To sumbolaion diakoneto moi, basileu Ouranionion. Epigenetheto, aithalous keravne hos Titenas phetheirein. Ekatontakis kai khilias astrapsato!

Lightning cracked as Negi absorbed the magic that he was holding in his hand, and with a brief inhalation, he grinned as his frame was completely reinforced by two Thousand Thunderbolts. "Looks good. I think I'm back to full strength now."

"Hey Aniki, I just got a question for ya," said Chamo sitting off to the side with Barry the Platypus. "Why is it pink?"

Negi flushed hotly. "It's not pink! It's lightish red!"

In the middle of the night, Marco woke up with a start. Sighing, he got out of bed and silently made his way down the stairsn. (Stupid nightmares. Come on, was sleep too much to ask for?)

He knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep for a while though, so there was only one thing for it: ice cream. Intent, he made a bee-line for the kitchen.

[[ooc: takes place a few hours after this log]]

A large group of crew members was gathered. In fact, given the mission briefing provided, it was curious that there'd be such a large number for a diplomatic mission.

Planet Designation: Galilee
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens. [Various translations of "human" appear here so everyone understands it]
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration. Slightly elevated levels of carbon dioxide.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue. Often overcast.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous. A human cultural and legal database is available. [click here]
Mission: Successfully negotiate with the Galileeans in exchange for their advanced medical technology.

It was very little to work with, so the crew gathered there possibly had a lot of questions.

Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels, frowning at the Great Wall for a couple of reasons. One, apparently the Daligig or whoever had yanked out a big chunk of the Great Wall (or one of them, given how many Earths there were) and slapped it into the City like a cheap bookcase. She wasn't big on cultural heritage preservation, but sheesh.

The second reason was that she was thinking. Next to her feet was a bag of toys: jacks, a gymnast's ribbon, a kite, spinning tops, and a few superballs. Believe or not, she was going to use these to develop a new specialty technique--just as soon as she figured out where to begin.

"Man, Nobel Gundam... I knew I shoulda asked Chibodee and George what they did to figure out theirs." She winced when she caught herself talking to her Gundam yet again, and she wasn't even in the Hangar this time... oh well. Allenby picked up the ribbon and began running, executing a technique she already knew well from piloting.

[ooc: So anyone in the Water Cooler post who wanted to do sparring/training stuff, this would be a good place to do it! :3 Or anyone else who'd like to pop in, of course.]

He had gotten it. Finally. Finally, after days spent poring over the media library's resources, repeated visits to the Statuary. After poring over what records he could find, scattered as they were, beating feet through the city.

And none of that, it turned out, had been necessary. It had been there, right under his nose. He'd gotten frustrated with the constant noise of 'Three O'clock Blues' after hearing it in his freaking dreamsand had gone into the broken media pod to see if he could turn it off. And that's where his realization had struck like a thunderbolt. The images flashing over the screen matched statues in the statuary. The switches. It had to be some sort of combination, the code to open whatever it was that was locked away down here. Hopefully it just wouldn't blow open the ship or release some sort of horror from beyond time and space, though.

He took a deep breath.

"This is it." Khaji replied in his typical fashion. Friend |2eyes: ne|2v0us?

"Of course I'm nervous. I have no idea what this is going to do." And with that, he began the combination.

First, the switch at the base of the Iwo Jima memorial.

Second, the switch below a statue of George Washington as he crossed the Delaware.

Third, the switch at the base of the statue of a nuclear blast.

Finally, the switch beneath Alexander the Great.

He stood back, and waited.

Hiccup was seated in his forge, the fire was turned off to keep things cool and more comfortable, and various plans for machines and weapons and other interesting gadgets scribbled on parchment and pinned up to a cork board. Candles procured from Orongo were lit around the room, though the wide windows let a light of light in, creating a comfortable workspace. Right now, he was sketching out the intricate designs for...something. It may have been designs meant to go on an axe. Perhaps.

After putting out his omnicomm message, he waited to see if anyone had something to say.

"Here goes nothing, bud," he said, the "bud" tacked on out of old habit, before his eyes widened slightly as he was reminded by the following silence, once again, that a certain dragon wasn't there to listen like he usually was.

That was okay, though. He was going to keep busy. Throw himself into doing the best he could to help the crew. Not that it took much more than a few fish to earn the dragon's love and affection, but Toothless would be proud of him when he finally woke up again. His father would be too.

And you know what? If he did this right, and helped people that deserved helping, deserved someone else working towards their best interests, he could be proud of himself.