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# Captain's log, 2312-08-28 to 2312-08-30, 130 lines #
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Captain's log, Earth time 2312-08-28T11:14:09Z.
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I have appointed myself Captain. The other two aren't interested in the
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position. For the benefit of any Earths reading this log, I have to point out
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that stuff like "Captain" wasn't a thing on our little ship Haven.
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With only three people there was no need for it, we all did what we could do
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best to keep this ship together and barely managed that. I was the tech guy,
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of course, St'Wek was the muscles and Xēcnes was a scientist, of sorts.
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All decisions were a group effort, though when the usual options are "die or
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hit the road" there isn't much to discuss.
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Repairs on the Lovelace have been progressing slowly. I guess you can't make
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up for the neglect of a whole human lifetime in just a few weeks.
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The fuel tank had a leak and is now almost depleted,
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so we're faced with our first big problem.
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I'm not familiar with whatever it is that powers this ship. I understand the
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science of course, but the substance is completely alien to me. I guess it must
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be very common on Earth and its side of the galaxy.
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The ship's Computer is no help in tracking this down, since it has little idea
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where it even is. I should take the time to extend its knowledge of our
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local star systems.
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I've pulled Xēcnes away from the self-appointed, fruitless task of finding
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out what happened to the Loveless crew for a while to focus on finding the
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strange substance instead.
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Captains log, Earth time 2312-08-28T08:56:02Z.
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Xēcnes has realigned the sensors to search for anything resembling the
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Earth substance and found a planet not too far from here. The ship has gathered
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that the planet is uninhabited but contains a diverse Flora.
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I've set course toward the planet, slow enough to be reasonable with our
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reserves but appropriately fast for the urgency of our situation.
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Once there, St'Wek and Xēcnes will take the Haven down to the planet to
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collect as much fuel as possible.
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Meanwhile I'll take the time to feed our collective knowledge of the sector
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into the ship's Computer, hoping it'll put an end to our somewhat aimless
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flying around.
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Captain's log, Earth time 2312-08-30T18:11:31Z.
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After much complication, St'Wek and Xēcnes have returned from the planet with
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sufficient fuel to last for the next fifteen months.
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Since Xēcnes' logs are characteristically long and filled with tangents
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and St'Wek can't read nor write (by design, of course) I have decided to
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recount the events on the planet in my own words, despite not having been
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there myself.
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After arriving at the planet the two found the Flora to be more diverse than
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anticipated. As they exited the Haven, a big old rank started to grow around
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the ship at incredible speed. Xēcnes was quick to analyse the situation and
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concluded that this was "not good". St'Wek started ripping at the plant to
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get it off the ship, but as he brought one down another sprung from the
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ground. He made a sarcastic comment. They reentered the ship and broke off the
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plant invasion by withdrawing from the surface. Xēcnes explained that the
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plants had eaten parts on the ship somehow. Analyzing a dead part of rank
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hanging onto the Haven's window, Xēcnes also concluded that the brown
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substance leaking out of its torn off body was the fuel we had detected on
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the planet.
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The ship was too damaged to survive in space but not too damaged for air
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travel within the protection of the planet's atmosphere.
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After flying around for a while, looking for the place least likely to pose
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risk to the ship, they found a large city within a crater in the ground.
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Xēcnes was able to determine that the area was surrounded by a force
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field, keeping the hostile plant life at bay.
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Once they were hovering above it, the force field opened just enough for the
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Haven to enter the crater.
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They were greeted by a small settlement of tripodal green aliens.
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The city, protected by the force field from both our sensors and the
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technology devouring Flora, was full of machines and highly developed.
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You could almost forget that the rest of the planet was one big living jungle.
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The tripods were very friendly and repaired the damage to the Haven.
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They told its crew that their people had colonized the planet about a hundred
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'years' ago for its wealth in metals and its two suns which produced a
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lot of energy. They had not expected to find it inhabited by plants that drew
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their nutrients from a chemical found in their flesh. They tried to fight them
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with fire, pest killers and all sorts of measures but this only made them
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stronger and more aggressive and more of a threat overall.
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Since they had by then, against all odds, already set up their settlements all
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over the surface, they decided the only option left was to engineer a virus
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that would turn the plants off their scent and onto metal, which was the only
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thing with enough similarities to the compound in their bodies that
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attracted the plants.
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This saved them from being brutally relieved of their flesh by the local Flora
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but it also lead to the collapse of their colony.
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They were a civilization that depended heavily on technology: they replicated
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all their food and clothing, their houses were made of metal, as was their
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transportation and so on.
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Soon they began to lose entire cities and starve, unable to digest the local
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plant life as well as it had digested them.
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The settlement my 'crew' found itself in was all that was left of the colony.
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They had shielded themselves and more importantly their tech from the
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destructive flowers and were in a constant battle with them over the remaining
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metal resources on the planet. The ground water was undrinkable,
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filled with the thick brown plant juice. They appealed to Xēcnes as a fellow
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scientist to work on a solution for their situation.
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Xēcnes, however, was very unwilling to help them. Very unwilling indeed.
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Extremely bemused by the story of the aliens interference in the local
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ecosystem, Xēcnes advised them to use the remaining metal to build a ship and
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get off the planet immediately, holding them a lecture about their irresponsible
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behaviour, the now doomed plant population and it's easily depleted source
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of nourishment.
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While St'Wek silently filled a tank with the planets ground 'water', Xēcnes
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had a very frustrating conversation with the colonists, who were entirely
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unwilling to give up their doomed colony. By Xēcnes' own evaluation, they
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were "extremely proud of their resourcefulness, while all they did was
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modify the planet to fit the life they were accustomed to, failing to
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see the potential risks to both the planet and their colony along the way
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and making their situation worse with every step they took to better it.
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I believe their civilization is entirely unfit to colonize any planet
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whatsoever until they learn to respect the native life and live alongside it.
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Once they had discovered the hostile Flora they should have simply found
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another planet. Their stubborn wish to stay despite everything serves no
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purpose and will undoubtedly doom them, just as they have doomed the planet".
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The team was met with resistance when they tried to leave, unable to pass the
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force field. The locals called them ungrateful and threatened to 'more than'
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undo the repairs. Over the communication's channel, Xēcnes let them know they
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should "reevaluate what I've told you", before having St'Wek "'pull the plug',
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so to speak, on your force field."
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Xēcnes' log contains a 110 line long justification for this course of action.
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After both of them were safely aboard the Haven, they returned with enough
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fuel to last us a while and a newfound aversion to similar away missions
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in the future.
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0Lovelace - The Search for Fuel /Lovelace/2312-08-30T18:11:31Z.txt
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0SC Prometheus Blue - SCPRBL TRANSMISSION TWO /SC Prometheus Blue/two.txt
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0SC Prometheus Blue - SCPRBL TRANSMISSION TWO /SC Prometheus Blue/two.txt
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0Lovelace - Hello Earth! /Lovelace/2312-08-17T23:01:48Z.txt
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0Lovelace - Hello Earth! /Lovelace/2312-08-17T23:01:48Z.txt
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0flight9000 - [QEC] Ship introduction, and our weird QEC system /flight9000/2aece6102dad1dda4aa0a1d3f957fca9.beagle.txt
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0flight9000 - [QEC] Ship introduction, and our weird QEC system /flight9000/2aece6102dad1dda4aa0a1d3f957fca9.beagle.txt
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