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[Pharah's been helping out wherever she's needed; pulling on her own training and military experiences. She watches Miller as they work, and can appreciate the thoroughness he brings to the operation. It may be rough, but in a situation like this? It's needed.]

[She herself is feeling proud of what everyone has been able to accomplish, taking a look over everything before turning to head out for the night. When Miller approaches her, she offers him a small smile and nods.]

The city, just a walk for fresh air and maybe something to eat. You are more than welcome to join me.

[He's not short on command and training experience, though he wonders if the intensity of his last nine years, the dedication to his base and to revenge, have robbed him of much of his ability to casually relate to other people. Ironically he's glad as hell for someone to shot up that he can talk work with.]

I've actually only seen most of the city through the materials I've been given. [The maps. The lists of safe businesses. The dangerous districts.] I think I'd like to actually get out into it. [He smooths some of his hair behind his ear before he goes over to join her.] Good work, by the way. What training did you receive?

[She was very impressive. He'd love to get her into the Training Sim Room for a real evaluation against the generated enemies. There was some A++ grade potential with a few of her statistics.]

I was a member of the Egyptian army, discharged with honors. Before that ... [It's complicated doesn't seem to cover it.] Let's just say a large part of my childhood revolved around similar minded people; I had a lot of training in personal defence and martial arts when I was young.

[And part of the reason she was so good had to do with how deeply ingrained those lessons had been - how much a part of her they were. Career military wouldn't have touched the surface; everything she is is focused into that training.]

I am just glad I am able to help. Admittedly, I have not seen much of the city either, but I don't think I would have been able to enjoy it knowing so many people suffered in its walls.

Too much of their economy depended on slavery. The legal structure here doesn't give them much of a chance for absolute establishment of freedom. All they can do now is try to shift their capitalism to favor the businesses that offer gainful employment with benefits for their workers.

[He doubts it'll be anything easy for them to achieve. But he pulls up a list on his MID to show her.]

These are the places that never supported slavery, by the way, if you'd want to visit one of those. It might make the chance for a meal a little less uncomfortable. [And then he could ask the extent of her military experiences. He's a little concerned about the statement about her youth, but then again he's had thoroughly disheartening experiences with child soldiers and wanting something better for them.]

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[Even if they do all they can, they're still much to do for the existing population, and Pharah could only hope that they were able to continue what was started.]

[She looks over the list Miller presents; she'd seen it before, and nods.]

Yes, I am all for any help we can give these establishments, let alone how much more palatable it will make the meal.

[He'll be happy to know she wasn't a child soldier; just a child of one who passed on her skills and teachings to an eager mind (much to her chagrin, later). It will make for interesting conversation if he can get it out of her).]

[He pulls out a brochure with a map, scrawling of his own writing on it, all in Japanese, as he squints past his words to location names. Then back to those notes of trafficker activity- paths he should probably avoid if he didn't want to provoke more combat than necessary.]

There is a place not too far from here. I don't know if you've been on the ship when we've reached habitable planets where restaurants are actually available but you end up with a hell of a variety. Usually there are enough human-similar species that we can mostly trust what we're given to eat. But uh... the menu sometimes comes as a surprise.

[He didn't envy vegetarians or people with food allergies when faced with alien cuisine. And he might have, at one point, eaten something that turned out to have been meat from a sentient being so he tries to be a little more careful about it now, himself.]

Have you ever helped in a revolution before? [It's a revolution now, he supposes. Before them, it was merely armchair progress as far as he was concerned. They've been given the elements of aggression now, for better or worse.]

I haven't been aboard long enough to come across such variety yet, no, but I can only imagine it'll an adventure. I'll trust your judgement on this. [Not that minded an adventure in eating but yes, if she could avoid eating a sentient being, or something that could potentially be poisonous to humans, that would be preferable.]

[She takes a moment to formulate thoughts before answering his question. It's ... complicated. Not all Omnics were bad, and not all humans were good, but there was a second uprising and she was on the other side of it.] In a way, yes. There is one starting in my world, it's a repeat of an earlier contest; the Omnics against the humans. This time, though, it is not as cut and dry. I had an Omnic on my team when we were sent to contain the Anubis God Program. My world is something of a mess right now, I'm just trying to clean it up as best I can.

There's decent trade, so some of the food becomes recognizable between locations. Eventually it starts making a little more sense. But given that the captains think we'll be stopping less...

[The journey had been casual in the beginning, and while he appreciates efficiency and the idea of returning home as quickly as possible, he does wish that they could spend a little more time familiarizing themselves with stops. Send in teams to research the places so that they go in knowing more. He supposes he'll have to take what they can get.]

