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[The video starts up with a green face right up close to the camera, although the owner of said face quickly steps back and squints at the recording device with a critical eye, muttering to herself:]
Hmm... These new devices are at least less obtrusive than the old MIDs were. That's a definite improvement.
[With that little comment out of the way, it's on to the actual message. When she speaks, it turns out her voice is pretty nasally. Grating, even.]
A-hem. Peridot here. Facet-- [She cuts off with a grunt and looks askance, muttering to herself again.] No, I suppose using my full identifier isn't necessary... as far as I am aware there are no other peridots present on this station. [Pause.] Unless there are, now...?
Rrrgh, whatever! This is Peridot-- Facet 2F5L Cut 5XG, if that means anything to you-- also known as the greatest and most important of all Peridots! [Her expression darkens considerably before she continues.] ALSO also known as the Peridot that the Ingress apparently has some kind of grudge against. If any of the old crew are still present on this station, you may remember that I used to run a workshop on the Moira. From my perspective I literally just left that cruddy space tub on another smaller, slightly less cruddy space tub. Now all of a sudden I'm here on this station, and APPARENTLY, 300 years have somehow passed?
[She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose with two disembodied fingers, and continues without looking up.] Anyway. Since complaining about the situation hardly seems like the most expedient use of my energy, I'll use my test of this new communication device to request the following: If any of my fellow seceding crew members have also arrived here, please contact me immediately. Or even if you aren't one of them, and just happen to have info about whether any of them are here, that's fine too! I'm looking for Jasper, Sans, Ratchet, Starflight, and Doc Yewll, among others.
[The gem starts to get up and reach to turn the device off, but then pauses, stepping back to address the camera one more time.]
Oh yeah. I'm also curious to know if any of the following former crew members of the Moira are still present: [And she ticks them off on her fingers.] Megatron, Bruce Banner, Niko Bellic, and-- Riptide! Riptide, if you're still here, I'd like to know where my dog is? Thanks.
Okay. Peridot, out.
Hmm... These new devices are at least less obtrusive than the old MIDs were. That's a definite improvement.
[With that little comment out of the way, it's on to the actual message. When she speaks, it turns out her voice is pretty nasally. Grating, even.]
A-hem. Peridot here. Facet-- [She cuts off with a grunt and looks askance, muttering to herself again.] No, I suppose using my full identifier isn't necessary... as far as I am aware there are no other peridots present on this station. [Pause.] Unless there are, now...?
Rrrgh, whatever! This is Peridot-- Facet 2F5L Cut 5XG, if that means anything to you-- also known as the greatest and most important of all Peridots! [Her expression darkens considerably before she continues.] ALSO also known as the Peridot that the Ingress apparently has some kind of grudge against. If any of the old crew are still present on this station, you may remember that I used to run a workshop on the Moira. From my perspective I literally just left that cruddy space tub on another smaller, slightly less cruddy space tub. Now all of a sudden I'm here on this station, and APPARENTLY, 300 years have somehow passed?
[She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose with two disembodied fingers, and continues without looking up.] Anyway. Since complaining about the situation hardly seems like the most expedient use of my energy, I'll use my test of this new communication device to request the following: If any of my fellow seceding crew members have also arrived here, please contact me immediately. Or even if you aren't one of them, and just happen to have info about whether any of them are here, that's fine too! I'm looking for Jasper, Sans, Ratchet, Starflight, and Doc Yewll, among others.
[The gem starts to get up and reach to turn the device off, but then pauses, stepping back to address the camera one more time.]
Oh yeah. I'm also curious to know if any of the following former crew members of the Moira are still present: [And she ticks them off on her fingers.] Megatron, Bruce Banner, Niko Bellic, and-- Riptide! Riptide, if you're still here, I'd like to know where my dog is? Thanks.
Okay. Peridot, out.
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Something else about this guy catches her eye, though:]
And I'm fairly certain I would have remembered a human with hair that blue. When did you join the ship? It's possible I may have departed the crew before you showed up.
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And I'm sure you would have remembered me. I happen to think my blue hair is one of my charm points.
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...Wait. Wasn't the Midway Hub the name of the destination the captains were trying to reach? Are you telling me that they made it all the way to their goal, and then couldn't even keep the stinking ship together?
[She sounds HIGHLY amused by this possibility.]
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...Wait. You were there for a crash but not the crash? How many times did the Moira crash? And why was it apparently so hard to keep that stupid crate airborn?
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Anyway, it crashed at least once while I was still part of the crew. Who knows how many other times it may have crashed in the time between my departure and your arrival. As for why it was so difficult to manage, well. I'd place a large part of the blame for that on the captains being a bunch of incompetent morons.
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[Victory on a technicality, thy name is Darin.]
Yeah...I can't really speak for the captains but the whole thing was a catastrophic mess. But hey, now we're stuck on a derelict station so...
Maybe we can try and keep this one in orbit?
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