Session 5 7

Zinda has finally gotten the Nephilim talking - somewhat, in limited terms - as Abraham and Ingenue descend upon the cell with Isabel.
[OOC] Ingenue: That makes it sound so ominous.
[OOC] Isabel: Wait, it isn't?
[OOC] Abraham: We have cookies.
[OOC] Ingenue: And hugs!
[OOC] Abraham: Stamina 5 hugs!
[OOC] Ingenue: Has the security feed been corrected yet?
[OOC] Isabel: Please tell me you are still watching jingle cats
[OOC] WC GM: The security feed has not.
[OOC] WC GM: Then again, it's lower priority than certain other things. Plus, you'll have eyes on Isabel personally.
[OOC] Abraham: So wait… if there's no feed, then no one will be able to dispute that she fell multiple times.
[OOC] Isabel: Unless i have a camera drone hiding somewhere
[OOC] Ingenue: Nue's recording capabilities aren't compromised.
Spyboy: "That's odd."
[OOC] Spyboy: Ugh, what would Prophecy be called in-game?
[OOC] Abraham: Um… Prophecy? Unless you're talking about some specific bit of Wing Commander Lore I'm unfamiliar with?
[OOC] Abraham: Eh, go with foreshadowing
[OOC] Spyboy: No, I mean Wing Commander: Prophecy.
[OOC] Ingenue: The Nephilim Incident? The First Nephilim Incident? Incident might be replaced with Conflict.
[OOC] Abraham: Or even 'Encounter'
[OOC] WC GM: Wing Commander Prophecy? It would have been called "The First Nephilim Incident".
[OOC] WC GM: Or words to that effect.
[OOC] WC GM: It's recent enough not to have standardized terminology yet.)
Spyboy: "I've seen recordings from the Midway and the Cerberus."
Spyboy: "Those Nephilim were able to speak Terran. They also looked…much different."
Abraham sets up a desk in front of Isabel's cell and sits down. He then starts doing some paperwork. You'd be surprised how much paperwork crashing a carrier into a planet generates when you're at the command level.
[OOC] Isabel: *rolls bureaucracy* hey, you missed a stamp on those papers…
[OOC] Abraham: They raised the price of stamps again. They're outside my budget
[OOC] Abraham: Resolve maneuver to lay 'Wants to tell her story' on Isabel
[OOC] Isabel: Those are tax stamps, you cant just not include them
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - + - 0 (Base: 6 Total: 5) (Resolve maneuver to lay 'Wants to tell her story' on Isabel)
[OOC] Isabel: Charm maneuver to lay "Wants to tell HIS story" on Abraham?
[OOC] WC GM: No, Abraham's phrasing is correct
[OOC] Isabel: Jokes aside, can you explain to me what are you trying to do? i fear something might have been missed in translation
[OOC] WC GM: He's trying to get her to want to tell him what she's up to and why
[OOC] Abraham: This is a police interrogation technique. Just sit in front of the suspect/perp/witness and not say anything to them. Basically force them to make the first move.
[OOC] Abraham: I don't know if this is a common /Military/ Police technique, but it is a civilian police one.
[OOC] Isabel: Oh i see. Ok.
[OOC] Isabel: Uhm, resolve roll to oppose?
[OOC] Abraham: That would be my guess.
Isabel rolled up 4dF: - + - - (Base: 3 Total: 1) (Resolve)
[OOC] Isabel: Not my day
[OOC] Isabel: How badly do i spill the beans
[OOC] Abraham: Okay, I found an error on your sheet. Resolve is listed as a +3 and a +1 skill.
[OOC] Isabel: Is it? let me check
[OOC] Isabel: It is.
[OOC] Abraham: You don't at all. You just have the very taggable aspect now on you that I can latter tag to make you spill your guts faster.
[OOC] Isabel: Oh ok.
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, if I succeeded at a +4, it might have two free tags on it. Can't remember if that's how it works in this Fate variant.
[OOC] Spyboy: I don't believe so.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, no.
[OOC] Isabel: Anyway. does the door has any kind of window?
[OOC] Isabel: Also what gear do i have left
[OOC] Ingenue: The mysterious implants should still be there.
[OOC] Abraham: I thought it would be a standard jail cell. Basically a loose grating, but I haven't spent much time in the brig, I'm afraid.
[OOC] Ingenue: And more than likely, the sneak suit, unless the marines had a reason to strip search her.
