steer?" "Planet?" "Armstrong?"
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe in Kilrah?"
Zinda Tegram: "Steer. Move. Traverse. Drive."
Zinda Tegram points down. "Planet."
Abraham adds "volcanos" , pantomiming with steepled hands an erupting mountain.
One speaker looks down, then to the wall, then puts one hand on it. "Planet?"
Ingenue: "Previously, yes. Or possibly an asteroid. There is little enough difference."
The Speaker frowns, then, "Not to move…" Taps the wall of the container. "…planet into…" And points at Ingenue. "…structure?"
Zinda Tegram: "Another planet."
Zinda Tegram taps something into a tablet and brings a picture of Armstrong up on the display.
Zinda Tegram points at the display. "Armstrong."
Zinda Tegram steps outside, points at the ground again, and says "planet."
The other Speaker stands to attention, follows Zinda out, and kneels. She digs up one pile of dirt. "Planet?" And another. "Planet?" Then points to both. "Planet…s? Planet?"
Abraham: "Well, we're making more progress today than I thought we might."
Zinda Tegram: "Armstrong is a another planet."
Zinda Tegram points up.
Spyboy Pearson sighs
Zinda Tegram gestures all around. "Planet."
Spyboy Pearson: "Well, their eyes work better than I was afraid of, at least."
Speaker points again to both piles of dirt. "Planet? Not planets?"
Zinda Tegram: "One planet."
Zinda Tegram: "Planet is…"
Zinda Tegram pauses to think.
[OOC] WC GM: You haven't seen any acknowledgement that they processed what's on the screen, actually.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I know.
Alexander Morello: "Planet is home."
Speaker points to many locations - all ground - in rapid succession. "One planet?"
Alexander Morello: "Yes."
Zinda Tegram: "Yes."
Zinda Tegram: "Planet is big."
The two Speakers look at each other for a moment, then nod and echo in unison, "#Volcanic plasma thruster.#"
Alexander Morello: "Hm?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Can someone fluent in Kilrah tell them that the plasma thruster moves the planet?
Ingenue: "Volcanic plasma thruster."
Alexander Morello: "Oh."
Zinda Tegram: "Umm. Almost."
Zinda Tegram: "Volcanic plasma thruster is…"
The Speakers nod again, and echo, "Volcanic plasma thruster. Move planet."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah, what Spyboy was talking about was they could at least see Zinda pointing….
Speakers: "No move planet?"
Zinda Tegram: "No move planet into other planet."
Spyboy Pearson: "Move planet…different?"
Alexander Morello: "Yes, please."
Zinda Tegram: "Other is…"
Abraham: "Better still, stop planet."
Zinda Tegram points at one pile.
Zinda Tegram: "Pile."
Zinda Tegram points another pile.
Zinda Tegram: "Other pile."
Zinda Tegram repeats herself and shrugs.
Zinda Tegram: "Other."
The Speaker at the piles nods. "Pile. Other pile." She pushes one into the other, taking some time to scatter it a bit - then the first, moving pile she expands a bit around the other…
[OOC] WC GM: …I'd ask for checks here, but you'd autopass.
…in a motion that can only be called "consuming" : one pile eats the other.
Speaker: "No…into planet?"
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe? Ummm…."
Zinda Tegram kneels down and makes a new pile.
Zinda Tegram: "Planet with thruster."
Zinda Tegram pushes the pile along into another planet. When it arrives, she stomps on both.
Zinda Tegram: "Planet moving into planet."
Zinda Tegram: "Is bad."
Speaker blinks, looking closely at Zinda's foot.
Zinda Tegram: "Not attack, is…"
Zinda Tegram: "Units on other planet. Units die. Planets die…"
Speaker: "Die?"
Zinda Tegram mimes falling over dead.
Zinda Tegram: "Dying."
Speaker nods. "Die…" Then forms up two more piles of dirt.
Speaker: "No into other…" She pushes one along, leaving a bit of the pile behind. The pile misses the other pile, moving along, until eventually the pile has been reduced to a trail of dirt and there is nothing left to push. "…planet die."
Zinda Tegram: "If planet moves, yes."
Speaker: "Planet move!"
Zinda Tegram points at ship.
