Session 6 8

The lago reporter nods. "M E T I S, that's how you spell it?"
Metis: "Correct."
LagoReporter: "So. A nature preserve, to contain Metis's siblings. Admiral, I take it you approve of this idea?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: "If I didn't approve, I'd have napalmed the thing and dumped it to space."
Abraham: "It has definite merit. The biggest concern is setting up the automated satellites to broadcast that this is a preserve, but that should not be a problem."
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
LagoReporter: "Alright. While I'm here, is there anything else you would like me to report?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: All I can think is something about the jabberwocky =/
[OOC] Metis: Twas brillig, and all that jazz?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeh
[OOC] Abraham: Back
Spyboy Pearson: "I don't know why you're giving me that look. I deal in secrets."
Abraham cocks an eyebrow at that. "Traditionally, it is not the duty of the military to tell reporters what to report. In fact, there has been a rather large outcry whenever we have tried in the past."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Admiral, we're starting to see publication already. Fortunately, most of the press is about an attack on the press conference, and we're portrayed as acting swiftly to secure it."
LagoReporter: "Of course. But I'm getting your side of the story anyway."
Metis: "It isn't? Isn't that the entire point of classified information?"
Metis: "Making something that cannot be reported?"
Abraham: "Telling them what /not/ to report is not the same as telling them what to report."
LagoReporter: "So Metis. What's it like being The Mother's - err, Zinda's - daughter?"
Spyboy Pearson: "In all fairness, Admiral, that's what press releases are for."
Zinda Tegram gulps.
Zinda Tegram: "Calling them Metis's siblings is…not entirely accurate."
Metis: "It is a highly educational experience."
Zinda Tegram: "But they are patterned after her."
LagoReporter: "Her cousins, then? Or daughters?"
LagoReporter: "Metis, what kinds of things have you most learned from Zinda?"
Zinda Tegram coughs.
Zinda Tegram: "Is that…uh.."
Abraham shrugs. "Tell them the truth. Persons unknown attacked the conference and they were killed in the attack. And while we have suspicions about who was behind the attack, it would be irresponsible to voice them until an investigation either exonerates or confirms them."
Metis: "That ice cream is one of the most delightful things in the universe."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: brb
Abraham: "And she hasn't even had pistachio yet."
LagoReporter: "…ice cream?"
Zinda Tegram face palms.
Zinda Tegram: "Metis, honey…"
Metis: "That saturation bombing of opposing forces is the only way to be sure you have cleared the area. But, yes. Ice cream."
[OOC] Abraham: I would accept ice cream as the answer to life, the universe and everything.
Zinda Tegram: "I…Metis!"
[OOC] Abraham: No, You…Zinda. She…Metis.
Zinda Tegram: "I'm sorry, she must be taking lessons from my flying. That's unintentional…"
Zinda Tegram: "Umm. b-but ice cream, uh, I bought her some and…she really liked it, I guess. Once I explained what liking was."
Metis: "Yes, I am not very good at flying yet. I crashed last time I tried."
LagoReporter: "A trainer fighter, hopefully?"
Metis: "No, it was Zinda's fighter."
LagoReporter: "…the Sterne Lanze?"
Metis: "She was understandably angry. There was no ice cream for several days."
Spyboy Pearson: "She didn't get her torch out, though, so that's something. Metis is definitely a moderating influence."
Metis: "I am?"
Zinda Tegram: "She…I mean, uh…"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yup, like the coolant in a fission reactor."
Zinda Tegram: "N-next question please."
Abraham: "I think we can all agree that you bring out the best in Zinda."
Spyboy Pearson: "Without it….boom."
Zinda Tegram: "A-and, I've never drawn my torch on my daughter!"
Spyboy Pearson: "See? Moderating influence."
LagoReporter: "If you will be staying planetside tonight, The Snow Rabbit has just extended an all-you-can-eat private party invitation, as a thank you. Ah, the shop's owner specifies that extends to all their desserts, not just the ice cream."
Zinda Tegram binks.
Metis 's eyes widen.
Zinda Tegram looks at Metis, then looks at the reporter, then looks at Metis.
Metis: "All you can eat?"
LagoReporter: "It's only good for tonight, though. And, ah, only their current supplies *if* that's an issue."
Zinda Tegram: "I…oh geez…"
Spyboy Pearson: "We may need to hurry, though."
