Day 12
I apologize for the rather abrupt ending of the last record, as circumstances became rather frantic after the recorded incidents.
I will apply my best efforts to summarize the following events shortly. After the human volunteered to perform the repair of the damaged outer hover engine, a rather heated discussion broke loose, concerning the risks and other possible solutions to the current situation.
The Vitrichl decided that the human should perform the repair, as long as it was proved that her chance of survival was high enough.
Several tests were performed, and all of them concluded that the human had a surprisingly good chance at surviving the excursion, although it was unclear whether she would return unharmed, as there was simply not enough information known about Terrans.
The Vitrichl ordered for a group of personally selected mechanics and scientists of the crew to supervise the excursion over the video recording of the space suit the human would be wearing. I was assigned as a part of this group.
The human itself, inexplicably, remained incredibly calm, seemingly not grasping the gravity of the situation at hand.
Despite my best efforts to make her aware of the responsibility she was assigned, she remained unresponsive.
"I am applying my best efforts to make you aware of the risk you are taking.", I stated, trailing after her.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I read the safety thingy, like, three times. And basically the entire board team will be there to guide me through the entire process and tell me exactly what to do. I'll basically not even have to think myself."
"I would appreciate it if you did not neglect your thought process during such an important task."
"Of course I won't actually stop thinking, it's just a way of speaking. Anyway, you'll have the entire video footage from my suit and as long as the suit remains intact, I should be fine.", Quinn continued.
"Still, the probability that the system fails and you do not return…"
"Is low enough.", Quinn cut me off.
"Listen, you oughta stop worrying. I might know nothing about alien technology, but this crew knows about it. And, to our luck, I'll have direct contact to them the entire time."
She stepped into her assorted suit, machines around her closing and tying everything into place. Eventually, a helmet was lowered onto her head, the reflective surface hiding her face.
She extended her right arm, lowering all her fingers except for the first and biggest one, which she pointed upwards.
I could not decipher the purpose of this gesture, and as I could not see her facial expression, I was not able put any of my previous knowledge of humans to use.
The human underwent several further safety checks, before the medicals decided it would be appropriate to start the mission at that time.
The task of the human was first to simply observe the entire damage, in order to confirm that our monitors grasped the entire extent of the damage. Furthermore, she should, under our supervision and precise instructions, reverse the worst damage she could and, at best, reverse the engine into a working state.
The human was transferred into the duct from where all outerboard missions that did not require any larger equipment where started. As soon as the door opened and the human stepped into the void, medicals and scientists scrambled to examine her vitals.
"Vitals are steady", a medical informed.
Wrin pressed several keys on the control board, establishing the communication line between Quinn's suit and the SIIR Noxos.
"Okay, Quinn, how do you feel?", Wrin, who was, for their standards, surprisingly sober, spoke into the communication tool.
"Well, I feel like I've just drank a shit ton of water and then gone onto a roller coaster one too many times. Besides that, wow", Quinn's voice sounded from the other end.
"Alright, I'm just going to pretend I understood any of that. So, give us a bit to get the suit camera sorted and then you can go on.", Wrin drawled, pressing a few more keys on one of the monitors.
As the technicians confirmed a stable signal, Wrin began to guide Quinn into the direction of the damaged engine.
The human's vitals remained stable as she approached the engine in question.
As instructed, the human began a scan of the area through her suit, linking the results directly into the main control quarters.
Through the analyzation of the information, the technicians were able to confirm that there was no worse damage than our previous scans had recorded.
The human began to work on the engine. She removed the outer layer of metal within a few moments, which was almost fully demolished.
As she worked towards middle of the structure, I observed her every step. She moved coordinated and careful, as if frightened that the engine might implode if she didn't (which was, admittedly, a rather real threath).
Eventually, she removed a piece of charred metal, exposing an accumulation of cables.
Wrin straightened as I took the communication tool from them and spoke into it: "Quinn, these cables are of high importance. Would you be able to reach the brown cable and remove it from its place? As careful as possible.", I added.
Despite my, in my eyes, rather clear instructions, the human continued to reach towards a completely wrong cable.
"Human", I interjected. "I do not mean to be insensitive, but that is not the cable I was referring to."
"Huh? But that one's brown?", the human responded, tone signaling possible confusion, although I could not be sure, as her face was still hidden.
"Human-", I started once again, thinking of the most polite way to phrase the following statement, but I could not finish, as Wrin pushed me away rather aggressively before taking the communication tool themselves.
"Quinn, the mechanic‘s referring to the second cable from the far right.", Wrin eludicated.
"…but that one's Magenta!", Quinn protested further.
"Not to the mechanic. Different eyes, different colour perception.", Wrin quipped.
Quinn said something indiscernably quiet, before continuing, carefully following Wrin's instructions.
