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[hatesimprovising]

[ Hello, crew of the Moira. If you look at your MID devices, you'll be seeing one baby-faced space marine covered in kittens. Well, not covered, but he's got three climbing all over him while he's piled under a blanket. There's a ginger one, a fluffy grey tabby, and a chocolate brown-almost-black one, all of which seem to be enjoying their new climbing post. Wash, meanwhile, has a wide grin on his face. It's been too long since he's been around cats, okay? And he loves the little buggers. ]

I'm guessing I'm not the only one who's noticed the kittens in the garden? And if I am, well, there're kittens in the garden. And they're pretty adorable. I'm not entirely sure where they came from, but if anyone else wants some, I'd recommend getting down there and adopting one or two. They could use some warm love in these temperatures.

[ To emphasize, he shivers a little, though his expression doesn't shift a bit. He's quite literally thrilled by this turn of events. Kittens, guys. KITTENS. ]

I stayed and played with as many as I could for a while to keep them active, but there's only so much I could do, you know? So I grabbed these guys [ he gestures with his shoulders to the kittens climbing in and out of the blanket hanging over him ] and brought them back to my room. Figured I'd give them a home.

And now for the other reason for this broadcast--I could use some name suggestions. [ He doesn't even look sheepish. He legitimately wants help with cat names and either doesn't care or doesn't realize how ridiculous that sounds. ] So, if you have any, maybe leave them for me?

Oh! And I'm Wash, by the way. Agent Washington, technically, but everyone just calls me Wash.

[ And there the feed ends, with Wash still grinning his stupid "CATS" grin and a kitten batting at his chest. ]

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[heliakal]

[ Clark appreciates the laugh, though David might regret encouraging him. ]

I guess that makes sense. [ He sounds a little dubious about all of this. Codenames are practical for the military, sure, but he can't imagine why they'd have soldiers living with them for long periods of time. ] What's the program for?

[ It could be classified, but it's worth asking. ]

[hatesimprovising]

Technically, most of that information is classified. ...But we're not exactly anywhere where that matters very much anymore.

[ Still, Wash will tiptoe around a lot of the stuff that's classified and mostly give the rundown that's more publicly known. ]

It's an effort to win the war we're fighting back home. There's this cult of alien races that the human race is fighting, and...we're kind of losing. So the program I'm in, Project Freelancer, it's trying to train soldiers into being near super-soldiers. Something to give us an edge in the war.

[heliakal]

[ Clark smiles a little, wry. He's getting used to hearing 'classified' from the military types on the ship. He doesn't blame them; he's a virtual stranger, and things like that are usually secret for a reason. That doesn't really stop him from trying to get as much information as he can, though.

Especially when it comes to people who might have a reason to be distrustful of alien species. ]

So you're some kind of alien-fighting super soldier? [ Clark raises his eyebrows a little. Tell him more, David. ] How did the war come about? It seems like there are a lot of people here whose first contact with an alien race was - violent.