Spyboy Pearson: "Can Oldziey afford to wait?"
Zinda Tegram: "A-Abraham, when will we be ready to move?"
LagoReporter: "There is the matter of the station you are towing. Were you intending to park it in Armstrong orbit?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: I can't even remember.
Zinda Tegram sighs.
Abraham: "Yes, actually."
Spyboy Pearson frowns
Spyboy Pearson: "How classified is their project?"
Spyboy Pearson tilts his head
Spyboy Pearson: "Actually, I suppose it'll be exposed the instant they go for another trial run."
Abraham: "Zinda, we are prepared to move out as soon as this conference is completed."
Spyboy Pearson: "Are we clear to make a release on it?"
Abraham: "Their project is classified."
[OOC] Metis: brb
Spyboy Pearson: "Understood."
Zinda Tegram: "I-I see."
LagoReporter: "I'm the only reporter left, so if you want to end, just give me a ride back to Armstrong. …if you can't make it planetside, and I can borrow the ride a bit longer, The Snow Rabbit would like to return the ride with a care package."
Zinda Tegram: "I'm sorry to say that I will be unable to attend their party."
[OOC] Abraham: comma scrooge.
Zinda Tegram: "O-or…"
Spyboy Pearson: "….Do they know that? Because, like I said, they'll blow that the instant they test it again…"
Zinda Tegram: "I can fly you back."
Abraham: "Who is this 'Snow Rabbit'? Sounds positively chilling."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Sounds like a Lago bar.
LagoReporter: "Ah, would you? I'll ask him to get the package to the spaceport."
Heggy: "Best carrot juice in the system."
[OOC] Metis: back
Spyboy Pearson: "Fermented or otherwise."
LagoReporter: "It's a lago-owned dessert bar. Carrot-and-cold is their specialty."
LagoReporter: "You've never had carrot ice cream, right?"
Spyboy Pearson whispers "Don't worry, there's lots of added sugar."
Abraham: "That sounds unbearably healthy."
Spyboy Pearson: "Hence the added sugar."
Heggy: "They candy the carrots, too. They're really tasty."
Metis: "I have not."
Zinda Tegram: "I…I do think it would be good for Metis to be exposed to more, uh, consumer culture, so…"
Abraham: "Well, Zinda. Shall we delay your impending life and death struggle for my impending life and death struggle with… candied carrot ice cream? Frankly, I think you got it easy."
SnowRabbitOwner: "[Oh, hey, Michael and Heggy. I thought the reports sounded familiar. It's me, Chop. You kids finally tie the knot yet?]"
Zinda Tegram: "…I can hold my own against anyone from Oldziey…probably."
Spyboy Pearson: "[….You're Integrated!?]"
Chop: "[Yeah, but keep it a secret, will ya? Most of my employees aren't.]"
Chop: "[You know those ladies you're tagging along with are starting something like a religion, right?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Copy that.]"
Heggy: "[Yeah, we got married a couple years ago.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[…I'm not surprised.]"
Chop: "['The Mother' this, 'The Prototype' that. And then there's that admiral.]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Exposition! <3
Chop: "['Course, if half of what I've heard is true…I haven't kept up with the news, but did you guys really bring a whole planet into the system, and change its course so it'll head out again?]"
[OOC] Metis: Is that broadcast on public neu-comm?
[OOC] WC GM: It's 'private' to Spyboy and Heggy, but they can rebroadcast and Chop would not know.
Spyboy Pearson: "[…..Not quite. The planet was already coming. We just convinced the pilots to turn it around.]"
Heggy: "[How's the Admiral working into the religion?]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: *Zinda just convinced
[OOC] Abraham: Clearly I am the chosen son. I am Batman.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: *the plant-being that replaced Zinda just convinced
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …yeah.
Chop: "[Oh, I hear a few people - not even just Integrated - ascribing deeds to him like to any religious figure. Stuff like unveiling a planet full of Kilrathi, actually getting the factions on Amaal to get along for once - and, well, misinterpretations about discovering us and Elles.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Huh.]"
Heggy: "…We really need to release a documentary when this is done."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah. We'd make a killing."
Chop: "[People are starting to speak about how he's on track to reunite us with the Confederation, and beyond - I heard some talk about how he's the best hope for getting back to the home worlds, and I don't think they meant Sol.]"
Chop: "[Well. That's mostly the twins talking about that. Don't suppose you know them?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[I'd love to know where you heard that….]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[…No. Who are the twins?]"