Zinda Tegram: "Ship."
Zinda Tegram makes a new pile.
Zinda Tegram: "Planet."
Zinda Tegram splits a small bit of planet off.
Zinda Tegram: "Ship."
Zinda Tegram moves the ship pile a long distance, careful to keep it together.
Zinda Tegram: "Ship move instead?"
Speaker looks at Zinda, then makes a new pile. "Planet…" She pinches off a small piece. "Ship." Moves it up, then back down, splatting the piece over the pile's surface. "Die." She sighs.
Zinda Tegram: "No."
Alexander Morello: "Ships don't need suns."
Zinda Tegram smiles.
Zinda Tegram picks up a 'ship' sized pile, holds it up, then slams a planet sized ball into it.
Zinda Tegram: "Planet move into ship."
Speaker thinks about it, then the other Speaker - the one still inside the container - speaks up. "Tzimitche Station. Move into Station. Move into ship?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yes."
Zinda Tegram: "Could move into planet."
Zinda Tegram: "Units die."
The Speaker at the piles picks up a ball of dirt in one hand, then two pinches of dirt in the other. "Planet." She indicates the ball. "Station." One of the pinches. "Ship." The other. Then she rams the ball into both pinches. "Move?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yes and No?"
Zinda Tegram moves a dirt pile around on the ground.
Zinda Tegram: "Move."
Zinda Tegram moves a pile into another. "Hit"
Zinda Tegram: "Want friends. Friends no die other friends."
Speaker nods, then holds up the ball and two pinches again. "Planet. Station. Other ship." One of the pinches she moves around the ball; the other goes back and forth between the orbiting pinch and the ball. "Move. Movemovemove." She frowns. "Die. Units die. Friends die."
Zinda Tegram: "Yes."
Speaker: "Move planet into station. Friends stop die."
Speaker: "Planet move. Planet die…" She brings up another ball. "…move into other planet."
Zinda Tegram: "Why planet move?"
Speaker: "Friends stop die."
Spyboy Pearson: "Makes sense to me. Mostly."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Getting hard to follow this.
Both Speakers look at Zinda, their words starting to drip menace. "Move planet into station. Friends stop die."
Spyboy Pearson: "I'm intrigued by the fact that they could tell that experiments were happening on the station."
Spyboy Pearson: "It definitely worked, though."
Zinda Tegram: "Yes. Station bad."
Alexander Morello: "Station very bad."
Spyboy Pearson closes his eyes and thinks about their grammar for a bit.
Zinda Tegram: "Station not ship."
Zinda Tegram: "Station not other planet."
Zinda Tegram: "Ship-units Not station-units."
Speakers: "Station DIE!" …yeah, they're mad.
Zinda Tegram: "Station die. Is good."
Alexander Morello: "Station is bad. We are not friends with station."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We're fine with them wrecking the station. Planet is other thing.
Spyboy Pearson: "Station dead. Planet…?"
Alexander Morello: "Station is not friend with planet."
Speakers: "Station die. Planet not die. Move planet into other planet, planet not die."
Abraham: "We should probably point out the sun as well. I can't imagine they are evolved enough to survive if they move the planet outside the goldilocks zone."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Is that good enough for us?
Zinda Tegram: "Other planet not unit-planet?"
Zinda Tegram: "Isn't that their problem?"
Zinda Tegram looks at Abraham.
In fact, the Mahavier-Armstrong jump point is outside the habitable band of both stars. From what you know, though, it seems the planet has only briefly strayed.
Alexander Morello: "Why move planet?"
Abraham: "They have a starship with only the loosest grasp of physics. Yes it is our problem."
Zinda Tegram: "They did jump. Somehow."
Zinda Tegram shakes her head.
Zinda Tegram: "Move planet into other planet. Is other planet not unit-planet?"
Speakers: "Planet move." They shrug in unison. "Station die. Planet move."
Alexander Morello: "WHY does planet move?"
Spyboy Pearson sighs
Alexander Morello: "What unit made planet move?"
Speakers: "Station DIE!" They seem adamant about that.
Zinda Tegram: "Station dead."
Zinda Tegram: "Why now?"
Spyboy Pearson: "We're past that, Commander."