[OOC] Isabel: that was exactly my concern
[OOC] Abraham: Don't worry. If you had the 'in your birthday suit' aspect, someone would have mentioned it to you.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, she's clothed. But watched.
[OOC] WC GM: She has the sneak suit, but the marines know about it, and have informed Abraham via the XO.
[OOC] Isabel: If i can watch him doing the paperwork then i might find a flaw in it.Bureaucracy maneuver to lay "You are not as careful as you think" on Abraham"?
[OOC] Abraham: Oooh. I oppose with Alertness to lay the aspect 'Yes I am' :D
[OOC] Abraham: While you're rolling, BRB.
Isabel rolled up 4dF: - + - 0 (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Bureaucracy maneuver to lay "Your are not as careful as you think" on Abraham)
[OOC] Isabel: Dammit chessa
Ingenue watches the back and forth silent sparring knowing that there just /has/ to be something very interesting happening on the subtextual level that it just isn't seeing…
Isabel: "I guess we wont be having dinner, Admiral."
[OOC] Isabel: Also, Ingenue is right there, right?
[OOC] Ingenue: Yes. Or, if Nue isn't there, that's something I might need to know.
[OOC] WC GM: Ingenue was listed as walking with Abraham, and so presumably is still at his side.
[OOC] Isabel: I'm tempted to talk with Nue, but I'll wait till Ab comes back, he might stop me from doing so.
[OOC] WC GM: You can talk at Nue.
[OOC] Ingenue: He should be back about now.
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham wouldn't be able to stop that.
[OOC] Ingenue: Well, he could say 'SILENCE THE PRISONER' and then a dozen marines taze her.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - - + 0 (Base: 5 Total: 4) (Alertness to resist Isabel impugning Abraham's competence)
[OOC] Isabel: My point
[OOC] Ingenue: But that would be rude.
[OOC] WC GM: Yes, but only after Isabel spoke
Noticing Ingenue* "Hey sweetie, what are you doing around all this mean adults?"
Ingenue looks around. "Which ones are the mean ones?"
Isabel: "Don't worry, i was joking. *To the Admiral* Your daughter?"
Abraham looks up from an admittedly dull allocations report. "It's not impossible. We can still have that dinner, and not with you in a cell either."
Isabel: "Didn't know it was bring your daughter to work day"
Ingenue: "No, I am Zinda's daughter."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Heehee!
Abraham glances at Ingenue. "It would have been a privilege, but, yes, she is Zinda's daughter."
Isabel: "Zinda's…I see."
Isabel: "Still, isn't it a bit weird having children in a military vessel?"
[OOC] Abraham: Other than the rather obvious 'Profession: Interrogator', I'm kinda drawing a blank on what skills I should be using to interrogate.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: RP it.
[OOC] Spyboy: Charm and Intimidate.
[OOC] WC GM: ^
[OOC] WC GM: RP it
[OOC] WC GM: This is PC-to-PC interaction. Social combat mechanics should be minimized if they come into play at all.
[OOC] Abraham: Fortunately, I am equally inept at both.
Abraham: "It is an unusual situation."
Abraham: "An unusual, classified, situation."
[OOC] Isabel: And Spyboy is in a fighter. What timing.
[OOC] Abraham: I'm just waiting for Zinda to crash through the bulkhead wall and spill all the secrets.
[OOC] Ingenue: …you know, there'd have to be regs and guidelines for what happens if someone gives birth on a deep space military vessel… but I'm drawing a blank as to how those might work.
[OOC] Abraham: It's obviously not suppose to happen. But it also obviously does.
Ingenue: "There are elements of… oh. Yes. That Data Is Confidential." "[*sigh*]"
Abraham pats Ingenue's shoulder.
Isabel: "Pretty unusual, Admiral Bounty. For starters, I didn't know bringing children was standard procedure."
[OOC] WC GM: Given the lack of any heavily pregnant women on combat ships in the source material, and that deployments seem to be for a few months at most, it's likely that any woman 6+ months pregnant simply doesn't start a new deployment, thus avoiding the problem.
Abraham: "Well… it's the oddest thing, but our security cameras aren't working properly. So I drafted the most neutral person I could find on the ship to act as my chaperone when I went to talk to you. For your own safety, of course. I'm sure she has some questions for you as well."
[OOC] WC GM: That may well be the full extent of the regs - so if it ever does happen, it's uncharted territory.
Isabel: "Then again, I wouldn't be here if everything was -standard-"
Abraham: "Well, I certainly can not dispute that."