Chop sends an image - yep. Wenser and Wenser.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Aside from Wenser, which is painfully ob-
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Welp.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Like…Wenseralikes, or basically Admiral Wenser?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Curious about the religion we're starting.
[OOC] WC GM: The latter, in different street clothes, a bit disguised but you autopass on seeing through it. Neither one dressed admirally.
[OOC] Metis: Like most religions, it ends in death. But don't worry, after a quick trip through the underworld, we'll be back! Except… there is no robot underworld. Okay, there is: cyberspace.
Chop: "[Funny thing. The way they were talking…if they weren't human, I'd almost think they were Integrated with damaged transmitters so they're falling back on speech, but building on what they once shared.]"
[OOC] Abraham: What else could 4chan possibly be other than Robot Hell?
Spyboy Pearson: "[Huh.]"
Spyboy Pearson sends a transcript of the conversation to his computer, then passes the computer to the Admiral.
Spyboy Pearson: "Sir, I know Oldziey has priority, but now I REALLY want to know what they dug up at White…"
Chop: "[Anyway. Let me know when this Mother of yours will be landing, so I know when to have a driver at the spaceport.]"
Chop: "[I'll have him wait just outside the security cordon in a company car. It'll be hard to miss.]"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: I'm thinking Oscar Meier Carrot.
Abraham glances at the transcript, glances at Spyboy and mouths 'Neutrinos?'. He nods at Spyboy's confirmation and reads the transcript.
Zinda Tegram proceeds to lower the Sterne Lanze down into the Snow Rabbit parking lot. Illegally, of course.
Spyboy Pearson: "[I don't think she cares much about spaceports.]"
Metis: "Oooh. Yes. White. White needs investigation."
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - - - 0 (Base: 6 Total: 3) (Piloting to perfectly place the Sterne Lanze in a parking space.)
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: ….welp
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …born in the cockpit to re-roll. I am not thirsting for FP
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - - + - (Base: 6 Total: 4)
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Chessa, f*ck you.
Chop: "[…so I see.]"
[OOC] Metis: Did Zinda crash the Stern Lanze? Ha! See? I /told/ you the port stabilizer needed recalibration!
Zinda manages to - barely - avoid damaging any of the vehicles in said lot, but it is a spectacle. The reporter gets out just as a lago - some teenage part-timer, judging by looks - runs up with two large boxes, placing them inside the open hatch as if loading a truck.
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…I'm handling the authorities. Admiral, get her out of there SOON please if we're to avoid an incident."
Abraham is far too classy to laugh out loud at the transcript. His dad asked him to not reenlist and instead become a priest like his brother. Looks like he's getting his wish after all.
Abraham very easily hears a stressed edge in his XO's voice.
Zinda Tegram waves at the owner and stretches in the parking lot for a second before looking back up into her ship.
[OOC] WC GM: I.e.: ExecutiveOfficer is now taking Composure consequences on Zinda's behalf.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Heehee.
Abraham sighs. "Okay, who has she assaulted now?"
Zinda Tegram climbs back in and takes off again.
The XO, instead of giving a verbal response, pipes through a police car cam view - centered on the Sterne Lanze - to a monitor near Abraham.
Spyboy Pearson dumps the recording of some of the Integrated eyewitnesses to his computer. He and Heggy have some home movies to watch over popcarrot tonight!
[OOC] WC GM: Actually - Alertness for Zinda and Spyboy.
Abraham is not quite classy enough to hold in his bark of laughter. "Oh, I am going to hold that o-ver her head." he singsongs. Back to serious. "Okay it looks like she's on her way back, so I think we can all breath now."
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: 0 + + - (Base: 5 Total: 6) (Alertness)
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: 0 + + - (Base: 3 Total: 4) (Alertness)
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Sorry, missed that.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Let's tag uh
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: 360 degree cockpit.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah, 6 is too low.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Because I like 8 it's a good number.
There, hidden in the back of the shop…two Wensers, taking cover but not acting in sync. And a third person, clearly hiding with them but not looking alike.
Zinda Tegram hovers above the diner for a second and points the neutrino radio at them.
Spyboy Pearson keys into Heggy, Zinda, and Metis's neucomms.
Zinda Tegram: "[Cya.]"
There is no immediate response.