Speakers: "Volcanic plasma thruster made planet move."
Spyboy Pearson: "Cuz stopping a spaceship is harder than it looks."
Zinda Tegram: "Is stop planet OK?"
Speakers: "Stop?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Besides, given that the station was orbiting the planet, they didn't actually HIT the station until the planet was through the jump point - though I have no idea how it did that."
Zinda Tegram makes a new pile and moves it.
Zinda Tegram: "Moving…."
Zinda Tegram moves it and suddenly stops.
Zinda Tegram: "Stopped."
Zinda Tegram repeats a few times trying to say stop as she stops.
Speakers: "…stop?" Blink in unison. "No move?"
Spyboy Pearson grimaces and tries not to think about explaining orbital dynamics with a limited vocabulary.
Zinda Tegram points at ground.
Zinda Tegram: "Planet moving."
Zinda Tegram: "Not stopped."
Alexander Morello: "Maybe we should just give them a lesson on orbital dynamics…"
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe. They'll need it to not kill themselves."
Alexander Morello: "And us, too."
Spyboy Pearson grins to himself for a moment.
The Speaker at the dirt piles holds up two piles, one much larger. "Planet." She indicates the smaller…then the larger. She thinks for a bit.
Spyboy Pearson points up in the sky.
Spyboy Pearson: "Cold?"
The other Speaker steps outside and points at the local star.
The first Speaker nods, holding up the big pile.
Zinda Tegram: "Sun."
The first Speaker then spirals the small pile around the big one, until eventually it collides. "Planet die."
Zinda Tegram points at the star.
Speaker: "Sun?"
Zinda Tegram: "Sun."
Speaker: "Planet stop, move into sun, planet die."
Spyboy Pearson grins
Zinda Tegram: "Are they worried about orbital decay?"
Spyboy Pearson moves over to the first Speaker. Rather than move the pile of dirt, he draws a line - the same spiraling path.
Alexander Morello: "Don't stop planet, move planet better."
Spyboy Pearson: "No, they're worried about what happens when you stop."
Spyboy Pearson: "Stop - fall. But…."
Spyboy Pearson redraws the line as an ellipse.
Spyboy Pearson: "No fall…"
Spyboy Pearson: "Orbit."
Speaker: "Or…bit?"
Zinda Tegram: "Orbit."
Alexander Morello: "We should probably get in contact with Armstrong, they have to have noticed the new planet in the neighborhood."
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe. We need to not crash first."
The Speaker with the piles blinks, moving the piles around, trying to puzzle it out.
Spyboy Pearson runs a quick map of the system on his computer through his brain, then sketches it out in the dirt, drawing a trajectory of Tuskegee and orbits for the other planets.
Alexander Morello: "Well, it would be unfortunate if Armstrong was to take desperate measures to alter the course of this planet while we happened to still be on it…"
Spyboy Pearson: "Now…"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Is Tuskegee going to hit Armstrong as it stands?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes, if nothing is done.
Spyboy Pearson traces the path from the Tuskegee lump to the Armstrong lump.
[OOC] WC GM: Even if Tuskegee misses, Armstrong is likely to be pulled out of its orbit - to say nothing of gravitational tide effects from a near miss.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Okay, so there may be a bit of exaggeration, as the Armstrong lump isn't there now….
Spyboy Pearson then scoops up the pile that represents Tuskegee, puts it over the Armstrong lump, and drops it. The collision knocks out both piles.
Spyboy Pearson: "Bad…"
Alexander Morello: "I can't imagine how much a new planet has messed up the orbits here…"
Spyboy Pearson scoops the piles back together, putting Tuskegee where it was.
[OOC] WC GM: There hasn't been much effect yet. Tuskegee hasn't even been in-system a day, so far. But if Armstrong would be in an orbit to sundive two to five years later…
Zinda Tegram: "Metis, could you like…explain orbital dynamics to them? In Kilrah?"
Alexander Morello: "Maybe a visual representation might be better… Can we pull up a simulation?"
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe!"
Spyboy Pearson: "No, because as far as I can tell they can't see them."
Zinda Tegram: "We could try the holo projector in the conference room?"
Alexander Morello: "They have trouble seeing screens, but not marks on the floor… What about a book?"
