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[ The video feed opens to the gentle chaos that is Nomo #001. The background is a mess of laptops, cables, and for those who helped Tony haul around a giant metal cylinder at the beginning of the month - a suspiciously similar-colored suit of armor, still slightly disassembled but much less pod-like than before.
In the foreground you're treated to Tony and Adrien, looking grimly self-satisfied and just grim, respectively. ]
So, we've got an ear in their ship. My ear, specifically. [ He says, with great humbleness. ] Negotiations has already heard this, but there's some intel I think the defense and offense teams will wanna be privy to.
[ Info he wants defense and offense teams to be privy to, because even if this feels a little like bussing negotiations' cause somewhat, he likes being alive. So, there's that.
There may have also been a discussion, before this video was even turned on, over this particular course of action with the decision coming down to two key factors. Everyone being informed of all known intel, in order to make an informed decision, and the need for more help. ]
Go ahead, say it. You know you want to. [ Adrien mutters, more as an aside to Tony than as a direct address to the video. The comment earns a roll of Tony’s eyes, but he proceeds regardless. ]
Several hours of obsessively trying to cobble together their strategy has told us they either 1.) aren’t great at strategy, 2.) don’t particularly care, or 3.) are too pissed to bother. Or, y’know, a little off the top of all three columns. Point is, there’s nothing stealthy about them. They’re just planning to come at us with everything they’ve got, guns blazing.
[ Tony shoots a look at Adrien, as if to say ‘happy now?’ His pointed look earns him a flat look in return. Listen, Adrien’s not the one who kept using the terminology. He didn’t even get the pop cultural reference. However, to continue. ]
There is a definite tone of seeking recompense from not just one or two individuals but upon this entire ship. We understand that everybody is still in the midst of sharing ideas and formulating plans; this is just information we believed people might want to have on hand when in those discussions.
[ The next part proceeds with an almost grudging tone, like the idea of admitting the need for additional help is particularly distasteful to him, but see aforementioned: he likes not dying. ]
But there’re still some questions we don’t have answered. Questions I would very much like answered, given the above information; if they’re coming at us in a direct assault, we need a way more thorough threat-analysis than we currently have. And make no mistake - I’m amazing - but I can only be in fourteen places at once. We need more ears if we want to gather as much intel as possible, and that’s counting everybody who’s already crashed this shitty party.
[ Tony gives the camera a pointed look, a deliberate nod to everyone who’s already lent a hand with the hacking efforts. He knows who they are. They know who they are. ]
[ Alright Tony, Adrien will give voice to the words you just can’t bring your egotistical self to speak. ]
We’ve also hacked some ship specs but neither Mr. Stark, nor myself have enough experience with the Moira and her capabilities to be comfortable in what information we have and what further mining we should pursue.
More experienced eyes, either with the Moira, the Caducians, or even deep space vehicles, would also be appreciated.
And if you've done any digging of your own, by all means, share with the class.
[ Tony doesn't quite get the feed shut down before muttering under his breath about needing more coffee. ]
(( For reference these were the questions put up in the plotting post to the mods, about any hacking efforts and the results, for anyone who wants to jump in on uncovering details! Information about ship specs, Information about communication eavesdropping. ))
In the foreground you're treated to Tony and Adrien, looking grimly self-satisfied and just grim, respectively. ]
So, we've got an ear in their ship. My ear, specifically. [ He says, with great humbleness. ] Negotiations has already heard this, but there's some intel I think the defense and offense teams will wanna be privy to.
[ Info he wants defense and offense teams to be privy to, because even if this feels a little like bussing negotiations' cause somewhat, he likes being alive. So, there's that.
There may have also been a discussion, before this video was even turned on, over this particular course of action with the decision coming down to two key factors. Everyone being informed of all known intel, in order to make an informed decision, and the need for more help. ]
Go ahead, say it. You know you want to. [ Adrien mutters, more as an aside to Tony than as a direct address to the video. The comment earns a roll of Tony’s eyes, but he proceeds regardless. ]
Several hours of obsessively trying to cobble together their strategy has told us they either 1.) aren’t great at strategy, 2.) don’t particularly care, or 3.) are too pissed to bother. Or, y’know, a little off the top of all three columns. Point is, there’s nothing stealthy about them. They’re just planning to come at us with everything they’ve got, guns blazing.