Spyboy Pearson: "[Looks like - welp, never mind. Forgot how Zinda feels about secrets.]"
Zinda Tegram takes off.
Spyboy Pearson: "[Based on what the store owner said, they're regulars - they can wait until we get back from Oldziey.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Yeah.]"
Zinda Tegram: "Abraham, mind if we move the contents of the, uh, care package to quarantine and take a look at it once it's aboard?"
It is easy to tell the boxes are powered. They look like refrigerated containers, of a standard model with a 24 hour battery life.
Abraham frowns at that. "Okay, that can be done. Mind telling me if I'm 'quarantining' something in or everyone else out?"
Metis: "Both."
Spyboy Pearson: "I think she's worried about the two Wensers we saw in the store."
Spyboy Pearson: "They're the same ones, I believe, as in the transcript I gave you."
Abraham: "Okay, XO, set up a quarantine area for out… care package, please."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda's such a public embarrassment to Abraham I love it.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Just the care package, or for pilot and passenger too?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: I can't wait for the day Abraham tells Spyboy to assassinate Zinda. I MEAN UH
[OOC] Metis: You mean the day Spyboy is tired of living?
[OOC] Abraham: Are you kidding? Assassinating Zinda? That /is/ living!
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: One day, Zinda is going to die of natural causes. On that day, Metis will kill Spyboy because she can only assume he killed her in such a way as even Metis would be unable to tell the difference.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I could see Spyboy having a hard time winning that fight.
Abraham has an expression on his face devoid of any possible guile. "Pilot and passenger as well. No idea if there contagious after all."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Just kidding! Zinda's going to start a fight in a bar and get knifed.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Dick. Hahahaha.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: ….Spyboy will be in a coma while this happens. Metis will kill him in revenge anyway.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahahaha, face it you guys like Zinda. : P
[OOC] Metis: Metis would never kill Spyboy. You learn so much more from a living body. How else will she study higher brain functions?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Like Ren said. Assassinating Zinda IS living! =p
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Nice and subtle. I like it!
There is perhaps too much satisfaction in the XO's voice. "Roger that. Quarantining the whole Sterne Lanze upon arrival. I'll set up a mini-shield, strong enough that even her torch might not be able to penetrate. It won't last forever, but long enough for quarantine scanning protocols."
Spyboy Pearson pauses.
Spyboy Pearson: "That 'might' worries me…"
Spyboy Pearson: "…Eh, worst case, it's not like we can't say we only did what she asked."
Abraham: "And while she's quarantined and can't run away, we can discuss her parking ticket."
Spyboy Pearson starts perusing files. Does Kali have an office in-system?
ExecutiveOfficer: "Her torch is modeled on starship weapons. Heavy starship weapons. If its range weren't so limited, I'd have no qualms mounting it on our fighters."
Spyboy Pearson: "Better you than me, sir."
Spyboy Pearson: "Well, I take that back. I'd love to be the one 'discussing' the parking ticket with her but I'm pretty sure it'd turn into a shouting match."
Abraham: "Well, when Zinda, let me say that again, Zinda, says the word 'quarantine' in cold blood, I find it's best to take it seriously."
Zinda Tegram glides into the hangar.
Zinda Tegram: "I'm back."
Spyboy Pearson: "Dunno. She's station-born. We can be weird about things like that."
Zinda Tegram slowly lowers her fighter onto the pad and starts undoing her flight harness.
The Sterne Lanze arrives in short order as normal. The quarantine field snaps into place just before it touches down, so as to surround it on all sides.
Spyboy Pearson: "For all I know, she's weirded out about the fact that the milk in the ice cream comes from cows."
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…What?"
Abraham: "To be honest, I've found the station-born tend to know what they're talking about when it comes to that."
Zinda Tegram: "Quarantine…me too huh? Haha, very funny."
Spyboy Pearson: "I mean, seriously, sir. Did you know about that? Like…the inside of animals."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Abraham's orders, Zinda. Talk to him."
Zinda Tegram: "Nah it's fine."
Zinda Tegram leans back in her seat.
Zinda Tegram: "I've got the desserts in here after all."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: For the record, Metis didn't go with Zinda, did she?
ExecutiveOfficer: "That's part of what he's quarantining."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Nope.
Zinda Tegram: "Oh I know."
[OOC] Metis: No. Or, if she did, I didn't know. I was robo-napped!