Journalist mode: ON* "Let's get to the point then, Admiral Bounty. What…What exactly is going on?"
[OOC] Isabel: profession maneuver to lay "impromptu interview" on Abraham?
[OOC] WC GM: Again, RP please. No further maneuvers or dice rolls in this interaction.
[OOC] Abraham: Yeah, I kinda jumped the gun on that.
[OOC] Isabel: damn you. OK question remains
[OOC] Isabel: What is going on, admiral)
Abraham: "That honestly, is my question to you. Why are you here? What /is/ going on here? What is your real assignment?"
Meanwhile, outside, the Nephilim pilot draws on a screen, making three circles, one with many dots inside, one with one dot, and one with no dots. Then the pilot waves an arm at Zinda. "[Wenser?]" Then waves that same arm at the screen, while pointing toward the Roland and the Shipyards.
[OOC] Abraham: "How long have you been Wenser?"
[OOC] Isabel: "Do you have some time to talk about Wenser?"
Zinda Tegram: "[Umm….Huh?]"
Zinda Tegram points at the ship.
Zinda Tegram: "[Roland.]"
Isabel: "My assignment hasn't changed, Admiral. I'm here to try to figure out what is happening, considering the recent events. Though I never expected to get more questions than answers."
Abraham: "Interesting. I didn't expect you to raise more questions than you answered either."
[OOC] Isabel: What was the name of the place were the fighters were stored? where Zinda boarded her fighter?
Abraham eyes Isabel over a flyer for a discount Oldziey gun runner which he is pretty sure Zinda slipped in the pile and decides to take a small risk. "And what is the nature of the implant we discovered in you?"
[OOC] WC GM: Hangar bay?
[OOC] Ingenue: Hangar.
Isabel looks confused?
The Nephilim waits a bit, then gestures again at the three circles. "[Wenser?]"
Isabel: "Implant? What implant are you talking about?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda takes many pains to distribute literature. ; )
Abraham notes the confusion and decides it's genuine.
Ingenue: "You are unaware of the implants within you? That is unusual. Admiral, may I scan her?"
Isabel: "I'm a full blooded human, Admiral. (and I take pride on it)"
Zinda Tegram: "[I have no idea what you're trying to ask me…]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Umm, let's try this…]"
Spyboy: "I think he's asking if we know where Wenser is."
Isabel: "What do you mean *scan*"
Zinda Tegram: "You're listening in?"
Spyboy: "Psh well yeah."
Abraham: "Well, there are privacy rights, even for prisoners, especially for prisoners. So no you may not, unless Isabel consents to it. I will say it is non-intrusive, painless, and does not require you to disrobe."
Spyboy: "To both sides."
Zinda Tegram: "Hmmph. Well, let's work with your assumption then."
Abraham: "But it is totally voluntary."
Zinda Tegram: "[Not Wenser.]"
Spyboy: "You think I'm gonna just turn my back on a chance to learn about one of the biggest potential threats to the Confederation?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Leaving it up in the air about whether I'm talking about the Nephilim.
Ingenue: "….privacy rights interfere with the prompt and methodical acquisition of data."
Abraham: "Privacy rights exist to interfere with data acquisition. Because too much data is arguably worse than too little."
[OOC] Abraham: And now Ingenue kills me.
upset* "I don't have the faintest clue of what you are talking about and im not sure I like what you are implying. I'm human. 100%. What -implants- do you mean?"
The Nephilim pilot points again to the three circles, then to Zinda's right arm.
Ingenue: "That cannot be ascertained without scanning you. …well, the doctor could cut you open, but isn't that a larger privacy violation? [beat] And also assault?"
Abraham glances at Ingenue, then shrugs. "Well, we only detected the one, and that was by accident. You /might/ have more than one. And yes Metis, that would be a gross privacy violation. And also assault."
Isabel: "what has that Zinda been teaching to this child?!"
[OOC] Ingenue: That's right, Zinda, what have you been teaching her?
[OOC] Abraham: To love and respect your Torchy.
[OOC] Ingenue: Some kids get teddy bears, Metis got a boarding torch.
Abraham: "I suspect 'cultural' things."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda believes in encouraging children to pursue whatever subject attracts their interest.
[OOC] Abraham: And it's that time again. BRB
[OOC] Isabel: You are turning her into Dexter
[OOC] Ingenue: That's kind of a 'best case' scenario, honestly.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Ehehehe.
