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[A sharp nod. That'd be an affirmative.]
He's good.
[And that's a weight off her shoulders. She won't have to worry about getting somewhere on time or in one piece with him behind the wheel. Can't say the same for half the rovers - how many assigned drivers even knew how to operate their rover? - but that's officially something she doesn't have energy to worry about. Instead she moves, catching the strap of her kit and hefting it off the ground. Pops one of the rover's side compartments and shoves it into the narrow space available. If they're going to be rattling around, she doesn't need her crap sliding from one end of the vehicle to the other.
Clicks the compartment shut and-- pauses then. Takes a breath and flicks her attention back to Parker.]
Thanks by the way. For the lift.
[There. Simple.]
He's good.
[And that's a weight off her shoulders. She won't have to worry about getting somewhere on time or in one piece with him behind the wheel. Can't say the same for half the rovers - how many assigned drivers even knew how to operate their rover? - but that's officially something she doesn't have energy to worry about. Instead she moves, catching the strap of her kit and hefting it off the ground. Pops one of the rover's side compartments and shoves it into the narrow space available. If they're going to be rattling around, she doesn't need her crap sliding from one end of the vehicle to the other.
Clicks the compartment shut and-- pauses then. Takes a breath and flicks her attention back to Parker.]
Thanks by the way. For the lift.
[There. Simple.]
I'm always looking for new ways to piss off the clergy and noble caste back home. [He is a mature adult. You will find no example more shining than this guy right here.] But no, that's not what I wanted to talk about.
[Crossing his arms. Hrm... How to say...? Might as well just be blunt.]
Found some Almina command badges down below. Carla has some, but I gave my share to Tony. He seems more capable of figuring out anything it has to tell than I am.
[Well. He gave one to Red and one to Garrus too, but those are him being a shitty teacher and a terrible asshole respectively so why mention them.]
I wouldn't exactly call it a bloody blade, but there were some strange skeletons with the badges too. We found plenty of skeletons down there that must have belonged to the monsters, but these ones were different. ...Looked kind of like angels, but someone had taken their wings.
[And that's terrible. Nah he doesn't sound too broken up about it. More wondering why the hell anyone would bother... Unless, you know, they didn't want people to know there had been angels here. They severely underestimated the amount of angels some people have slaughtered in their lives because Zelos's count is kind of up there in "all of them, every single last one". An half-assed wing shearing job wouldn't hide the familiarity from him.]
[Crossing his arms. Hrm... How to say...? Might as well just be blunt.]
Found some Almina command badges down below. Carla has some, but I gave my share to Tony. He seems more capable of figuring out anything it has to tell than I am.
[Well. He gave one to Red and one to Garrus too, but those are him being a shitty teacher and a terrible asshole respectively so why mention them.]
I wouldn't exactly call it a bloody blade, but there were some strange skeletons with the badges too. We found plenty of skeletons down there that must have belonged to the monsters, but these ones were different. ...Looked kind of like angels, but someone had taken their wings.
[And that's terrible. Nah he doesn't sound too broken up about it. More wondering why the hell anyone would bother... Unless, you know, they didn't want people to know there had been angels here. They severely underestimated the amount of angels some people have slaughtered in their lives because Zelos's count is kind of up there in "all of them, every single last one". An half-assed wing shearing job wouldn't hide the familiarity from him.]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
you remember that supply cache we talked about ?
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
now seems like a good time and place to put one together. if youre polite enough the kids here will give you just about anything
[Which is really really really damn weird. But hey. Free stuff. Free stuff is free stuff.]
you remember that supply cache we talked about ?
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
now seems like a good time and place to put one together. if youre polite enough the kids here will give you just about anything
[Which is really really really damn weird. But hey. Free stuff. Free stuff is free stuff.]
[ there is a conversation they're going to need to have, no doubt soon and no doubt it would end as badly as the last one. But right now, that doesn't matter, this place doesn't matter, no one and nothing does because like a spyglass, his world has taken a precise magnified view. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
You asked to know when things are happening might affect me?
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
My Empress and her heir are here.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I won't be able to keep an eye on Jasper and Terra. If you could see your way to checking on them both at some point, I would be in your debt.
[ what he might be like -- after they are gone, is something else entirely. Left there in open spaces that is to be considered but he isn't going to bring up right now. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
You asked to know when things are happening might affect me?
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
My Empress and her heir are here.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I won't be able to keep an eye on Jasper and Terra. If you could see your way to checking on them both at some point, I would be in your debt.
[ what he might be like -- after they are gone, is something else entirely. Left there in open spaces that is to be considered but he isn't going to bring up right now. ]
Edited 2015-06-10 02:55 (UTC)
["We." Is that a step forward in teamwork...? The way it makes his skin crawl makes it hard to say. Is it really "we" if one person is using the other like a cheap napkin? Convenient and disposable. Having feelings at all the wrong times: a novel by Zelos Wilder.]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
might as well. get the others input seeing as thisll be for their use too. i cant say i know the first thing about their needs
[So. What better thing to do than get it from their sassy mouths.]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
think you could do it ? nobody gets my poetic way with words
[That is. A slight understatement. But really could he be trusted to make a post like this, that's the question one must ask themself...]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
might as well. get the others input seeing as thisll be for their use too. i cant say i know the first thing about their needs
[So. What better thing to do than get it from their sassy mouths.]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
think you could do it ? nobody gets my poetic way with words
[That is. A slight understatement. But really could he be trusted to make a post like this, that's the question one must ask themself...]