Abraham: "They do not seem to have the ability to perceive 2D images…"
Zinda Tegram: "I don't think they got it was important."
Ingenue: "….in theory. In practice it would require significant time and conceptual translation." ((And also probably a higher Science score, so Abraham or someone else would have to feed Nue the data.))
Alexander Morello: "I assume we don't have any child level 'your first orbit' picture books?"
[OOC] Ingenue: More than likely not, and Nue is too far away to hook up with whatever version of the pirate bay exists.
ScienceTeam: "Actually…"
ScienceTeam: "I'd have to dig it out of my quarters, but if it'd help it's yours."
Abraham: "They went out of style after that incident when a tenth grade science class tried to go to the moon. Never made it past the Lagrange point."
Zinda Tegram: "It would be nice."
Abraham: "So they're kinda rare/collectable now."
Alexander Morello: "Maybe we should make a copy before we hand it over, then?"
ScienceTeam: "We would have, if we hadn't gotten watered-down propellant."
Abraham: "I was thinking that."
ScienceTeam: "I'll run a copy and have it out to you as soon as I can. Half an hour, tops."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, maybe table the issue until the book gets here?"
Zinda Tegram: "I'd like to apologize for the attacks we've made at least."
Speakers: "Attacks?"
Zinda Tegram: "Friends dead. Apologize."
Speakers: "Apologize?"
Ingenue: "If they are different factions, they may not recognize what happened to other factions as offensive efforts against themselves."
Zinda Tegram: "Umm…Regret? Sad?"
Alexander Morello: "I wouldn't bring it up."
Zinda Tegram: "Unhappy?"
Abraham: "Unplanned outcome?"
Zinda Tegram: "Well, it was planned."
Zinda Tegram: "But it's no less bad."
Zinda Tegram: "Umm, actually, does anyone have a bowl? Can we get some water in it?"
Zinda Tegram: "Two bowls, actually."
The Speakers look at one another, then back at Zinda, pointing in the directions of the tree-fortresses she felled. "Friends dead?"
Speakers: "Units dead?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yes. Sad."
Zinda Tegram sighs.
Zinda Tegram: "Is bad."
Alexander Morello: "They attacked us first."
Zinda Tegram: "They did."
Speakers: "Friends dead." They sound remarkably neutral about this.
Zinda Tegram: "Umm, OK."
Speakers: "Attacked?"
Zinda Tegram: "Units attacked. Now dead."
Zinda Tegram stomps. "Attack. Is bad."
Zinda Tegram: "No attack good. No death good."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Coming from Zinda.
The Speakers nod. "Attacked. Not friends. Units dead. Not friends dead."
Zinda Tegram: "Still bad. But good not friends."
Spyboy Pearson frowns.
Spyboy Pearson: "How move from sun to sun?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, it is odd they used the jump point."
The Speakers blink, parsing that, then, "Ship move from sun to sun."
Alexander Morello: "I didn't even think you could fit a planet 'through' a jump point."
Speakers: "Ship move. Planet move."
Zinda Tegram: "Different move."
Speakers: "Station DIE. Planet move, station move. Station no move, planet move. Station die."
Zinda Tegram: "Jump-move"
The Speaker at the piles holds up a pile and a pinch. "Station. Planet." Has them orbit one another, as the planet moves. "Planet move, station move." Then suddenly, she moves the pinch far away. "Station not move…" She grins. "…planet move…" And moves the planet the same way, colliding with the pinch. "…INTO station."
Zinda Tegram: "Ah. Station-jump? Not planet-jump?"
Spyboy Pearson gapes slightly
Spyboy Pearson: "Now that…..that is very clever."
Blink, puzzling out Zinda's words, then the Speaker responds, "Station-jump, station not move. Planet-jump, planet move INTO station."
Ingenue: "Their ability to manipulate their facial structure in such close mimicry to human facial muscles is curious."
Zinda Tegram: "Yes."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes…."
Zinda Tegram nods.
Spyboy Pearson: "Cuz once Tzimicee was pushed over the jump point, it wasn't orbiting Tuskegee any more…"
Speaker nods, dropping the dirt. "Station DIE!"
Zinda Tegram: "I see."