Isabel: "You -must- have made a mistake. There's just no way I've been implanted with anything."
[OOC] Isabel: this is the moment when nue tells isabel she's her sister and zinda is their mother
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yep! : P
Abraham glances at Ingenue again, then repeats his shrug. "Well, it's not /impossible/. I didn't notice it personally, so I can't say with absolute certainty that they are right. But we do have a potential second opinion…"
[OOC] Isabel: Also, if you had a gorgeous journalist acting as an interpreter, you wouldn't have to deal with 20 minutes of nephilim pictionary.
One of the marines hands Abraham a copy of the scans they did, showing energy signatures within Isabel.
[OOC] Abraham: Oh? Do you know any?
[OOC] Spyboy: Perhaps true, but the only journalist on hand spent several sessions ensuring we couldn't trust anything we said =D
[OOC] Isabel: Because she was planted with the warning to distrust you. and Zinda's Zoo Zafari hasn't helped.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: xD
Ingenue takes the opportunity to analyze the copy of the scan.
Isabel: "Scan, you said? Go ahead. You won't find anything."
Abraham takes the scans. "Ah, thank you Lieutenant." He looks them over. "But… it's unlikely that they did make a mistake. Still, it /could/ be a machine failure."
Abraham: "That sounded like 'Go ahead.' to me, Metis. If you would be so kind…"
Ingenue: "[Yaaay♫ Activating full sensor suite]" "Initiating scanning sequence."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: FUCK Metis is cute goddamn
Isabel: "Wait, did she just say…"
Isabel reacts as if being hit in the gut…
Abraham: "Yes she did. She can be so pompous sometimes. I suspect it's one of the 'cultural' things Zinda's been teaching her."
[OOC] Abraham: New aspect I'll be putting on my character sheet: Badmouths Zinda during every interrogation.
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, the stuff in brackets is neutrino-comms chatter. You can't hear it, Isabel.
[OOC] Abraham: Unless, of course, you can.
Ingenue: "Initial scans… intriguing. Architectural set-up is divergent. Subject began as base-terran, though there are deviations. Deviations do not match known Terran or Kilrathi science that we are familiar with. Deviations are closest to Nephilim technology, though this can only be supposition without further analysis of Nephilim technology and we should proceed to White when the opportunity…
Ingenue: …presents itself. "
[OOC] Isabel: reacting to the scanning sequence rather than the mahou shoujo dialogue
Zinda Tegram points at the circle with no dots.
Abraham: "It is on the itinerary."
The Nephilim pilot pauses for a moment, then abruptly pivots the fighter and starts heading for the jump point.
[OOC] WC GM: Agility to stay on, if you're trying to stay on.
Isabel: "What…What did you just say…"
Ingenue: "Subject is almost entirely human, and the architecture is not similar to my own." "[Zinda, you do not have another daughter. She's only human with some unusual tech after all…do we still have to be nice?]"
Spyboy: "Hunh. Historically, this is far better than any other conversation with Nephilim. They're leaving without dying first. But beyond that…"
Abraham rises and hands Isabel the copy of the initial scans.
Isabel grabs them hastily
Ingenue: "I said that the initial scans are intriguing and that the architectural set-up is divergent. Would you like a full repetition of the results?"
Isabel checks the papers time and time again
Yep, those there are some implants. Right where Isabel had been getting odd feelings.
Abraham: "Metis, do we have any clues when the… divergences… took place?"
Zinda Tegram: "[I, uh…I see. Yeah, you still have to be nice.]"
Isabel: "No…no…no…this isn't true. This is a ruse. You…you are trying to confuse me. THIS.IS.NOT.TRUE. I'M HUMAN 100%."
Zinda Tegram: "[You should be nice to everyone, except in cases where they give you a reason not to be.]"
[OOC] Abraham: [Pity. I'm afraid I've already broken her.]
Isabel 's eyes tear up
Ingenue: "That is not within my capabilities to determine. While I have full access to medical databases, I lack the cross-correlation ability that some such as Doctor Morello possesses."
Zinda Tegram keep her hold on the fighter.
Zinda Tegram: "[Hey! HEY! You want information on Wenser right?]"
Ingenue: "…but…data. It is pure data. It cannot be confusing. How is data confusing?"
Zinda Tegram: "[We can still work together!]"
Isabel: "I'm human, you hear me? I'm 100% pure human, i come from nobles, you can't do this kind of sick joke to me. I DEMAND that you apologize now."