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah, that shield's not gonna last. =D
Abraham looks at Spyboy seriously. "The first time I made ice cream, I was eight years old, and I made it from the milk I milked myself."
Zinda Tegram starts to pull the care package out of the back of her fighter and sets it down on the ground beneath her fighter.
There is, indeed, a quarantine shield between Metis and ice cream. What does Metis do?
Spyboy Pearson: "….creepy."
Metis waits. The shield will fall before the ice cream melts.
[OOC] Metis: Though I should probably take an 'ice cream' aspect just for compels such as this.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: The shield. WILL. FALL.
Abraham: "I'll have you know, it was delicious. And /almost/ everybody survived."
Zinda Tegram pulls some sensors out of the Sterne Lanze and starts scanning the care package, as indicated by oldziey procedures when bringing aboard cargo.
The two boxes prove to be full mostly of gallons of normal ice cream - about half carrot-flavored, most of the rest various berries, then a few gallons of Terran staples such as chocolate and mint - and cones. Were the Roland at full normal crew compliment, there would be enough for a cone for everyone; between automation and subsequent upgrades, the Roland's crew is much reduced, resulting in more ice cream per capita.
Spyboy Pearson shudders
There are also various gourmet desserts, such as ice-cream-filled eclairs.
Abraham and Spyboy enter the intercom to speak to… the patient. Yes. The patient. "So, Zinda. What is all this about?"
Zinda's sensors easily pick up the Roland's own quarantine sensors chiming in, repeating her scans.
Zinda Tegram: "Just figured it might be smart to check it out before distributing it.'
Zinda Tegram: "Seems to check out though."
Zinda Tegram smiles, removes an eclair, sits down by her ship, and starts eating it in full view of the hangar crew.
Abraham: "And does it check out. Is it, in fact, ice cream?"
[OOC] Abraham: In full view of her daughter?
Zinda Tegram: "Seems to be, yep."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: And yes, assuming Metis is checking out the shipment coming in.
Zinda Tegram: "Mm! Sh'good, too!"
[OOC] Metis: Could Metis' more invasive sensors penetrate the quarantine field?
Zinda Tegram holds the eclair up and points to it.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Scans confirm. All that's in there is desserts, and weapons originally of Oldziey make."
Spyboy Pearson: "Also radioactive exhaust, of course."
[OOC] WC GM: Easily. Metis also has access to the Roland's quarantine scans.
[OOC] Metis: Dessert and Oldziey weapons. Those are a few of Zinda's favorite things?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Unless Zinda has upgraded the Stern Lanz with Confed engines…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No, Sterne Lanze had to get retrofitted remember?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Confed wouldn't let her fly it without doing that.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Not since the refit."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Cuz otherwise she'd be spewing radioactive exhaust over ice cream parlors left and right =D
ExecutiveOfficer: "Also, Zinda's self-quarantine appears to be holding."
Spyboy Pearson: "Eh, so they say."
Spyboy Pearson: "[I can't believe Zinda would ask Metis to be kept away from ice cream like that.]"
Zinda Tegram: "So, we good?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "I'm not picking up that she's sporing at this time."
Abraham calls the doc up over the intercom. "Doctor, you have read the reports. Is it wise, in your medical opinion, to lift the quarantine?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh my god haha you dick
[OOC] Abraham: No no no. My full name and title, if you please. KING RICHARD!
Doctor: "I believe the morale boost would outweigh the health consequences of excessive sugar consumption."
Doctor: "In moderate amounts."
Abraham: "Hm… well, if you are quite certain doctor, then there is no need for the quarantine any longer."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Metis is hypnotized by the ice cream and didn't twig to the trasmit.
Abraham: "And that means there is no medical reason why Zinda got that parking ticket."
Abraham tsks.
The quarantine field dissolves. It had been keeping Zinda, the boxes, and the Sterne Lanze about 20 centimeters above the floor; they are abruptly dumped a distance just far enough to disrupt, but not injure.
Doctor: "…if I may, sir. She has a chronic case of being Zinda."
Doctor: "Quite acute, too."
Abraham: "Is it contagious. We can get that quarantine back up, if you think it's best."
Metis: "There is nothing medically wrong with Zinda. Stop obstructing the ice cream."
Doctor: "No, no. It may be terminal, but it is a direct danger only to herself and her daughter, and you have been treating her daughter."
There is, in fact, nothing now between Metis and the ice cream.