As these records' purpose is to observe human behaviour, I will not go into much detail describing the repair. If you wish to obtain more precise information about the details of this particular repair, I suggest you visit the archives, in which we keep all records of repairs, routine check-ups and everything else regarding the state of the ship, to gain a further insight.
The human proceeded the repair, although another thing of note happened rather towards the end:
After the human had reconnected several wires and added a new protective layer on the engine's surface, the technicians tested whether or not the engine would start, obviously after the human had moved to a safe distance.
The technicians started the engine at its highest setting, but with no success. No sound emitted from the engine.
"Wait, let me try something.", the human sounded over the communication line.
In spite of any common sense, the human moved closer towards the engine.
The human inspected the engine, before suddenly, for some to me inexplicable reason, hitting the engine repeatedly with the flatter side of her hand.
"Alright, try again."
"Human Quinn, it is imperative that you move out of the immediate proximity of the engine.", I stated, but the human refused.
"No, I wanna try something."
"Human, it is-" "On one, come on, guys.", Quinn cut me off. "Start the engine on one."
Against better judgement, the technicians began to prepare another start of the engine.
"Okay, ready? Three, two, one, go!", besides my best efforts to stop them, the technicians started the engine at the exact time as Quinn hit its outer layer again.
Fortunately, the engine did start. Unfortunately, the stuttering start of the engine produced a pressure wave that catapulted the Terran away from it.
Eventually, her body was stopped by the cable attached to form a connection between the space suit that the human was wearing, and the SIIR Noxos.
The body of the human did not move.
Wrin, seemingly concerned, spoke into the communication line.
"Quinn?"
It took a few moments before we received any kind of answer, the silence filled with a slight buzzing sound.
Then we registered the human's voice over the line. At first, the human only produced several sounds, possibly signaling pain.
Then: "Well, I'm never doing that again." A pause. "Did it work? Is the engine stable?"
"The engine is running. I wouldn't call it stable, but it will get us far enough.", one of the technicians informed.
Silence.
"Alright, Quinn, we‘re going to pull you back into the ship. Try not to move too much and uh…don‘t die.", Wrin spoke up.
"I can do that."
As the retraction program was started, I, accompanied by Wrin proceeded towards the intertravel duct. The human arrived shortly afterwards.
The suit seemed to be unharmed, a good sign, but its owner did not.
As a robotic arm removed the helmet and started to disassemble the suit, the human stumbled out. Stumbling, that was not a good sign. The human’s complexion was even paler than its naturally bright shade. And the skin of her face seemed to have a slight green undertone. Had it always been there? I could not recall. Perhaps their skin changed colours, similar to Wrin‘s species?
I was brought away from these suspicions, as the human opened her mouth and released a brown-green, odd-smelling fluid out of her mouth and onto the floor. This couldn‘t be normal, could it?
The human was immediately referred into the, for a ship and crew this size admittedly rather small, hospital wing. The medicals are currently observing and recording any interesting observations regarding the human‘s body. Unfortunately, while the medicals are treating Quinn to the best of their ability, it is difficult, as there is so little known about humans.
Although, perhaps this way I will receive more information regarding the anatomy of humans.
I will continue to record the recovery and the state of the human.
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Kuni loves plushies. He finds comfort in them and especially likes to make his own little dolls/stuffed animals.
aww that’s so cute🥺
imagine scara sitting in the sumeru forest, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves overhead, his hat leaning against the bark of the tree he’s leaning against
the distinguishing accessory draws -by now familiar- attention, the jingling of curious aranara filling the air; to onlookers it might be a curious sight: a former harbinger peacefully sitting amongst the bubbly children of the forest
and, to be frank, it wasn’t always this way; no, at first, kunikuzushi used to shoo the little creatures away to sit in silence but his voice notably lacked any true malice; the more often he visited the forest, the closer the aranara came, most intrigued by the floral like pattern of his remarkable headwear
only when kunikuzushi fell asleep once while trying to sow a stuffed animal closed, did the children of the forest grew bolder than ever; this was how the blue haired man opened his eyes to find several of them surrounding the plushie that had fallen from his hands, trying to weave the needle through the plush material
maybe it was his still drowsy state or his lack of energy to maintain a venomous front but with a sigh, the vision holder picked up his project and taught the eager students what he knew
little did he suspect his new friends would diligently work to hone their crafts and subsequently present him with a multitude of handcrafted gifts for their blue nara by the next time he stopped by
[to tug at your heart strings a little: i headcanon that scara is very soft for the aranara but can’t quite place why
actually it’s because the aranara represent the playful and dream-filled world of childhood; as someone who is emotionally human but who never had the chance to be a child, scara longs for their company; he’s healing his neglected inner child, you could say]
[⇢ ˗ˏˋ。˚ anemo hours ☾ . ೃ˚⋆࿐]
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