Ingenue: "[Everyone?]"
Abraham: "I'll consult with the doctor later then."
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: Agility check.
Ingenue: "Was the data not presented in a clear way?"
Abraham indicates Isabel. "Everything she said is also data, but it conflicts with the data you gave her. When there is conflicting data, confusion is inevitable."
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + - - + (Base: 5 Total: 5) (Tagging )
to Nue* "SILENCE! You…what are you even…how can you so surely tell someone what they *are*"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Tagging the torch aspect
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Since she anchored herself on with it.
Ingenue: "…science?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Take off your skiiiiiiiin
[OOC] Ingenue: But that's confidential! Zinda will be an~gry, cause she doesn't tell secrets…
The Nephilim pilot looks at Zinda. Even across racial and cultural barriers, Zinda can easily sense the confusion.
Isabel: "You are just a child. Don't you dare take that condescending tone with me."
Abraham arches an eyebrow at Isabel's protracted outburst.
Ingenue: "That is ageism. The extent of time a source of information has existed does not correlate with the accuracy or precision of the information."
Even with a few half-hearted attempts to shake off Zinda, she retains her position as if welded to the frame.
Abraham: "You can safely ignore her demand for an apology if you wish Metis, and in fact a return demand of your own apology would be in order."
In the background, Zinda and Spyboy can see the other Nephilim craft breaking off, heading for the jump point - though they do not seem to be in a major rush. No afterburners, for instance.
[OOC] Isabel: Actually i was demanding an apology from Ab
Zinda Tegram: "[You idiots, just because one isn't here doesn't mean we have nothing to say about him!]"
[OOC] Abraham: Ah.
Ingenue: "An apology is requested in the event of harm. I am unharmed, and data cannot be harmed. Analysis indicates that she is unharmed as well, unless that vein throbbing on her forehead is indicative of hypertension."
Zinda Tegram: "[Aren't they the same as you anyways?]"
Isabel looks confused, irritated and more or less lost.
[OOC] Isabel: hey, quick question, do you still want answers from her?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I'll try and hold them up until you can get Isabel to help talk to them.
[OOC] Isabel: uh…that…looks a bit hard.
[OOC] Abraham: Yes. Broken people give the most enlightening answers. They might not be the answers to what you asked, but whatever.
[OOC] Ingenue: Yes, but most of the questions Nue would ask aren't plot relevant, and Abe has operational authority cause the Navy doesn't let robots vote…
Zinda Tegram: "[Metis, honey? Are you around Abraham?]"
[OOC] Isabel: sometimes broken people just clam up
Ingenue: "[Yes! We are questioning the not-sister. She has maybe-Nephilim implants.]"
Something of what Zinda has been saying has apparently gotten through, as the Nephilim pilot begins drawing again.
[OOC] Abraham: "[Hi, Zinda! I've just been teaching Metis how to psychologically break people. She has a wonderful future in children's animation.]"
[OOC] Isabel: Zinda: WHAT?! *Jumps in direction of the Roland*
Zinda Tegram: "[I, uh, see. Can you ask him to get a linguist?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[We have a bit of a sort of language barrier here.]"
Ingenue: "Admiral, Zinda is requesting a linguist to overcome a language barrier with the Nephilim that recently decloaked."
It is a star chart, with three stars highlighted: Chandley, Kilrah, and one between Sol and Kilrah.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: At the nephilim
Abraham: "Hm… I don't know if we have any. I'll have to check the personnel files."
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh come on now how the hell should I know]"
The Nephilim points at the between-star. "[Wenser.]" Then traces a line from star to star toward Chandley.
Abraham sighs. Interrupting an interrogation gives the interviewee a chance to compose themselves and clam up. But if we can actually have a conversation with the Nephilim…
Zinda Tegram: "[Uh, OK.]"
Spyboy hmms
[OOC] Isabel: Ab might want to remember that Isabel already screamed that she-oh right
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: She did say she could speak their language.
[OOC] Isabel: decode != speak
[OOC] Abraham: That
[OOC] Isabel: for starters, i might lack the organs to do that
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Heh, well, still.
[OOC] Isabel: Anyway Ab, you might want to push this. I doubt Isabel is in a state to take the initiative.
[OOC] Ingenue: That was broadcasted over the radio, correct? Nue would have heard that on the bridge?
[OOC] Abraham: I believe so.
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Ingenue: "Admiral, the subject acknowledged a capability to decode the Nephilim language. This would correlate with potentially Nephilim-sourced implants."
