im trying to get an education here you dont want to overwhelm me. can i answer all of the above ? ill fill you in when i see you im no good with technology
[Says the guy who's been working to fix the waterline for the past three days. But he'd rather not put "I want to tattle to you about some fine Almina corpses" on the network. Just because Ghost isn't reachable doesn't mean he's not around. Or that he even has to be to know everything on the network.]
[And cue radio silence, but she is present and on time, looking only marginally ridiculous with all her gear on her plus a nice home depot hand axe strapped to her thigh. Call her paranoid, but with enough crap going on below the station's surface and effectively no idea how long they'll be here, much less how long they'll have to get their shit together if their departure from the station is as sudden as their arrival-- well, she's not really big on leaving her stuff anywhere for any length of time thanks.]
I'm going to die Shepard please don't reenact The Shining
[Zelos is waiting. Out of the direct sight of any cameras he can spy, but as far as he understands it these cameras don't record audio anyway. Small graces. He waves when he spots Shepard. ...Pauses. Wat.]
If you're looking for an army to take on I don't think we've suitably pissed off the locals yet. A miracle I know, don't ask me how we've done it.
[Or is? Whatever. There's a business connection between one or the other - makes sense that the locals would be used to a certain number of company reps even if this place is a complete shit hole now. She flicks the small axe at her thigh a sidelong glance - rolls her eyes back to him and tips the line of her chin high. A nonverbal question mark, though she follows it with an actual one:]
You're not seriously looking for a vocabulary lesson, right?
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.]
[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.]
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Being entirely caught up is for squares let's go with that laughs
meeting you face to face and a few of your favorite swears would be a good start
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
find any bodies while you were down there ?
no subject
Do I swear that much? Can't I just give you a list
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
& are we talking dead ones or the kind that shamble after you?
no subject
im trying to get an education here you dont want to overwhelm me. can i answer all of the above ? ill fill you in when i see you im no good with technology
[Says the guy who's been working to fix the waterline for the past three days. But he'd rather not put "I want to tattle to you about some fine Almina corpses" on the network. Just because Ghost isn't reachable doesn't mean he's not around. Or that he even has to be to know everything on the network.]
FROM: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
meet at the tower in the center of town in 20 ?
no subject
Fine. 20 mins center tower
[And cue radio silence, but she is present and on time, looking only marginally ridiculous with all her gear on her plus a nice home depot hand axe strapped to her thigh. Call her paranoid, but with enough crap going on below the station's surface and effectively no idea how long they'll be here, much less how long they'll have to get their shit together if their departure from the station is as sudden as their arrival-- well, she's not really big on leaving her stuff anywhere for any length of time thanks.]
I'm going to die Shepard please don't reenact The Shining
If you're looking for an army to take on I don't think we've suitably pissed off the locals yet. A miracle I know, don't ask me how we've done it.
no subject
[Or is? Whatever. There's a business connection between one or the other - makes sense that the locals would be used to a certain number of company reps even if this place is a complete shit hole now. She flicks the small axe at her thigh a sidelong glance - rolls her eyes back to him and tips the line of her chin high. A nonverbal question mark, though she follows it with an actual one:]
You're not seriously looking for a vocabulary lesson, right?
no subject
[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.]
no subject
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.]