Abraham: "Ah. So it's hereditary. And it's not curable?"
[OOC] WC GM: …if this were combat time, Metis would so get initiative.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Heggy would be shooting for it.
Heggy tries to beat Metis to the ice cream, but fails.
Doctor: "Not curable, although Michael seems to be able to put it into remission at times."
Metis shares with Heggy. They both win.
Abraham put the first spoonful in his mouth and considers it. His was better. His mommy said so.
Spyboy Pearson shrugs and remains on the bridge, shuffling through transmissions that had been routed to and from Kali. They're all tightly encrypted, of course, but..
A squad of marines shows up to handle distribution of the rest of the crew's portion.
Spyboy Pearson doesn't tap into Heggy's tastebuds. That would be cheating.
[OOC] WC GM: But does Heggy transmit her delight to Spyboy anyway?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Spyboy loves cheating.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: I imagine Heggy and Metis are also swapping taste-datastreams.
[OOC] Metis: Do not say that to a marriage counselor. They will not understand.
The XO looks over at Spyboy. "Are we going to David next, Lieutenant?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Station's released and in a stable orbit. If we have any last words for them, now's the time."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Is that the way that Kali went?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: …Wasn't Wenser in David, or did Kali 'nudge him out?'
Spyboy Pearson passes that message to Abraham.
[OOC] WC GM: Where hasn't Wenser been? But David is among Kali's usual stomping grounds.
Spyboy Pearson: "I'd certainly like the path through Mahavier - give us a chance to check on the plantpeople - but Kali went through David and we might pick up something important on her trail."
Zinda Tegram stretches out.
Spyboy Pearson: "….Actually…we might be better off coming in the other jump point, in case there's a pitched battle…no, flanking doesn't work in space, never mind."
ExecutiveOfficer: "They're not back in Mahavier yet." He points to a chart of Armstrong, with the planet's course plotted toward the jump point.
Spyboy Pearson: "…Good point. I'd rather not chance going through a jump point with a planet - or lack thereof - destabilizing it."
Spyboy Pearson: "I'll check with the Admiral, but I think it'd be alright if we set course for the David jump point."
Spyboy Pearson checks with the Admiral, as he said.
Abraham: "Okay, last words: 'Good luck with the project. We're all rooting for you.'"
Spyboy gets a view of the XO - he has seen him like this before, of course, but more often on a radio connection than in person, especially without Abraham present. He is…not small, precisely, but mousy with a spider-like aspect, aware of everything going on on his bridge, often conveying orders nonverbally - typing helps with this, but just now he nods at the navigation officer, and that is enough to get a course to David set.
Abraham: "Yes, the David Jump point, then on through to Oldziey."
Nor does he even bother the communications officer. The XO just clips out Abraham's message from the intercomm transmission and pastes it to a tight-beam to the station.
Spyboy Pearson nods to the XO and, in sepulchral tones, states, "The Abrahim has spoken."
[OOC] Metis: ….Spyboy, don't look directly at the space-camera.
ExecutiveOfficer: "'The Abrahim'?"
[OOC] Abraham: And with my dulcet tones, everything that comes out of my mouth is nothing less than a song.
The chef-marines arrive on the bridge, handing out ice cream. All the bridge officers take theirs with barely a look - Michael knows they had already been discussing the flavors via text as the ice cream was en rout-…
…something seems VERY familiar about this to Michael.
[OOC] Metis: Glitch in the matrix?
[OOC] WC GM: Along those lines. Both more and less.
Spyboy Pearson continues typing while he chases down the feeling…
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Anyone reading over his shoulder will realize the words have stopped making sense, but anyone else will not be able to tell anything has changed.
[OOC] WC GM: Does he share this with Heggy or Metis? Pure feeling does not translate as well to neu-radio; he'd have to phrase it to share with Zinda.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Good thought. He'd probably be more likely to think of neucomm than I. Also, should I roll Awareness?
[OOC] WC GM: Communications, actually. Metis too, if it's being shared.
[OOC] WC GM: Though Metis can use Engineering.
Spyboy Pearson continues to type, but his mind is also wide open to his wife and his…niece?
