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"Let them in, and take them out."
Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together:
During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone.
A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities.
They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed.
The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress.
The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape.
Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death.
Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped.
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there.
The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff.
Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea.
The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave.
After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship.
Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip.
The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub.
Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The captains remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together.
Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance.
☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd
Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded.
Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something.
☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th
Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush.
☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th
And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows:
audio log 1
audio log 2
audio log 3
audio log 4
audio log 5
☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th
Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful.
Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them.
Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element.
When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it.
The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them.
Step through the Ingress and
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cruisin through a couple of these
It's the second floor that strikes them all with the reality of the situation, and even here, his pragmatism doesn't fail as he begins moving around checking for weaponry. So Angela stays close by, produces a face mask and some peppermint oil to dab inside, and dons it to begin checking the bodies for much of what she already suspected.
It's no formal autopsy by any means, but their cause of death is all quite obvious. What she does from there is close eyes, rearrange limbs, and produce some of the bedding from her pacdisc to wrap the bodies with the surplus of sheets she'd brought with her. It would spare some of the weaker-minded or the children present from the sight awaiting them, and she moves steadily along the bodies already checked by others to restore some dignity to them.
Likewise, she doesn't miss when 76 is chastised time and again for the dose of reality he presents in his actions, and eventually she's caught up to him once more. She isn't here to scold him; quite the opposite. ]
What have you found?
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He’d be prouder if it wasn’t bad news for him.
Luckily, there’s a concrete task at hand, and 76 is busying himself with assembling and disassembling the weapons he finds, checking them for functionality and sorting supplies that can be packed away just in case. Angela takes something of a more compassionate approach to the task, but she doesn’t chastise him the way others have. He’s a little more relieved about that then he’ll ever let on, enough that he doesn’t quite mind when she asks him a question.]
Weapons mostly. Ammo. Basic supplies.
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He shouldn't be surprised she doesn't chastise him, really. Not when he knows her far better than she him. Angela is a pacifist and she once held far more hope in others than they rightfully deserved, and she largely still does, but she could be just as pragmatic if not moreso than the rest. There are some things that needed doing regardless of morals. Checking for weapons to further arm those present against whatever did this is far more important than many seem to realize (not that they did these people much good, but that's a worry for another time). ]
Mm, I've mostly seen personal items, but I saw very few before the others were checking them over as well. I don't know how many weapons anyone managed to secure from the armory, but the weapons specialist is still among us. He's younger, wears bandages over one eye.
[ Lanky. Only a teenager. They'd spoken of making him a soccer ball; that young. But capable nonetheless. ]
Anything will be better than nothing. Even if we have to arm everyone with rakes and shovels like the old days.
[ Wow Angela this is not the place for jokes??? ]
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[His eyebrow is raised and there's skepticism in his voice, like he's wondering just who this person is and who gave him that job and if they're actually any good at weapons. If he's young(er), 76 kind of doubts it, but maybe he's just biased. Definitely he's just biased.
Either way, it's not very important. If he catches up to the kid later, so be it, but 76 isn't going to stop what he's doing for that particular detour. He likes to think he can take care of weapon maintenance himself.
With Angela here now, however, he produces some disposable packets he's set aside for her.]
Here. I think it's gauze packs.
[Not much, but as she just said, anything will be better than nothing.]
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[ Yes, she'd heard that skepticism. She's a little skeptical herself until she's seen proof of skill, really, but she also gives others the benefit of the doubt. (76 is a little biased, certainly.) Yet in their world, with their frame of reference, it is a little absurd. If she hadn't spoken to him and heard about his background, she would have questioned it further herself.
Angela lets him know with a simple enough description so if for any reason he wanted to turn in anything he comes across and has no use for (hah) he knows who to dump them on, and hopefully Carl would pass them around if they could be repaired, by himself or others.
When 76 produces some medical supplies, though, her eyes widen just a fraction with her surprise. She takes the offered packages with a soft sound and spares only a moment to look them over to verify before she's producing her pacdisc to store them— wherever he'd found them, they seem to be well-packaged and sterile, at least. That was...
...that was nice of him, really. ]
Oh—! Thank you, 76. Do you have enough for yourself? Here, I can give you some other items— do you need any bandages, ice packs...? I have hemostatic powder packets as well.
[ She'll produce a few of each in an attempt to stock him up in trade— the hemostatic packets in particular would be important, both for himself and others should anyone suffer grievous injury. It'd help clot and stop the bleeding of large wounds. ]
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[Explicitly to assess his capability, but whatever. 76 is more than content to move the conversation along, eyebrows raising in arcs when she takes the gauze pads from him.
Sure, he could probably use these medical supplies, especially considering the state of his biotic fields, but he tells himself that other people will probably need them more than he does, and the best person to give them to in that case is Angela. She seems especially appreciative of the gesture, enough for 76 to wonder if this wasn't a mistake on his part.
Granted, any interaction with any of his ex-agents is a mistake, so it's far too late for that. He shrugs.]
Figured you might need supplies more than I do. Don't worry about it.