[Well that's-- she didn't think he was being serious about the whole run down on how to tell someone they were a [REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED] but this still doesn't make the short list of things she expected and it shows in the minor shift in the set of her shoulders, attention narrowing to a sharp edge.
Almina. Before her time, but that didn't really matter. Crew like this, that was the kind of scuttlebutt that got spread around. A brief, flickering thought that maybe she'd seen something underground that was related to the decommissioned ship and just hadn't been able to tell what she was looking at. Wouldn't know what an Almina badge looked like if it bit her first.]
Just command? No sign of the rest of the crew?
[Mention of 'angels' she can put on the back burner for a moment, assuming that's the translation error in her ear that she thinks it is.]
Almina. Before her time, but that didn't really matter. Crew like this, that was the kind of scuttlebutt that got spread around. A brief, flickering thought that maybe she'd seen something underground that was related to the decommissioned ship and just hadn't been able to tell what she was looking at. Wouldn't know what an Almina badge looked like if it bit her first.]
Just command? No sign of the rest of the crew?
[Mention of 'angels' she can put on the back burner for a moment, assuming that's the translation error in her ear that she thinks it is.]
[There's a part of her that goes sharp at the wet thud of him collapsing to the mat, a small voice that she shouldn't be letting him do this. It hasn't been that long since Macha and nanites or no, freakish elf stamina or no, he's still been pushed hard.
But he's angry. And this is good for that part of him. Better than a whole list of alternatives she can think of. So crisp and clear and as flat as she can make it:]
Sit-ups.
[She moves to where he's left his canteen, fetching it up off the mats before gravitating back and passing it over.]
But he's angry. And this is good for that part of him. Better than a whole list of alternatives she can think of. So crisp and clear and as flat as she can make it:]
Sit-ups.
[She moves to where he's left his canteen, fetching it up off the mats before gravitating back and passing it over.]
[ He takes the canteen, practically rips the cap off and drinks. Half of it's down before he comes up for air in more gasps, but he calms quickly enough after a few deep, controlled breaths. They exhale with steam again as he tries to clear his head, to focus on the tasks still to come.
He sits quietly a few minutes more with Shepard, waiting while his heart settles back to a quieter pace. Doesn't want to say anything, and doesn't need her to say anything more either. When he's ready he caps the bottle and sets it aside. Lies back on the mat and stares up at the bright lights and metal ceiling, brows knotting. ]
Two-hundred.
[ He stuffs his hand behind his head, locks the fingers there, and starts. He's fast out the gate again. Has to be if he wants to get through this next set. Shepard may not have expected any cadets to meet Aeryn Sun's goals, but that didn't mean any cadets didn't expect to. ]
He sits quietly a few minutes more with Shepard, waiting while his heart settles back to a quieter pace. Doesn't want to say anything, and doesn't need her to say anything more either. When he's ready he caps the bottle and sets it aside. Lies back on the mat and stares up at the bright lights and metal ceiling, brows knotting. ]
Two-hundred.
[ He stuffs his hand behind his head, locks the fingers there, and starts. He's fast out the gate again. Has to be if he wants to get through this next set. Shepard may not have expected any cadets to meet Aeryn Sun's goals, but that didn't mean any cadets didn't expect to. ]
[ another time he might be insulted, but... ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I don't expect you to do anything about my personal life or matters of my home, just see to those we have a mutual interest in.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Jasper met and spoke to Lady Emily himself so you may verify with him, he will be meeting her majesty soon as well.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I don't expect you to do anything about my personal life or matters of my home, just see to those we have a mutual interest in.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Jasper met and spoke to Lady Emily himself so you may verify with him, he will be meeting her majesty soon as well.
[ It's the peace of mind he needs, that someone he knows as competent, that he cannot pin down the exact details of killing them, and all the other things he doesn't want to admit to her face about. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Thank you, Commander.
[ Fingers tap on the blackglass, a brief consideration. Thumb catching on the screen in a drag with the thick callous of his fingertips as he scrolls back up through their conversations.
He should pause to think how twisting blades comes too easy between them sometimes, but one does not think about breathing either. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Be well.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Thank you, Commander.
[ Fingers tap on the blackglass, a brief consideration. Thumb catching on the screen in a drag with the thick callous of his fingertips as he scrolls back up through their conversations.
He should pause to think how twisting blades comes too easy between them sometimes, but one does not think about breathing either. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Be well.
Edited 2015-06-11 06:03 (UTC)
[Not really. Some people got tricked into this gig and some people jumped in with both feet and all of them were screwed, so what did it matter how any of them got here?]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Anyway
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Running IDs now. So far it looks like most of them have cleared out from where we came in
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Anyway
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Running IDs now. So far it looks like most of them have cleared out from where we came in
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I know you have no idea what this is about, but for the record, I'm sorry.
I know you have no idea what this is about, but for the record, I'm sorry.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Kai Leng's back, being himself. Might have implied you were the reason I got hit on Omega because he was trying to make it seem like I owe Cerberus for my being alive.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Which, all right. Yeah. I do. But I don't like it. And I'm sure as hell not confirming that it's true to that asshole. He has no proof.
Kai Leng's back, being himself. Might have implied you were the reason I got hit on Omega because he was trying to make it seem like I owe Cerberus for my being alive.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Which, all right. Yeah. I do. But I don't like it. And I'm sure as hell not confirming that it's true to that asshole. He has no proof.
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