[ Tony shoots a look at Adrien, as if to say ‘happy now?’ His pointed look earns him a flat look in return. Listen, Adrien’s not the one who kept using the terminology. He didn’t even get the pop cultural reference. However, to continue. ]
There is a definite tone of seeking recompense from not just one or two individuals but upon this entire ship. We understand that everybody is still in the midst of sharing ideas and formulating plans; this is just information we believed people might want to have on hand when in those discussions.
[ The next part proceeds with an almost grudging tone, like the idea of admitting the need for additional help is particularly distasteful to him, but see aforementioned: he likes not dying. ]
But there’re still some questions we don’t have answered. Questions I would very much like answered, given the above information; if they’re coming at us in a direct assault, we need a way more thorough threat-analysis than we currently have. And make no mistake - I’m amazing - but I can only be in fourteen places at once. We need more ears if we want to gather as much intel as possible, and that’s counting everybody who’s already crashed this shitty party.
[ Tony gives the camera a pointed look, a deliberate nod to everyone who’s already lent a hand with the hacking efforts. He knows who they are. They know who they are. ]
[ Alright Tony, Adrien will give voice to the words you just can’t bring your egotistical self to speak. ]
We’ve also hacked some ship specs but neither Mr. Stark, nor myself have enough experience with the Moira and her capabilities to be comfortable in what information we have and what further mining we should pursue.
More experienced eyes, either with the Moira, the Caducians, or even deep space vehicles, would also be appreciated.
And if you've done any digging of your own, by all means, share with the class.
[ Tony doesn't quite get the feed shut down before muttering under his breath about needing more coffee. ]
(( For reference these were the questions put up in the plotting post to the mods, about any hacking efforts and the results, for anyone who wants to jump in on uncovering details! Information about ship specs, Information about communication eavesdropping. ))
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don't got an ear to spare, personally. but if it's a couple eye sockets on the inside you need, we're working on a little something that might interest you.
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whatever, don't leave us in suspense
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i'm just saying, if you wanted to get over there without the whole flying over thing, i might be able to help you out. once al finishes up her fancy radar detector, anyway.
then it's just a matter of, y'know. math. and magic, i suppose.
[Volunteering for extra work isn't something Sans necessarily goes for, but as long as they're all fighting for their lives and there's a chance to be smug about it.]
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are you building some kind of magical bullshit portal?
because that's what i'm getting from your typical cryptic nonsense
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anyway, nah, we're not. we're building a fancy radar detector, like i said. velocity, projected flight pattern, gravity, y'know. just some basic variables i need to plug into the magic bullshit portal we already have.
[It's him. He's talking about himself. He's the bullshit.]
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[ What if you left all your magical bullshit out of all this sexy science, Sans. What if. ]
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i guess that means i won't be whipping it out. your loss.
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not so fast
just because i'm mildly offended doesn't mean i'm not disgustingly interested
[ fuck magic tho #txt it ]
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i REALLY wanna see it
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Sans lifts his hands, bones rattling gently as he waves them.]
Ta-da.
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[ What the fuck. ]
You lay awake at night fantasizing about having this very exchange, don't you?
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[Leaning back in his chair, Sans takes a bite of the sandwich. A few crumbs escape as he talks.]
Dontcha wanna know how I do it?
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action; good job pal
action; i believe that's what the pros call a hat trick
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[ Seriously, half the time he didn't even remember to offer his name. ]
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basic gist? us boneheads over in offense are working out an infiltration plan. once we get some important ship specs, s'just a matter of finding shortcuts.
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Anything viable if -say for instance- a small party, already aboard the ship but stripped of all visible weapons, could be an asset?
[ It may not develop into anything but Adrien was of a mind that you kept at least four or five plans in reserve, for when things went pear-shaped. ]
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y'know, they really got you guys on the right team, your buddy screams diplomacy.
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[ Okay, back to the subject at hand. ]
Do you believe that would stop them from chasing us down again?
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i figure'd we would leave a note and give 'em their stuff back -- an olive branch, you feel me? maybe some of the stories and recordings niko's collecting.
some reading material to mull over for the long ride back.
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blowing up their other planet?
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