"Anubis God Program?" [He repeats after her, asking for elaboration and vaguely wondering how it might have contributed to the mess. She's got noble intentions, it seems. Better than his. More along the lines of David's, and the things he's heard him talk about in their future. Kaz wants to fix his own mess, but even determined as he is, he still worries he won't be able to.]

Better enjoy the downtime while we can. [Which quite possibly means change as much for the better as we can before we ship out but that goes without saying.]

[Pharah nods, growing a little more somber.] God Programs are an AI sentience that were capable of hacking into advanced systems and even taking over area Omnics. My team was sent to deal with Anubis after it broke its restraints and a team of engineers failed to corral it. Anubis tried to take over the Omnic on my team, Okoro, who - instead of allowing it to happen - warned us, and shot himself in the head. [She gives a moment over to silent reflection; Okoro had been just as important as anyone else on the team, as Captain Khalil, as Tariq, and his loss didn't hurt any less because he wasn't human.]

Not all Omnics are malevolent, and not all humans are tolerant and forgiving. There's a lot of strife, in a lot of different forms.

[Downtime is on the ship, as far as he's concerned. Any planet-side visit is him scrambling to find purchase, find anything to do with himself.]

[He's known of AI systems, though none so advanced. His mind is instead drawn to the respectful remembrance, as well as his own memories of someone who took his life in that way. Though in that case the reasons were less than noble.]

I guess someone could say that's expected. But to be honest, I've had a lot of trouble gauging "right" and "wrong" for a long time. In terms of loyalty, though, it sounds like you had the perfect comrade on your team. Do you have any chance of getting some of the Omnics that are taken over back?

[Rinzler probably would not like this portion of the story, he suspects.]

Not really, no. There wasn't time in the situation; they attacked and we had to retaliate. As it was, we lost our Captain in the battle. [Which meant she was thrown into the position immediately, and took some struggle to find her footing that would ensure success for the mission as well as bring everyone remaining out alive. They were able to pull it off, but only because she had found a way to rally them all together, to admit her humanity and give them that human connection to fight for.]

I have been accused of simplifying the world, recently, that everything is not as black and white as I would like it to be. But, I look around and think, how can we not help? We're doing the right thing here, yes? I can't imagine anything else. I can't imagine leaving here without doing anything.

[76's conversation was still getting to her.]

There are a lot of shades of gray. But I and some other crew were sold at the same outpost as some of these people. It might not be appropriate to assume moral duty... but it was already their morality and we might as well have given these people the tools to pursue it. I know if I hadn't been rescued, I'd have wanted someone to do it for me.

[His reasons are based in projection, superficial, selfish. But it seemed to have worked and that's all that matters. They'll have a damn harder time selling the next straggling crew that passes through..]

[He finally sees the restaurant, and loosely points with his left hand, still favoring it notably over his right.] I think that place is good enough. [It didn't look classy, but it was on the list of friendly establishments. And even if he perceives himself more stately and respectable now, truth is he'd be fine with a dive as much as he ever was.]

[That eases some of her inner demons; it reminds her how much closer this is than just tourists stopping by. She knew people effected by it. She knew people who would be eased by their involvement. It was right, and she shouldn't let 76 muddy that for her.]

This will work. [She doesn't need fancy; if it's edible and - hopefully - non-lethal, it'll work.]

[It's a bar type of establishment at that. Lines of shiny stools with red tops along the stretch of it, and elsewhere high tables with long-legged chairs to sit at. The furniture is well worn; an older place, obviously with regular busy periods, but right now it's slow and there's a big electronic wall menu (with one screen flickering, tho it stops when the man behind the bar taps at it) that Kaz stands there and looks at.]

Can you tell me more about the Omnics? [Seeming to have come to some sort of conclusion, Miller finds a stool to occupy.] Might be relevant to a friend of mine.

[If only superficially, vaguely. While it's like saying that some other bipedal vaguely person shaped alien is like a human, they're at least right in that it's bipedal and organic. A few inescapable traits.]

Oh, really? [She looks over the menu until she finds something agreeable, then slides into a stool next to him.]

What would you like to know, in particular?

[Kaz sits and waits for the bartender to finish what they're doing, so he can pass on his own order.]

Their personalities, mostly. How individual are they? How many changes do they go through? How do they compare to organics.

Their minds and personalities are as individual as you and I, but they don't follow the same personal evolution as a human.

[She orders something simple, but filling; it's been a long day.]

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sorrrry this took so long!