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[goddamnbadman]

[somewhere between the stationhive, the capsule house, and the mess hall, two short-tempered aliens are making a bit of a ruckus. business as usual, one might think, but if anyone who knows either of the two arguing comes near, they might notice something's a bit... off.]

((i'm calling it for the night, guys -- i'll pick up tomorrow! ♥))

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[thekingsgambit]

[Well... I was coming to find you to discuss THINGS. Now, I'm more than a little knocked off-base and distracted.]

... Mother's...

[ascendthethorns]

Have they?

[thekingsgambit]

The Great Devourer, as it were.

[ascendthethorns]

The star of his art, I presume...?

[thekingsgambit]

Should we reach that point. There has been a problem in the communications. He warned of his possibly being marked the other day and today, the attachment still arrived, but attempts to contact him have been met with errors. The last we heard from him, he was searching for drop off points for his messages.

[ascendthethorns]

Marked? By whom?

[thekingsgambit]

His crew, I suspect. Perhaps someone else.

[ascendthethorns]

It doesn't add up.

[thekingsgambit]

He spoke of trusting his captain with his life.

[ascendthethorns]

Then if his motives are to be believed, he doesn't trust her with ours.

[thekingsgambit]

I cannot say that for sure. He understands our reluctance to trust any of them, given what has occurred. His reason for reaching out to us was, ah, a dislike of seeing people kept in the dark. Of course, this is all suspect until we can verify any of his information.

[ascendthethorns]

No. If he understood that much, he wouldn't be adopting their vagueness for his purpose.

[thekingsgambit]

A common trait of our helpers.

[ascendthethorns]

I am aware, Lelouch...

[thekingsgambit]

Are you aware of any preparations that have been made?

[ascendthethorns]

Only to establish shelter for the non-combatants.