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[Ozarck]

Glad you're here, Xantalos. Sorry I didn't wait, I got too excited to start. I almost peed. I got whacked in the nose with a newspaper, though. That put an end to that.

[Xantalos]

Glad you're here, Xantalos. Sorry I didn't wait, I got too excited to start. I almost peed. I got whacked in the nose with a newspaper, though. That put an end to that.

No problem. I don't think I've ever played an RTD run by a dog before.

[Ozarck]

 

[flame99]

"Well, one of the subroutines seems to be offline because the pilot came on two fast and brushed the rock. I can't tell which, because the scanner's offl- Oh. Well, probably that one. Also, I think the wiring in the arm of one of the mining drones is starting to degrade. Other than that, we're all good."
Give the information to the Sauroid. Contemplate briefly how awesome it would be if the Core exploded.

[Harry Baldman]

Keffit-Fum's strands shiver lightly as he observes the sordid state of affairs. Dugif-Taf meant well, but her results - our results - their results left something to be desired. Perhaps she would be better suited to be a breeding technician.

Check if there is a still-functional previous batch of atmosphere moisturizers that don't have problems so immediately disturbing, and if so, use them to replace the current ones temporarily.

Examine what the problem with the current atmosphere moisturizers is, exactly.

Finally, check what's going on with that food harvester batch. Why are there delays?

[BFEL]

Hmm no datapad? No schedules? NO PLANS?

Wing it.

[Ozarck]

Oh, fuck. Uh...

Would you all please get in a single file line? I am quite sorry for the delay, and will try to get all of you seated as soon as possible.

Get to the front of the line, and begin showing people to booths or tables!

(5 - 1) you convey your message clearly through the translator, being sure to include the standard variety of languages in the translation
(6 + 1) With some joslting and what sounds like grumbling, they organize. A large quadrupedal creature with two flexible and strong upper lips stands directly before you, uncomfortably close.
(1+1) you think this being is smply being rude to you and the other customers.
(6) It seems mesmerized by your face tentacles. In fact, it reaches out and (4 v. 5 -1)attempts to grab hold of a few of them with it's flexible lips! it seems to have mistaken your face for food!
(1) Unfortunately, rather than getting any closer to dining, this commotion blocks the doorways. The large quadruped knocks over a few of the nearer aliens as it shuffles about.

I'll take 3. Atmospheres are for squares.

(That's the spirit!)
You make your way to the maintenance access-way closest to the blockage. You feel much lighter here at the top of the habitation rings
(1) The air lock is sealed and, without code or environmental suit, you can't get through.

"Well, one of the subroutines seems to be offline because the pilot came on two fast and brushed the rock. I can't tell which, because the scanner's offl- Oh. Well, probably that one. Also, I think the wiring in the arm of one of the mining drones is starting to degrade. Other than that, we're all good."
Give the information to the Sauroid. Contemplate briefly how awesome it would be if the Core exploded.

(5) while talking to the sauroid,who indeed seems interested in this information, you also input the data to be sent to the Station (you have access to job related computer programs and communication, and can do so without a go-between).
(5) you gaze out at the core once more, picturing in your head all the tearing and burning, the silent screaming and bleeding that could be ...
Time to Roll for impulse control -giggle-
(6-2) You shrug, which is quite a sight, as you are made of bugs, and are content with the knowledge that soon, something will disintegrate into its constituent parts under your baleful gaze, just as soon as Harbor Command releases you to go!

Keffit-Fum's strands shiver lightly as he observes the sordid state of affairs. Dugif-Taf meant well, but her results - our results - their results left something to be desired. Perhaps she would be better suited to be a breeding technician.

Check if there is a still-functional previous batch of atmosphere moisturizers that don't have problems so immediately disturbing, and if so, use them to replace the current ones temporarily.

Examine what the problem with the current atmosphere moisturizers is, exactly.

Finally, check what's going on with that food harvester batch. Why are there delays?

(5) in fact all other previous batches of moisturizers are online and functioning as intended. The disturbances these malfunctioning ones are causing is trivial, from a station maintenance perspective. Thank the Architects for systems redundancy!

(4) Examining the production history, you see that the nutrient balance was less than ideal for this batch as they grew. This may have caused an imbalance in their dietary systems, causing them to bloat instead of to exude moisture in the fine spray they were intended to produce. You won't know for sure until some of them can be examined directly.