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WOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING APPRECIATIVE??? SHE'S JUST A LIL SURPRISED HE'D GIVE UP SUPPLIES IS ALL.She's thankful regardless. ]Have you been doing all right? Enough water?
[ Look. Once you accepted her help and slept on her bed, you're subjected to her occasional check-ins. It's a good distraction from the bodies around them, the ability to focus on the living. ]
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I'm fine, Doc.
[One of these days he'll remember not to call her 'Doc'.]
I'm sure there are others that need worrying about more.
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Word has spread. Those who can't handle it will hang back until the bodies have been covered, or be led by those with stronger stomachs. So far no one has been sick. I'm not the only doctor present, you know.
[ Though there aren't many others, either. Herself and Adrien and a handful of field medics in training does not make a terribly thorough medical team, but they've managed well enough. ]
You're stuck with at least a few moments of my attention. We've been an unwittingly good team thus far, with you removing weapons and identification before I wrap the bodies for transport. It's been efficient.
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[He’s not sure about that, but 76 is observant—reads the network, skulks around Medbay, enough to know that it seems extremely understaffed. Having to train people with no medical experience eats up valuable time that could be spent actually running a Medbay. He doesn’t doubt Angela’s capability to handle it, of course, but he knows it can’t be easy, even if she tries to play it off as such.
And then there’s the part where she says the’ve been a good team. 76 can’t help but balk.]
Efficient?
[He’s got an eyebrow raised, and perhaps there’s some wry amusement in his voice in spite of himself.]
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[ Spoken with a soft fondness and a touch of pride, of course. Angela balances the workload well and there wasn't often much to do with Medbay, so even understaffed, they were able to maintain it just fine. She and Adrien were both orderly to a fault so everything had its place and they cleaned up after themselves as they went— it wasn't so bad, really. Her weariness is more from the travel and the food preparation, the logistics of ensuring everyone's fed and water is distributed from the canteens medical had gotten ahold of that constantly refill with fresh water.
Apparently, though, she'd been a little too cavalier in her wording. 76 almost sounds amused when he questions her choice and she tilts her head in silent question, watching him. ]
Well, yes. Even if you aren't meaning to, you and the few others checking the bodies for weapons are clearing them of inflammable items. There's already talk of burying or cremating these people, whoever they may have been, so once you've cleared a body and I've covered it, they're ready to move. It's a cut-and-dry way to approach such a thing, but it's no less true.
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76 doubles down on the gruffness just in case, though he doesn’t direct it at her.]
It’d go faster if people weren’t trying to stop me.
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The blanket draws up, tucks under the shoulders, and there's a quiet moment she bids this soul her well wishes before her attention is drawn back to 76. ]
Well, you're free to use me as an excuse. That you're working with the doctors.
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[It's convenient, but seeing as one of the people chastising him was Fareeha, he isn't sure if he wants to try to use Angela as leverage in that particular instance.
He pauses what he's doing to watch her try and give a body some modicum of respect, but goes back to work as soon as it seems like she could turn her attention back to him.]
If you don't think I'd damage your reputation.
[You know. Terrorist.]
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[ It'd be different if he were shoving corpses around, somehow maiming them, or really putting up a fight with others— but she's come to know him at least decently enough to know otherwise. There's no reward in such actions and he controls himself better than to lash out so ineffectively even were he angry.
Well wishes sent, her touch slips off the blanket and she remains knelt beside him for a little while longer. ]
My reputation will be far more difficult to tarnish than that, you know. I've worked hard for my image here. Like a steel trap.
[ I mean, not the best application of the phrase, but her point gets across. ]
Shall we move along?
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[Mostly because he knows her so well. If she hasn't rejected Soldier: 76 by now, he doubts she ever will. She seems to have come to consider him an ally, terrorist attacks and McCree incident and all--it has him wondering if she doesn't know, and is just good about not letting it on.
He decides he'd rather not think about that. 76 hefts his gun, a nonverbal agreement that yes, it's time to move.]
Lead the way, Doc.
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[ The good has come to far outweigh the bad— there were a dozen and more moments he's earned her respect and patience beyond his initial arrival's panic and his pestering her to speed up progress on Jesse's wraith-like change so very like Gabriel's. She'd understood, even if she'd been annoyed, and the rest? Well. She's already leveled with him that she'd appreciated his lack of brutal violence on the matter, though her interest was reserved in hopes of learning more about his purpose and goals. A far-off dream and a silly thought, perhaps, but one could hope.
That's what she used to be so good at, after all.
With the particular person left clean and arranged respectfully, 76 hefts that monster of a gun onto one shoulder and lingers, waiting on her to rise as well. It's an affirmative even before he tells her to lead the way, and she'll just take the spare moment to brush her knees off before observing those around them.
While she'd tried to be methodical, she ended up going after those checking the bodies and it's gotten rather scattered— as they walk and she passes those who have clearly been checked over, she'll deposit a folded blanket or sheet on their chest to indicate the need for cover. But over here— she steps off in one direction and, yes, this area seems untouched. ]
Most here seem to be untouched. You know, I've been meaning to ask— that visor... is your vision all right? I've never seen you come near medbay for anything out of the ordinary.
