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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-12-01 01:57 pm

Sooo...Meet-y

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[identity profile] hawkeyed-killer.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Wordlessly, he accepted the cable and clicked the plug into his own cyberbrain inputs on the back of his neck. The connection went live, and his cyberbrain immediately started complaining about a date mismatch with the Major's.

: "Lost some time?" : He repeated her statement to him in the pod caverns as a question.

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
: At least a few months, probably more, : she replied grimly, ignoring the disparity without pause. That date put Saito before she'd reestablished contact with Section 9, no wonder he was so incredulous.

Wordlessly she offered him the download (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/160501.html?thread=12524277#t12524277) of a version of her memories of the recent revelation.

: It's either a better hack than Batou and I can detect, or all of this is real, : And that her opinion was ever shifting towards the later was apparent, : We've been operating under the authority of the ship's chief of security. Consider him Togusa's replacement, for now. :

[identity profile] hawkeyed-killer.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
: That's not too bad. : Not too good, either. Lost time meant deleted memories, but worrying about that seemed like something to put off for a while, after his questions about what the hell he was doing in a giant organic spaceship equipped with overly-friendly tentacles had been answered.

Arms folded and staring blankly somewhere in the neighborhood of his feet, Saito replayed the Major's memory, experiencing the revelations exactly as she had. When the communication with the Admiral ended, so did the file. He straightened up again and looked directly at her.

: You have got to be fucking kidding. :

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
She gave him a bland look, as if to say 'do I look like I'm fucking kidding?' but gave him all of the next sixty seconds to pull himself together. If he wanted to freak out he could do it later when she didn't have to watch.

Or he could go bother Batou.

: Afraid not. There's the off-chance that they're lying, but the version of events we've been given makes as much sense as anything else. :

[identity profile] hawkeyed-killer.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
For some inexplicable reason, Saito didn't find that reassuring, but it was hardly important enough to argue about. She had to find it as ridiculous as he did, and she was a lot less patient.

: Fine. Can we get maintenance around here? : His cybernetics weren't as finicky as hers or Batou's, and they certainly weren't as vital, but he didn't like the idea of gradually losing half his field of vision and use of his arm, either.

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
: Something like that. There's a few specialists. :

And that was not a reassuring tone.

: Leon Kennedy can be trusted, mostly. If you have a choice, ask for someone calling himself 'Brainiac 5 (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81019868/16950195),' as ridiculous as that sounds. Doctor Luis Sera (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/89571446/17435348) helped me with some recent repairs, on Kennedy's recommendation. : (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/48253053/7586015) ()

[identity profile] hawkeyed-killer.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
...That second one was green.

He just wasn't going to ask.

: Understood. : Saito stored their names and images in his cyberbrain. It was like committing them to memory, if one's memory were a computer.

Now the important question. : Where's the range? :

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
: Sensoriums. There should be a map in the ring you were given. Just tell it what you want. :

Because giving directions and providing warnings were for people who gave a damn. Motoko closed the connection between them, and suddenly the cable was just so much awkward rope tying the two together at the neck.

[identity profile] hawkeyed-killer.livejournal.com 2009-12-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
He got the message, and unplugged the cable, offering it back to her so she could retract it. "Nice to be working with you again, Major." It was even mostly the truth.