(5) You -sigh- as you see the same old problem surface again - the soil is undernourished in field epsilon 4, and the lower gravity is making nutrient transfer problematic. All part of life in space!

Hmm no datapad? No schedules? NO PLANS?

Wing it.

(roll for to against cultural patterns: 2-1) You do not wing it. You remember that you are surrounded by friends and family, on a Station designed to encourage life and communication (Sorry B1Gii).
(1) Instead, you turn to the nearest coworker and ask them to cover for you while you retrieve your data keys.
(4) Fortunately, that coworker has some clearance to maintain the Harbor in your absence, though they cannot authorize arrivals and departures.

[Harry Baldman]

Keffit-Fum, stretching tall in his ponderings of the current mysteries of his life, Dugif-Taf's incompetence and those of life in general, almost trails off in thought. However, he remembers his place in a moment and resumes standard operation.

Check up on autotrophic and saprotrophic monocellular or non-differentiated organism bases available, those may prove useful in sidelining the soil issue. Preferably something like a slime mold, but with added photosynthetic or chemosynthetic capability. It may be time to initiate a more effective breeding project.

After that, see if it might be possible to open communications with some kind of technical staff from here.

EDIT: Once that proves possible, initiate communication with technical staff.

As the Former translator kicks in, the technical staff hear the familiar, emotionless tones of the voice of the Formers speak to them.

"The Formers in the name of Keffit-Fum beseech the technical staff of the station. The dynamic life-joy of creation and abolition of void, the paramount mission, grow beyond their boundaries. The void must be abolished. Creation must be kept in motion. You must serve as the hand of creation and bringers of growth-joy to all that may exist and pour from the spore pods of wondrous machine-birth."

The voice mutters inaudibly for a few more moments before resuming normal speech.

"To serve Creation and the Creators is the highest honor, and I served. I was honored. I attained the rank of Breeding Supervisor 1523 Creation-cycles ago, and I fulfilled my duties, allowing life to blossom where it was good and to hold its advance when it was not. I fulfilled my duties to Creation and the Creators, and was awarded the proper Fading in due time by my peers, ending with my first-death 1279 Creation-cycles ago. Upon my death, Hanuf-Gof became Breeding Supervisor, as was the proper order of things. Dreams of ancient Creation fill my being as I prophesy to you that-"

The tone of voice of the creature undergoes a mild shift after pausing mid-sentence.

"I am Keffit-Fum, the voice of the Formers. The voice of Creation, poised against the encroaching Void. My strands extend to the Other to speak and to beseech. The children that fill the ship with their watery cries of life and living, the youngest have gone astray, their strands growing turgid and bloated with good intentions gone awry. Speak to the children and return them to the fold, Other servants of Creation, and I - we shall seek to soothe them - ourselves with our tools. Answer our call, Other ones, and acknowledge your intent to aid the cause of life."

The voice of Keffit-Fum then paused, expecting a response.

Communicate in entirely reasonable Former manner.

[Ozarck]

You are the voice of your species with the Station. Your species provides valuable service to the health and well-being of the station. Opening communications with technical staff? Impossible. Unheard of. Blasphemous, even.

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It should go without saying, but that's a joke. Opening communications with technical staff is a significant and basic part of your job.

[Harry Baldman]

((Well, you never know. Maybe the creators of the station, like many fictional engineers, really, really hate efficiency.))

[flame99]

Ask if anything else is required of me.

[Greenstarfanatic]

If you would come with me right this way? Would you like a table or a booth?

Take him to his choice of table or booth. Give them a menu while I'm at it.

[Dansmithers]

Call up a coworker, ask for airlock codes.

[Ozarck]

((Well, you never know. Maybe the creators of the station, like many fictional engineers, really, really hate efficiency.))

Never hurts to check 

[Xantalos]

Thorimus awoke from deep thoughts. Shaking off the last vestiges of meditation from his receptors, he peered at the clock.
Oh dear.
Oh dear.
He was rather late in getting up, was he not? Well, he'd best fix that. Bundles of information races down his nervous fibers and into the pods where the Free Born resided.

1 meter Free Born 1: Go retrieve food from the mess hall for the day. Ask for Thorimus' usual and be polite. Distribute it on my feeding roots. Then return to the pod for further instructions.
All 30cm Free Bound: Go to your consoles and retrieve the workload for today. Then return to the pod for further instructions.
1 meter Free Bound 2: Wait by the door to the library and greet any who come in until the smaller Free Bound return to the pods. Then return to the pod for further instructions.