Captain's audio log number two.
Current time, 0915 hours. Weather, cloudy. We have returned to the Soubo mountain range, and are currently continuing our advance.
Since the last recording, I along with Operator Noir Corne have encountered a series of unexpected situations while executing our mission.
We first engaged in combat with an unknown lifeform... a Rathalos. We were not successful in this endeavor.
Upon arriving at the village, our usual investigation into the source of the Oripathy outbreak was met with significant resistance from the locals.
Their reasons are still unclear, though from the medical tests conducted, it seems that the villagers have been in contact with Originium for an extended period of time.
In summing up the clues we've gathered so far, we have determined a course of action: we will continue to track the Rathalos into the forest to try and pinpoint the source of Originium contamination. Progress so far has been poor...
Ugh—The thicket here is too dense. Corne, hand me an axe.
What did you just hand me? I said to give me an axe, not—what is this...uneven... and squirming...ah!
An Originium slug?!
Originium slug?
Why was there one on my hand?
The slug has no bones... and a very hard carapace, very good! I like it very meowch!
Corne—where did you go?
Hey mew, take a look. The seeds of this plant burst out with just a touch.
They flew so far away, pawbably to extend the range of theirs dispersal... reminds me of a Blastnut.
This might be related to the Rathalos's whereabouts...Oh! Could it be...
I'm pawsitive that is completely unrelated to our search.
(Breathes deeply)
...We are currently travelling with some additional companions from another continent that bear some resemblance to Felines.
That's Felynes to mew!
They call themselves Felynes with a Y, and possess information on the Rathalos.
With the help of these Felynes and the extensive problem-solving expertise of Rhodes Island Operations Team A4, I believe we will soon unravel this incident.
Yato! This way!
No, over here! The Rathalos went this way!
But you said it was this way earlier...
Those were old tracks, it left new ones here!
Hmph! Anyway, just head this way! Mew are as stupid as a Kestodon!
A slow monster that purretty much always charges around and gets stuck in trees!
...We're close to getting to the bottom of this. Recording complete.
Corne. Felynes.
Listen up, we've been walking for two hours, and have yet to see even a glimpse of the Rathalos.
If you'd like to continue your argument, I'll send you both back to that cave to have a nice chat with all the Originium slugs.
Smithy, keep your meows down.
Mrow?
Look over there, on the flowers.
In the underbrush?
Undoubtedly, there must be—yes! A whole bunch of tiny, squirming, endemic lifeforms hidden beneath!
Just a little closer—
Hidden within the shadows, danger creeps closer, with the flying insects none the wiser...
The concealed predator holds for just a meowment, fur its chance is close at paw! The time is... now!
One expels a puff of smoke, and the insects are wobbling, are they about to fall?
Mrrow... head hurts...
A—Achoo—
Smithy! Look at what you did! Scared them all away!
Suddenly so sleepy... so many meowterials dancing in the clouds...
Even the flying insects dropped from that puff of smoke... could it be one of its properties?
I shall note this down... a new kind of endemic lifeform that can cause drowsiness in those affected. Purrphaps it may even be helpful in hunts.
Tiny endemic life and flying insects, flying insects and nectar, Meownsters and Hunters... the resemblance is too much to bear.
Mrrow... just like...
Yes, Smithy. I've been noticing this ever since we came here, but while I'm pawsitive that Terra is a totally different world, it shares so many similarities with ours.
Whether it be the villagers or creatures I've observed, a closer look has revealed that we share meowch more commonalities than diffurences.
Our Ecological Survey in the forest so far has led me to the conclusion that while the endemic life here appears diffurent from the ones we are used to back home, the way things work is exactly the same.
Plants, herbivores, carnivores... predator and prey constitute the basis of most biological relationships.
The degree of similarity between these two worlds... is simply remeowkable.
As I've said befur, our prior knowledge is adequate to understand this world, fur there is no fundamental diffurence.
I can also record the Rathalos's activities here up close, and become Terra's top ecological researcher.
I'm the purrime scholar after all! Meowhahaha!
To be an ecological researcher here, Originium will definitely be a factor to consider.
Originium, mew say? I did hear Noir Corne mention it multipaw times, but I have not whiskered any obvious influence...
I don't think it's that meowch of a problem. If you simply take a look at people like Noir Corne, they're pawbably just too dumb to understand how it truly works, purrphaps the rocks have their own special qualities even!
However, this forest does indeed raise some concerns in me. It feels like something's missing, but I can't be sure what.
What could it pawssibly be...
Smithy, what do mew think—
Ah, Noir Corne? Why are you here?
Me? Should I not be?
Smithy? Mrow? Where did mew go?
If I recall correctly, is that it?
I'll go take a look.
Careful, don't step on it.
Hey, you're right. Straight from the pages of 'The Originium Slug's Guide to Terran Wildlife'... Vanilla reminded us of this countless times before we left.
'Top three creatures to worry about in the forests!' 'An aerial nightmare you definitely want to avoid!'
Sporting dazzling silver and black feathers and an appearance from the front as dark as a ghost in the night...
If you see patches of black and silver feathers on the ground, it means there's a stinkfowl nest nearby.
And the moment you step into their territory, only one thing awaits you...
Yato! Noir Corne! I can't find Smithy anywhere!
What? Where did you lose sight of him?
We were just meowing about, and he—
Corne... did you hear that?
Yeah, sounds like wings flapping in the sky to me.
They're getting more intense...
Over there.
S-Should I go take a look?
Meow!
Arty! Where have you been?
Noir Corne! Fur mew!
What? This is...
Wait, don't just skedaddle! Where are you going?
Corne... isn't that...?
You don't mean—
Stinkfowl eggs.
Hey! Arty! Get back here this instant!
Ah—Don't come any closer, it wasn't me who took your eggs! I'll even put them back for you, okay?
I'll return them right now! Don't peck me! Not my horn!
Agh! It stinks! Blegh—
Yato! Help me out!
Arty! No more egg pinching for mew!
From Operator Noir Corne's personal experience:
If you are in the forest and see molted feathers from Stinkfowls marking their territory, never trample upon their nest.
And never, ever touch their eggs.
Otherwise, what greets you is only...
A foul and fierce assault from the sky to be reckoned with.
Did we get away? They're not chasing us, right?
They got stopped over there.
I'm beat...
Do you want some water?
Wait, don't come any closer to me.
Put your shield up so it can block the smell a little... I'll toss the bottle over.
Yato...
Corne, I hope you understand that it's best for us to keep our distance for now.
Mew stink! Stay away from meow!
Further!
I'm feeling pretty dizzy, is it from all the headpecking earlier?
I feel like... the earth is shaking... Did I pass out? Is this a dream?
No, that's not it...
Get up! Now!
There's so meowny of them...
Lots of meownsters are rushing down the mountain!