Alexander Morello: "So they've got that figured out but they claim to not understand orbital mechanics?"
Zinda Tegram: "It is strange."
Speaker: "Or…bit?"
She picks up two more piles. "Planet. Sun." And moves one around the other. "Orbit?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes."
Abraham deadpans
Speaker: "Planet move, not into sun, planet not die?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Zinda, they proved they understood orbital mechanics when they bitched about you telling them to stop the planet."
Spyboy Pearson: "They just didn't know the word."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes."
Abraham: "Oh my. They suddenly understand."
Ingenue: "No, they merely conveyed that understanding."
Ingenue: "The conceptual language barrier, combined with their diminutive frames, causes them to appear 'simpler' than they are."
Zinda Tegram: "Sounds about right."
Speakers: "Simpler!"
Ingenue: "If they are capable of calculating orbital dynamics without the use of computational aide, it is possible that they are more advanced than humans or kilrathi. Technically, more advanced than myself, as I am my own computational aide."
Speakers: "Aide!"
Zinda Tegram: "They have an entire civilization to do it."
Ingenue: "Yes. A distributed processing network."
Zinda Tegram: "Doesn't that count as a computational aide?"
Ingenue: "Only in the sense that your brain is a computational aide. This does not address the inherent difficulty in the data gathering of events outside the planet, which would be necessary for making the computations."
Ingenue: "To sum up, they are getting information and technology from somewhere, or creating it themselves, without relying on 'computers' as we consider the term."
Abraham: "Well, even on earth, plants are more aware of the world around them than a layman would give them credit for…"
Zinda Tegram: "Anyways."
Zinda Tegram: "Orbit good?"
Zinda Tegram: "No hitting?"
The Speakers stand there, trying to parse this rush of new words.
Zinda Tegram waves to get their attention.
[OOC] Ingenue: Ooooh, they can suffer a buffer overflow. Spyboy, make a note.
Eventually, the one by the dirt piles points. "Station die. Other planet…"
Speaker: "…planet die…?" She points to the dirt pile that went into a trail. "Planet die." Then points to the sky - Ingenue, at least, can tell she is pointing directly at Armstrong. "Planet hitting planet, planet not die."
Zinda Tegram: "Units die?"
Zinda Tegram: "No orbit?"
Speaker then proceeds to point elsewhere - stars in the sky; night is falling. "Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Planet." That one is a large asteroid. "Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Planet." Armstrong. "Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Planet." Another minor planet.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Explaining it to each other?
[OOC] WC GM: She's facing the PCs, so she's presumably explaining it to you.
Zinda Tegram: "Yes."
Abraham applauds "Well done."
[OOC] Ingenue: Is the asteroid in question visible without external sensors?
[OOC] WC GM: To Ingenue, yes. To normal human sight, no.
[OOC] Abraham: logend soon?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Sure.
Ingenue: "Curious."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Have they worked out that we consider a planetary collision death?
Abraham: "What is?"
Speaker nods. "Planet hitting planet, planet not die. Planet hitting sun…jump?" She then points off into seeming nowhere.
[OOC] WC GM: Science check.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + + - + (Base: 5 Total: 7) (Science because GM said so.)
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + 0 + - (Base: 2 Total: 3) (Science)
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: 0 + 0 0 (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Science cuz that doesn't sound right.)
Ingenue: "I do not think your eyes are capable of detecting the asteroid, the first planet, without optical enhancement. Either their optics are, or they are being fed information."
[OOC] Abraham: So /that's/ why buns come in bags of eight and hotdogs in packages of 10!
Abraham and Spyboy immediately recognize it: Speaker somehow nailed the coordinates of another jump point.
Ingenue looks in the direction of 'nowhere', triggering sensors as needed.
Abraham: "Well, wouldn't their optics be based on your own?"
Alexander Morello rolled up 4dF: + 0 0 0 (Base: 5 Total: 6) (science)
Alexander recognizes it soon enough, too.
Ingenue: "My optics are a mixture of light receptive sensors and complex digital post processing algorithms. If they are based on mine, then what are theirs? They imitate a capability, but their structure is very different."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Another meaning another exit to the system, and given that I have mental access to a nav database, which one?
[OOC] WC GM: The one leading to Collins.

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