❖ Significant Harassment... in space? ❖

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To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.

Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.

He sends another message:

Just as he was rubbing his face with his palms, Mary interrupted again.

“Blip-A detected.”

Grace shot up from his seat. “Blip— what now? Where?” He scooted over to the display screen, zooming out as far as he could.

“Blip-A detected.”

“Yes, thank you Mary,” he said pointedly as a dot lit up on the sensor map. His breathing hitched. There was something there. And, apparently, it was massive. “Oh. Oh wow. Okay, maybe let’s scoot a little closer. Maybe they’re friendly?” He hopped into the pilot’s seat, strapping in. “Hopefully.”

“Pilot detected.”

Grace huffs as he slows the Hail Mary to a stop a good couple hundred meters from the alien ship. Glancing out the window, he immediately thought — ‘oh. Wow. Weird.’— not really anything more. After Rocky, he’s fairly desensitized to alien ships. Unfortunately.

“How about an outgoing transmission, huh?” He said under his breath, spinning around the chair to open the radio transmitter. Finding a quick auto translator, he set a simple message through every known language and computer language— including morse and binary— and sent it all in the direction of the alien ship in a loop.

“Mary, can you scan the audio for any recognizable languages?” Grace asked, pushing himself over to the transmitter again to send a simple ‘hello’ in audio out to the other ship. Simple.

Thinking of Rocky, Grace had the wonderful idea to reuse the xenonite container Rocky had thrown to Grace at first to attempt communication. While he waited for any response to his audio, Grace made a shoddy replica of the alien spaceship and the Hail Mary, connected by a stick to try and show that they should hook up to each other’s ship to communicate faster. Then, separately, Grace put in Rocky’s little model of O2 so the alien might figure out that he uses that to breathe. It might work. Hopefully.

The overseers alert Sig of a new, smaller object approaching from the direction of the ship. He used one of his sample collectors to get it; they weren't much different than the overseers, other than the fact they had two mechanical arms. He brings it into one of his labs, doing some initial scans while it was on its way there. The object was cylindrical and hollow with some other items inside. He wanted to bring it into his chamber, but... getting it to the lab would allow for more detailed scans, so he opted for that. Besides, he can always bring it there later!

Some gasses escaped the container once he opened it. Good thing he opened it in a lab! The gasses couldn't harm him of course, but he wouldn't be able to analyze them in the chamber. It was mostly oxygen, which matched the two rings with eight beads, though there was also some carbon dioxide and ammonia. Now for the items inside... crude models of his superstructure and the spaceship, but the message was clear (finally!). They... wanted to connect? With a tunnel/bridge? How are they planning to do that? His superstructure didn't have the capability, and, to Sig at least, it didn't seem like the ship was able to create something like that, either.

Still, if they can do it... He'll at least show them where the airlocks are. It'd be a pain to find them without any guidance, after all. Sig guides one of the overseers to the lab, taking it apart with the mechanical arms in there. He just needs the hologram projector and the power source from it. After that, he programs the projector to show the ship's current location relative to the airlocks. Considering everything in Sig's superstructure is currently in a vacuum, he cuts open a small hole in the container with a laser. It's a win-win situation; it'll be easier for whoever is on the ship to open it, and he'll have a sample of the container to study!

———————

To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.

Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.

He sends another message:

Just as he was rubbing his face with his palms, Mary interrupted again.

“Blip-A detected.”

Grace shot up from his seat. “Blip— what now? Where?” He scooted over to the display screen, zooming out as far as he could.

“Blip-A detected.”

“Yes, thank you Mary,” he said pointedly as a dot lit up on the sensor map. His breathing hitched. There was something there. And, apparently, it was massive. “Oh. Oh wow. Okay, maybe let’s scoot a little closer. Maybe they’re friendly?” He hopped into the pilot’s seat, strapping in. “Hopefully.”

“Pilot detected.”

Grace huffs as he slows the Hail Mary to a stop a good couple hundred meters from the alien ship. Glancing out the window, he immediately thought — ‘oh. Wow. Weird.’— not really anything more. After Rocky, he’s fairly desensitized to alien ships. Unfortunately.

“How about an outgoing transmission, huh?” He said under his breath, spinning around the chair to open the radio transmitter. Finding a quick auto translator, he set a simple message through every known language and computer language— including morse and binary— and sent it all in the direction of the alien ship in a loop.

“Mary, can you scan the audio for any recognizable languages?” Grace asked, pushing himself over to the transmitter again to send a simple ‘hello’ in audio out to the other ship. Simple.

Thinking of Rocky, Grace had the wonderful idea to reuse the xenonite container Rocky had thrown to Grace at first to attempt communication. While he waited for any response to his audio, Grace made a shoddy replica of the alien spaceship and the Hail Mary, connected by a stick to try and show that they should hook up to each other’s ship to communicate faster. Then, separately, Grace put in Rocky’s little model of O2 so the alien might figure out that he uses that to breathe. It might work. Hopefully.

The overseers alert Sig of a new, smaller object approaching from the direction of the ship. He used one of his sample collectors to get it; they weren't much different than the overseers, other than the fact they had two mechanical arms. He brings it into one of his labs, doing some initial scans while it was on its way there. The object was cylindrical and hollow with some other items inside. He wanted to bring it into his chamber, but... getting it to the lab would allow for more detailed scans, so he opted for that. Besides, he can always bring it there later!