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: 0 0 0 + (Base: 10 Total: 11) (Communications + My Alien Wife Is In My Head + Evidential Database (Ingenue's Aspect))
Metis rolled up 4dF: + - 0 + (Base: 6 Total: 7) (Engineering for glitch analysis)
[OOC] Metis: Nooooooo, my aspect…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: heehee
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Scope rules mean I can pull from your character at my cost in fate points, I believe =D
[OOC] Metis: Yes. Which is why I have a list of everyone else's aspects that are easily taggable by me. I just haven't needed said list.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: If I'd thought about it, I'd have pulled in "Till Death Do Our Minds Part"
Information analysis, using all modes of communication available, side-bandwidth to discuss less important things, resulting in efficient planning…
Spyboy Pearson blinks as he spots the parallel
…something that Terran military teaches, but has become more apparent in the Roland's command structure since Chandley…
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: To wit: the bridge crew is acting like the Integrated…
[OOC] WC GM: Low tech, not *as* efficient, but yes.
[OOC] WC GM: Also parallels to what he's seen of the plantwork, but closer to the Integrated.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just good organization or?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: think maybe we have an integrated crew?
Spyboy Pearson hastily backspaces all the gibberish he just typed in.
[OOC] WC GM: Good organization, trust and teamwork, and license to talk about what they need to talk about.
[OOC] Abraham: Nah, my crew just has good teamwork.
[OOC] WC GM: It's not an Integrated crew by any means.
[OOC] Metis: Preparing mnemonic virus for upload.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: YET.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: We've just gone far enough down this quest chain that if we don't get the Bad End, we'll get the Integrated End, as opposed to the Terraphilim End or the Kali End.
[OOC] Metis: I think we've still got room for the 'Zinda Ascendant' end, since that's just a binary 'Did Zinda annex the galaxy y/n?' flag on the last mission.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahaha
Spyboy Pearson leans back in his chair and muses.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Everything alright, Lieutenant?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Just some thoughts."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Like?"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Hey, Zinda. When you probed the Wensers at the bar, did you adjust for Nephilim transmitters?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Uh…no? Is that a thing?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[I'm…not really sure. I do, but then, I'm usually working on a lower level than you…]"
Spyboy Pearson: "I'm wondering about the Wenserbots we saw at the Snow Bunny."
Spyboy Pearson: "They…didn't respond to neutrino comms, one bit."
Spyboy Pearson: "And the two we saw on the ship, who infiltrated as reporters? They obviously weren't thinking on the same wavelength like most do."
The XO raises an eyebrow, then opens an intercom to Abraham and replays Spyboy's lines.
Spyboy Pearson: "I'm just wondering if they can't - which seems possible, since damage happens - though it's kinda coincidental for four of them to have the same problem - or if they won't, due to fear of hijacking….or mind control…"
Abraham: "That's interesting and new, which is invariably bad. Do you have any theories?"
Spyboy Pearson: "No, just hypotheses at this point, and the alternative would be…heh."
Spyboy Pearson: "In retrospect, the alternative would be to take Metis to an all-night ice cream party at the Snow Bunny."
Spyboy Pearson: "But Oldziey has people dying now."
Spyboy Pearson: "Hopefully the 'Twins' will keep."
Metis: "[People not dying is more important than ice cream?]"
Abraham: "Yes, Oldziey has to take priority."
Abraham: "And by the same token, I am not keen on allowing a legally incompetent AI alone without supervision or a parental figure."
[OOC] Metis: So you stick it with Zinda?
[OOC] Abraham: I'm talking about Zinda.
Spyboy Pearson: "[Yes. And ask Zinda. It's one of the things she agrees with me on, which should tell you how serious it is.]"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Heh
[OOC] Metis: Ice cream and saturation bombings! Oh.
Abraham: "So, as you said, they will just have to keep."
Abraham: "On the other hand, and I realize this is probably a bad idea so if you say so it will only be confirming what I already suspect, do any of the Integrated work at the Snow Bunny? Is it possible to ask one of them to keep an eye on them?"
Metis: "[Prioritization reshuffle: LIFE > ICE CREAM;]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah, I'll get on that."
ExecutiveOfficer: "We can head for David as soon as you give the okay, sir. We'll check in with Kali once we're through the jump point, assuming she's still there."
Spyboy Pearson: "[Chop, you still up?]"
Chop: "[Right here. Enjoying the package?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Seems unlikely. She's gone dark…"
Chop: "[Thanks for the publicity, by the way.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[So not too much trouble with the cops, I take it?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "It could be Zinda was dead-on about how effective her invasion was gonna be."