Abraham: "That's true, she did."
Abraham reaches through the bars and snaps his fingers in Isabel's face to bring her back to reality.
[OOC] Abraham: Don't make me get the spray bottle.
[OOC] Ingenue: Wait, isn't there a rule about not getting Nephilim wet and not feeding them after midnight?
Abraham: "Hey, pull yourself together. You have work to do. You claimed you could decode Neph-speak. Time to put your money where your mouth is."
[OOC] WC GM: One of the beauties of an interstellar domain, with many many planets: it's always midnight somewhere.
Isabel 's eyes recover some light.
Abraham retracts his hand before Isabel does something stupid.
Isabel: "I might…I mean, yes, sure, given enough time and samples I proba…*pause* What's the deal."
Abraham smiles a less than kind smile. "It seems we have found a group of absolutely /chatty/ Nephilim who want to talk with us and we need you to do the thing you claim you can do."
Ingenue: "[Zinda, please transmit a recording of the speech you wish translated.]"
Abraham will believe it when he sees it.
Isabel: "And in return i get my gear back and I walk out of this cell"
[OOC] Isabel: notice i said out of this cell, not out of this ship
Abraham laughs loud and hard. "In return I will personally ensure that you do not get a firing squad for compromising my ships security during a time of war."
Isabel: "That…that sounds lovely."
Zinda Tegram: "[Uh, OK.]"
Ingenue: "Admiral, unless she has a quantum processor as one of her implants - and I do not believe she does - she will require equipment to effect the translation."
Zinda Tegram proceeds to transmit as requested.
Ingenue captures the speech for rebroadcasting to… whatever Isabel plans on using for her translation.
Abraham: "Actually, Metis, I was wondering if you would be willing to act as her assistant. She seems to like you. I think you will work well together."
Ingenue: "That is within capabilities. However, Zinda has required that I 'be nice' to her, and as she is organic, I doubt my ability to detain her without harm."
Isabel: "I need…I need my headset and my personal computer. I have data there that's needed to decode it."
Abraham: "Well, she would remain in her cell, at least until we verify her ability."
[OOC] Isabel: like a wrist ipad
[OOC] Ingenue: And google glass?
[OOC] Isabel: actually, yes
[OOC] Ingenue: Google glass, the smartgun goggles?
Abraham turns to the marine who handed him the scan. "Lieutenant, please ensure that no signals leave this cell." I turn back to Isabel. "I'm told that being observed impedes the creative process, and I know that's been my experience. I'm sorry about that, but you're just going to have to endure it."
[OOC] Isabel: Don't ask too many questions.
[OOC] Abraham: Google Glass is still in Beta.
[OOC] Ingenue: But that's my function!
[OOC] Abraham: Yes. Enduring it is your function.
[OOC] Ingenue: Technically, Nue's still in beta…
[OOC] Abraham: Nue hasn't existed for centuries.
Isabel grabs her gear and start messing around with the transmission. Making notes here and there.
Isabel makes a deep, concerned face
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham makes a BRB face.
Isabel: "I'll need some more time and samples to the exact meaning but it says something like: Warriors come first, wish to suppress alien heresy before we see… Wenser traitor, flee to where know we will arrive… Blasphemy: Wenser interfere with aliens. We cleanse."
Ingenue stands by, prepared to offer assistance as necessary; wireless assistance, that is, as no one cleared it to breech the cell.
Ingenue diligently records and cross-correlates with other stored examples of Nephilim speech. Also transmits to Zinda and Spyboy.
[OOC] WC GM: Just Zinda and Spyboy? Not Elles or the Integrated?
[OOC] WC GM: Or Heggy?
Abraham: "Metis, please ask Zinda if that makes any sense to her."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Neutrinos are directional, right?
[OOC] WC GM: Right. Thus the question.
[OOC] Ingenue: It goes to everyone unless someone bothered to flag it as confidential, which I don't recall anyone doing; however, Spyboy and Zinda are waiting on said data, so I mentioned it to them.
Isabel keeps messing around with the transmission
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Spyboy please remember to flag that confidential.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda forgets.
Abraham observes Isabel. She doesn't /seem/ to be making busy work…
Elles: "[I see. Iiinteresting.]"
[OOC] Isabel: Messing as in checking stuff
Ingenue: "[Zinda, does this make sense in the context of the conversation you were having?]"