[ Which is a delicate way to say, after he'd barged his way out on arrival, he'd only come the time he was turning into a werewolf and then to lord over Jesse. ]
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[Of course, he knows her so well.
He senses there's something a little deeper in her question, one that gives him a feeling he should be careful about the answer. It's likely she already has suspicions about his enhancements, and there aren't many SEP graduates left. Sure, shady government experimentation is not the only way to augment oneself, but he can see Angela putting pieces together.
Is she asking to admonish him, or to see if he'll let something slip? 76 takes a moment to answer.]
It's just an environment scanner. Don't need it to see.
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It may have had more punch if she wasn't settling in to rifle through a corpse's clothing for personal effects or weaponry.
Her question was idle curiosity at best, but there's no denying the visor (and his gun, for that matter) were Overwatch technology, even if they'd never followed through on development. She'd remembered most of the squandered projects like that visor, and there couldn't be but a handful of prototypes left. ]
I'm aware. I remember the project; you were lucky to get ahold of one. I just wasn't sure which version you had, is all. Some had been used for macular degeneration or other retinal damage. If that had been the case and anything were faulty, I would have liked to offer assistance with it.
[ But her suspicions on SEP involvement (and otherwise) aren't to be argued with by this point. It's a narrow pool and as far as she could tell, he sported no cybernetic augmentations. She had an ear (and eye) for them and likely would've heard metal joints or the quiet thrum of a power source, the occasional venting or grind or click— no, his work was naturally done. If not genetically altered, then neurologically tampered, removing the body's natural limiters and training himself up beyond what most were capable of. The details were largely redacted but it had been one or the other. Not that she'd had many occasions to observe his feats.
Perhaps she had been seeking a sliver of information, but mostly, she is just making conversation. ]
But I'm glad that isn't the case. [ Another beat, and then: ] What do you think we'll be facing ahead, 76? This was to be our way home, and yet...
[ What surrounds them implies quite the opposite. ]
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Nice of you to offer.
[But unnecessary. When given the chance to move the conversation along, he jumps at it.]
Think we might end up facing the people who did this.
[This meaning the massacre in front of him. 76 sees no reason to sugarcoat that.]
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This was quite some time ago, so I'm rather hoping we don't find whoever may still be around. Though answers would be ideal, I don't imagine anyone will be so willing to share if they were willing to destroy the Ingress portals downstairs and now these people; I can only assume they're technicians and scientists.
Many share the same uniform, and I suppose even across the galaxies there is a universal tidiness to labwork that requires such styles. [ The clothes she indicates by smoothing out one particular fold in a sleeve, because labs tended to so favor snug fits and thicker materials to protect the skin from any volatile chemicals present, possibly spilled or splashed. ] Nor will they likely be so kind as to return us home, if no one has made themselves known to us yet.
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Whoever they were, seems like they were messing around with things they shouldn't.
[But isn't that how it always goes?]
I don't have high hopes for getting home. What'll you do?
[If this turns out to be nothing but a dead end.]
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Perhaps; though I was under the impression this was supposed to be the home world of the Ingress technology. I didn't see anything untoward downstairs.
[ The following question, however, gets a bittersweet turn of a smile from her when she realizes it's implications. She's already been thinking about it, really. A conversation with Snake— no, David, is imminent in that particular future. ]
I suppose I'd simply continue as I have been; working in medical applications, trying to keep my fellow agents intertwined. It's been herding cats thus far. [ Not to mention Gabriel, who 76 has clearly shown interest in dealing with. They needed to figure that out above all else but again, herding cats. ] Continue my research for Reaper, as well, but I have precious little left of my samples and no proper lab now to move forward.
And you?
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[Supposed to be a lot of things, but it's very clear that nothing is living up to expectations. She's as realistic as ever, and it doesn't surprise him at all to hear this answer. It's quintessential Angela--to press forward and help others no matter what the circumstances.
Of course, Reaper gets his attention more than anything else.]
You never did tell me what you found.
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Nothing I hadn't already suspected— a nanite mutation, it seems, though the cause of which is difficult to say. The samples are increasingly difficult to work with the more I have to access them for multiple rounds, and now I'm without the proper facilities to continue. Whatever Jesse had been was not quite the same, however. Though the concept was there. His change had been a temporary one and he had not been directly affected by whatever had happened to Reaper. He had been an artificial recreation of sorts, as far as I can tell, yet that doesn't help me in applying the knowledge to someone else.
I'll need to secure samples directly from Reaper himself. Figure out how bad the corruption is in the nanomachines still swarming, how their maintenance protocols are handling the damage, observe the shifting state of being.
[ She takes a moment to rub her face on her sleeve, then her brow. A testament to exhaustion rather than exertion. ]
It gave me a glimpse and nothing more. I don't imagine Reaper will be very forthcoming with me anymore, either. Before, I had thought I may have held a sort of advantage from his compliance, but...
[ She'd been proven quite wrong, hadn't she? ]
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