Chop: "[Ah, they're mad at your hotshot, not me. So what's up?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Do you mind keeping an eye on the Twins for me? I'd really like to have a word with them when we get back.]"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Noted."
Chop: "[How do you mean? I don't spy on my customers once they leave the shop.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[They there a lot?]"
Chop: "[Off and on. More on lately, though.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Hmm. Not sure how far I can push this contact."
Chop: "[Tell you what. You gonna be back here soon? I'll give you a raincheck on that ice cream party. If you got business with them, I can tell you when they're here.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Works for me. Ice cream is going down really well, by the way.]"
Chop: "[It's the least thanks I can give you.]"
Chop: "[Glad to hear it! Don't tell the others, but I overstocked.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[And the 'Daughter' is really glad you packed enough for a full-manned carrier, when we're so automated.]"
Chop: "[…you're automated? When did this happen?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Repairs after Chandley. Crew's down a bit in size. Still more than near about any other Navy ship, but less than it used to be.]"
Chop: "[Ah, your gain. Just don't go on a sugar buzz while you're flying. Unless that helps you out, in which case, do!]"
[OOC] WC GM: Anything further before hitting David? I think David should be next session, at this point. This pint, even.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: mm. Alright.
Abraham: "Are you actually in contact right now with the person who will be keeping an eye on the twins for us?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes. You need something?"
Spyboy Pearson: "I'm kinda tempted to ask him to tell them the 'Abrahim' told them to stay put, but I don't know how they'll respond and I'd rather not risk them going berserk."
Abraham makes a face, "Please don't."
Abraham: "Yes actually, this is the most important thing. Make sure they understand that they are not to provoke them in anyway. If they think, even slightly, that they are in any danger what so ever, and please convey this bit as I convey it to you in separate sentences for emphasis, Back. Off. Immediately. Their life is far more important than any information they might learn."
Spyboy Pearson: "Copy that."
Spyboy Pearson: "[Hey, Chop? Got a message from the Admiral.]"
[OOC] Abraham: Shall I roll an Oratory to place the tag 'All Due Caution' on Chop?
Spyboy Pearson: "[Our working hypothesis - and it's just a hypothesis - is that the Twins are extremely dangerous.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Which means don't provoke them. We saw one person who looked just like them take out another with a rocket punch.]"
[OOC] WC GM: Nah. Spyboy's the one who'd roll, if you want.
Spyboy Pearson: "[So if you get at all worried, back off, get clear. It's not worth the risk.]"
Chop: "[…got it. And don't tip 'em off that I know, right?]"
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: 0 + - 0 (Base: 2 Total: 2) (Oratory to place the tag 'All Due Caution' on Chop.)
[OOC] Abraham: NO CHOP, don't fight this!!!
[OOC] WC GM: He has no reason to resist, so pass.
Spyboy Pearson: "[Bingo. There's a lot of potential there - so we want to talk with them as soon as we can, they're just not at the top of the list.]"
[OOC] Abraham: Yay!
Chop: "[Mind if I warn the others?]"
Chop: "[I mean, if they're that dangerous.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Yeah, as long as you think they can keep it on the down-low. If we're right, and the Twins think you know what they are, there's no telling how they'll respond. They could disappear - or they could start killing.]"
Chop: "[Alright, passing it along no-]"
Chop: "[…uh. You…you said 'Twins', right?]"
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, I think I said twins.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy did too.
[OOC] Metis: Its the Wenser armada!
Spyboy Pearson: "[….How many are there now?]"
Chop passes along a map of Armstrong, zoomed in on the capital city but displaying the rest of the planet more compressed. Several thousand dots are highlighted. "[It's a whole freakin' demographic! And apparently they look like one of the admirals, Wenser.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Yeah. That sounds….just about right.]"
[OOC] Abraham: That means a sa-les opportunity!
Chop: "[I see. Alright. Message relayed. We'll track 'em for you, see if we can spot any patterns by the time you're back.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Admiral, got something interesting for you."
Spyboy Pearson: "My contact passed the word…and got some back."
Abraham: "Well, that's never a good sign. What did you learn?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Gimme a moment, I've got a good logend…
Spyboy Pearson pops up the map.
Spyboy Pearson: "All those dots? Guess who they look like?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Good news is, from intercepted Nephilim transmissions, we know what the Nephs call these guys."
Spyboy Pearson: "……Wenser."

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