Some gasses escaped the container once he opened it. Good thing he opened it in a lab! The gasses couldn't harm him of course, but he wouldn't be able to analyze them in the chamber. It was mostly oxygen, which matched the two rings with eight beads, though there was also some carbon dioxide and ammonia. Now for the items inside... crude models of his superstructure and the spaceship, but the message was clear (finally!). They... wanted to connect? With a tunnel/bridge? How are they planning to do that? His superstructure didn't have the capability, and, to Sig at least, it didn't seem like the ship was able to create something like that, either.

Still, if they can do it... He'll at least show them where the airlocks are. It'd be a pain to find them without any guidance, after all. Sig guides one of the overseers to the lab, taking it apart with the mechanical arms in there. He just needs the hologram projector and the power source from it. After that, he programs the projector to show the ship's current location relative to the airlocks. Considering everything in Sig's superstructure is currently in a vacuum, he cuts open a small hole in the container with a laser. It's a win-win situation; it'll be easier for whoever is on the ship to open it, and he'll have a sample of the container to study!

———————

To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.

Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.

He sends another message:

Just as he was rubbing his face with his palms, Mary interrupted again.

“Blip-A detected.”

Grace shot up from his seat. “Blip— what now? Where?” He scooted over to the display screen, zooming out as far as he could.

“Blip-A detected.”

“Yes, thank you Mary,” he said pointedly as a dot lit up on the sensor map. His breathing hitched. There was something there. And, apparently, it was massive. “Oh. Oh wow. Okay, maybe let’s scoot a little closer. Maybe they’re friendly?” He hopped into the pilot’s seat, strapping in. “Hopefully.”

“Pilot detected.”

Grace huffs as he slows the Hail Mary to a stop a good couple hundred meters from the alien ship. Glancing out the window, he immediately thought — ‘oh. Wow. Weird.’— not really anything more. After Rocky, he’s fairly desensitized to alien ships. Unfortunately.

“How about an outgoing transmission, huh?” He said under his breath, spinning around the chair to open the radio transmitter. Finding a quick auto translator, he set a simple message through every known language and computer language— including morse and binary— and sent it all in the direction of the alien ship in a loop.

———————

To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.

Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.

He sends another message:

Just as he was rubbing his face with his palms, Mary interrupted again.

“Blip-A detected.”

Grace shot up from his seat. “Blip— what now? Where?” He scooted over to the display screen, zooming out as far as he could.

“Blip-A detected.”

“Yes, thank you Mary,” he said pointedly as a dot lit up on the sensor map. His breathing hitched. There was something there. And, apparently, it was massive. “Oh. Oh wow. Okay, maybe let’s scoot a little closer. Maybe they’re friendly?” He hopped into the pilot’s seat, strapping in. “Hopefully.”

“Pilot detected.”

———————

To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

His communication arrays would occasionally emit a call for help. Sig wasn't sure if any other iterators would be able to help him, but hey, they can at least keep him company.

Suddenly, his sensors detect something approaching. Something small, further scans showing it's... a vessel, of some sort. About the size of some medium-sized spaceships his creators would use before they left.

He sends another message:

@ask-the-wall-cyan-gang

(ooc: I'm uh. gonna put em in habitable zone. ik they'r e the wall lizors but the wall is kinda in space which is. not life-compatible lmao (and neither is Sig's actual chamber cause bennies weren't supposed to go there))

[UNKNOWN LIFE FORMS DETECTED IN THE HABITABLE ZONE (SECTOR A)]

NSH: Huh? How did that..? NSH: Lemme just...

[INTERNAL CAMERAS ACTIVE]

NSH: ...huh. NSH: Not like anything in my databases... NSH: No, not correct! They appear to be something evolved from... NSH: ...how did they get here? NSH: I could try guiding them to the Interface... yeah. I'll do that.

An overseer enters the room the lizards are in. Unlike the typical overseers, the overseers of space iterators are floating metal balls with a camera and a couple holographic projectors. Sig's overseers had green details, as well as greenish lenses, which gave all of his images a greenish tint. The overseer projects an arrow pointing down a hallway. It was clear the habitable zone wasn't maintained well after the Benefactors left.

BSM: ...

BSM: Not only are there two of me, there are two of you.

BSM: You have the same broadcast ID as each other so it called both of you.

BSM: How are you... two... doing?

@looks-to-the-moon-official

( @off-string-harassment, tagging you for this)

NSH: Oh hi, Moon!

NSH: Well uh... I met him and he somehow got out from his superstructure.

NSH: And what do you think you should expect from TWO prankers with the same mind? >:3

NSH: How are you? I'm planning to send the instructions to the Suns messenger by my overseer to help you with your communication problem.

Are we reaching across universes or something?

Anyway, I'm doing good!

...well, as good as I can be for being hopelessly lost in the Ekallia region.

But hey, I'm sure I'll find Tess soon!

...I have to.

NSH: And wait a minute, YOU CAN MOVE!?

NSH: Ahem, sry, overreacting.

BSM: ...

BSM: Not only are there two of me, there are two of you.

BSM: You have the same broadcast ID as each other so it called both of you.

BSM: How are you... two... doing?

@looks-to-the-moon-official

( @off-string-harassment, tagging you for this)

NSH: Oh hi, Moon!

NSH: Well uh... I met him and he somehow got out from his superstructure.

NSH: And what do you think you should expect from TWO prankers with the same mind? >:3

NSH: How are you? I'm planning to send the instructions to the Suns messenger by my overseer to help you with your communication problem.

Are we reaching across universes or something?

Anyway, I'm doing good!

...well, as good as I can be for being hopelessly lost in the Ekallia region.

But hey, I'm sure I'll find Tess soon!

...I have to.