Integrated: "[Wenser?]" "[THE Wenser? The Admiral?]" "[It's a coincidence, right?]"
[OOC] Abraham: It's always a coincidence when Wenser is involved.
Zinda Tegram: "[Umm, I think so? It's hard to have context with…Metis maybe you shouldn't be rebroadcasting this.]"
[OOC] Abraham: ALWAYS
Spyboy: "[Fascinating coincidence. Remarkable, really.]"
Ingenue: "[Was this confidential? …oops?]"
Abraham remains blissfully unaware of any security breaches that are not named Isabel.
[OOC] Isabel: I thought you assumed your crew was a security breach
[OOC] Ingenue: Abe, never get a neu-comm. It will only lead you to sadness and throbbing forehead veins.
Isabel: "What exactly…-How- are you communicating with the xenos?"
[OOC] Abraham: And my early retirement from the Navy since I won't be able to keep classified stuffs classified.
Isabel: "This…-language- feels a little…odd."
Abraham: "Zinda, Spyboy, and others are within combat range of them."
Ingenue: "With words. And sometimes images. Bursts of data. Oh, and sometimes flares and boarding torches."
Spyboy: "[You should blow her mind. Tell her that Zinda is hanging onto one of their fighters.]"
[OOC] Abraham: I would if I knew.
Ingenue: "Currently, Zinda is hanging onto one of their fighters."
Ingenue: "Would that count as body language?"
Abraham takes that in stride.
Isabel: "hanging…"
Isabel makes a gesture with her hands of clearing her mind
Abraham: "I am beginning to suspect that Zinda has an undiagnosed psychological condition known as 'Action Junkie'."
Isabel: "…Images. You said images. Like…slideshows? pictures?"
Ingenue: "Visual stimulation, yes. Though it is uncertain if their optical receivers function similarly to humans."
[OOC] Isabel: the problem is, isabel can imagine an alien race not using speech. SHe has trouble imagining a human using something else than speech
[OOC] Abraham: … and you call yourself a journalist.
[OOC] Isabel: and human biased
[OOC] Ingenue: Most humans have trouble using something other than speech. No one understands mimes.
[OOC] Abraham: Mimes exist to get XP off of and to get a few more overkills. They sometimes drop items, but I'm usually at cap anyway.
Isabel: "It's just that…it doesn't feel like these are words at all."
Ingenue: "Are they concepts?"
[OOC] Abraham: Humans /journalists/ have been using /print/ as a communications medium… probably for over a millennium by now.
Isabel: "That's…quite an accurate depiction"
[OOC] Isabel: Using bugwylf's words, we are "drawing sounds".
[OOC] Isabel: This is skipping a few steps in the process of communication.
[OOC] Abraham: Biff Bam Pow.
[OOC] Isabel: Now I'm picturing Adam West.
[OOC] Abraham: As well you should be.
Isabel: "If I could talk, or whatever they are doing, with one of them…maybe I could find out more."
Ingenue: "Cognitive linguistics is an interesting field of study, though not a specialty of mine. I will study the extant literature."
Abraham gives Isabel a considering look and decides to allow a calculated bit of surprise through, "You mean you can't?"
Isabel: "Admiral, you -must- capture one of them alive."
[OOC] Isabel: what do you mean i cant? i cant speak to them directly? are you calling me a neph traitor?
Abraham: "I'm hoping that with your help, one of them will surrender it's self into my custody."
Ingenue: "[Zinda, please do not exterminate all of the Nephilim. A living one would be very useful.]"
[OOC] Isabel: BRB
Zinda Tegram: "[How do I ask them for some help with something.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[And that in exchange, we can uh, turn Wensers over. Or something.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Confidential of course.]"
Ingenue: "[What level of confidentiality? I cannot communicate with the Admiral without several marines and other observers overhearing, as well as not-sister.]"
[OOC] Ingenue: So, can the neu-comm tightbeam something to specific targets?
[OOC] Isabel: back
Zinda Tegram: "[Just don't tell the integrated, or elles.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: It would seem that neu-comm conversations are more like the internet. Point-to-point, but rebroadcast to multiple points.
[OOC] Isabel: TheNeucommBay
[OOC] Abraham: Sixty Neutrinos lost at see, all of them drunk except for me…
Ingenue: "Zinda wishes to request the Nephilim's aid in exchange for…" The frame's voice modulates, broadcasting Zinda's request:. "And that in exchange, we can uh, turn Wensers over. Or something." Then resumes Metis' speaking patterns. "Apologies. The request was non-specific."
