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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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nah, nah, nah. just not the one i think you really want.
you've still got ratchet and i to deal with. so i guess, we're the only three.
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She almost makes the mistake of asking what "one" he's referring to, but. Who is she kidding. She knows, he knows... They both know. She's not going to embarrass herself by asking further, even if she's disappointed by the information.
At least it does come with some good news.]
I WAS ABOUT TO ASK YOU TO CONVEY A MESSAGE TO HIM BERATING HIM FOR NOT REACHING OUT TO ME HIMSELF, BUT, IT APPEARS THAT HE JUST HAS.
SO, JUST TO SUMMARIZE: ALL BUT THREE OF OUR CREW ARE UNACCOUNTED FOR. OUR SHIP IS MISSING. AND WE'RE STUCK ON RICKETY OLD SPACE STATION IN MORE OR LESS THE SAME POSITION AS WHEN WE WERE STUCK ON A RICKETY OLD SPACE SHIP. I DON'T SUPPOSE THERE IS A BRIGHT SIDE TO THIS SITUATION THAT YOU HAVE YET TO INFORM ME OF?
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