[OOC] WC GM: What Spyboy said.
[OOC] Abraham: "Also lie and tell them we have cake."
[OOC] Ingenue: So, in order to target something precisely, I would need as few jumps as possible and the target's 'IP address'.
[OOC] Ingenue: Or just encode it.
[OOC] WC GM: Or preferably its physical address.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Isabel is just gonna WTF at that.
[OOC] WC GM: Since that tells you where to transmit to.
[OOC] Ingenue: Are Zinda and Spyboy visible to external sensors? Are said sensors compromised?
[OOC] Isabel: NRC NeucommRelayChat. Now hosting!
Abraham: "Oh you should hear her give the St. Crispin's day speech. It's hilarious."
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy's ship is. Zinda herself is - or at least her spacesuit, within which she is.
Ingenue: "It is? I do not recall ever giving such a speech."
Abraham: "Well, /I/ think it would be hilarious."
Isabel: "Admiral, is there something you are not telling me? Strike that, there's several things you are not telling me, but right now, is there something about the neph-speak that I should be aware?"
Abraham: "Well, not specifically about their speech, but if you recall Metis said that your implants looked sort of Neph-made. It's not impossible that everything you're hearing is being sent to the Nephilim. They have some remarkable FTL communication technologies."
[OOC] Abraham: I assume you were hinting at their Neutrino-coms.
[OOC] Isabel: yes. i've been working on the wrong premise.
Isabel: "And, by chance, you do have a piece of that remarkable FTL communication technology, right."
Abraham: "And yes, there are more than several things I am not telling you. And no, I do not have a piece of this technology. We merely managed to discover some of their broadcasts and work out the medium they used."
Isabel: "Are you able to use them, though?"
[OOC] Abraham: "Sore wa himitsu desu."
Abraham: "No, I don't."
Isabel: "Admiral, this might be the key to solving this odd feeling I have with their language. If I were able to hear them first hand…"
Abraham smiles. "Well, that can certainly be arranged." He calls the bridge and has them send down several of the recording they have taken of the Nephilim's transmissions.
[OOC] Isabel: It's like trying to learn Japanese only with romaji.
Said recordings are transmitted freely.
[OOC] Isabel: Anything else i can get from it?
Said recordings are limited in quantity, though - only the things relayed from the neutrino-radio.
[OOC] Ingenue: It's more like trying to use a tense dictionary to learn C++.
Abraham: "We don't have too many. Hopefully this will be enough."
Ingenue: "[Request is still pending. It is possible that not-sister does not have the data necessary to encode Terran into Nephilim without more data points.]"
[OOC] Abraham: And in these transmission the secret truth of this war. That all this started when Wenser skipped out on his bar tab.
Isabel: "I'm getting fairly certain these were not 'spoken'. Too many sudden shifts in tone - it's like an Uncanny Valley of sound."
Zinda Tegram: "[I, uh, see.]"
Abraham: "Well, I think it's safe to say that the Nephilim do not have a human vocal structure."
Ingenue: "Admiral, is it reasonable to expect accuracy in translation when pertinent information is withheld?"
[OOC] Ingenue: The tone there is more 'curiosity', like piecing through a logic problem, than 'accusatory'.
Abraham: "Your carefully modulated rebuke is well taken, Metis. The transmissions we recovered were sent via neutrinos."
Isabel: "Via neutrinos. Care to elaborate?"
Abraham: "The Nephilim have been using neutrinos as their communications medium like how we are currently using air and radio waves."
Isabel: "If you know this, you should have some way to tap into their networks."
[OOC] Spyboy: Well, duh. I did that weeks ago. Understand…that's another matter.
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, she knows this. SHE WAS READING THE DATA DUMP.
[OOC] Spyboy: Actually.
[OOC] WC GM: That wouldn't have been in the data dump.
Spyboy: "[She KNOWS that. Wasn't she reading the data dump when you picked her up?]"
[OOC] Abraham: I know. I'm trying to figure out a way to bring that to her attention without revealing my condescension.
[OOC] Spyboy: No, but the fact that there was a data dump =p
[OOC] Isabel: yes but that would be admitting that i was intercepting a military info
[OOC] Isabel: …
Ingenue: "[Either said knowledge was not contained within the data dump, or she is prevaricating.]"
Abraham glances at the transmissions she is currently listening to. "Oh." , he deadpans, "You noticed."

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