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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. ))

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[ Well, fancy that. The guy who'd made a show of buying everyone drinks back on their last stop has turned out to be useful. Snake isn't entirely surprised by that, but it's good to see that he can put his money where his mouth is; he doesn't really mind the arrogance if Stark has what it takes to back it up.

The other guy Snake doesn't know, but it seems like he should make an effort to change that. ]

Team Offense here. We could definitely make some use out of that information. [ Particularly since he's one of the people who might be sneaking onto the Caducean ship, if their plan is chosen. ] Not sure how freely we can talk over the MIDs, though. [ Who's to say that they aren't being hacked right back? ]

[ Oh look, the guy with the totally bullshit prison yard name. ]

Reptile-fixation guy. [ That's code for 'hello'. ] In-person pow wows more your style?

[ Tony can respect a healthy dose of paranoia. The only reason he's not there with him is because his arrogance has trumped his paranoia, in this case; the way Tony sees it, if he can't hack the MIDs, nobody can. ]

It's a codename. [ See, that paranoia angle goes a long way. Snake realizes there are a handful of people here who know his birth name, but he'd like to keep the number low. He can put up with the smart comments to make sure of that. ]

Bingo. I can come to you.

[ Since he's seen what hacking entails; he knows that it usually requires a whole armada of computer monitors. That's not easily transported. ]

Whatever you say.

[ Having an embarrassing chosen name vs. an embarrassing given name: doesn't actually deflect suspicion, pal. ]

We're in Nomo #001. Hope you're not allergic to dogs or alien-cats.

Dogs, no. Alien-cats... well, I guess we'll find out.

[ Snake ends the call then, and since he only has to go down one floor to get from his room on Mero Deck to Nomo Deck, he's knocking on the door of #001 in no time at all.

Rap rap rap. ]

It's Snake.

[ The door slides open, and Snake is treated to... well, a room occupied by four very eccentric personalities. Tony has tools, wiring, and computers scattered around the room executing various tasks, there are pieces of the Iron Man armor scattered about despite the thing being mostly assembled in a corner, William's dog has probably left socks scattered in random places and nobody's had the will to put them away, Adrien's alien cat has a tendency to bat around anything small and metal (of which there is a lot, now scattered) and there are at least five empty coffee mugs situated on any available horizontal surface.

Tony takes a step back so Snake can enter the madness, eyebrows raised. WELCOME. ]

Step into my office.

[ The bahari was currently burrowed under a bunk, chasing something. His colorful tail was lashing back and forth and as if to punctuate Tony's office claim, the tracker suddenly withdrew and stood up triumphant.

A slim metal tool/piece of armor?? hung from between his teeth.

Adrien, who was sitting on Tony's bed, earbud still glued to his ear, pointed at his alien-cat. ]

Told you it went under the bunk.

[ He glanced up briefly at their new company and gave Snake a nod in greeting. ]

[ The moment that Snake steps inside, it's like he can feel a heavy shroud settle on his shoulders. For someone who has military breeding in him, who's always been taught to keep things clean (everything from his room to his guns), just being in here is practically enough to give him hives.

How do people live like this? It makes him grateful that he got paired with roommates who knew how to be neat.

His attention goes next to the alien cat in question, which is like nothing he's ever seen before but has obviously been domesticated. The dog must be hidden away somewhere in the mess, but he isn't here for a social anyway.

Snake walks a little further into the room, taking care not to step on anything scattered across the floor. He glances to Adrien. ]

We haven't met, I'm Snake. [ With that out of the way he addresses both of them, getting right down to business. ] I'm interested in what you've dug up because the offense team is planning a stealth strike, so any information you have about their ship could help inform our battle plans.

[ To Adrien and the cat, with a bit of a sniff: ] Would've turned up eventually.

[ He's not thanking the cat. But he does turn back to Snake when he gets right down to business. Just as well. ]

Well, we've got good news and bad news on that front.

[ Adrien considered commenting about just how many bits and bobs Courser had dug out from under various bits of furniture for Tony but then Snake was getting to the point and that really was more important. Needling his roommate could wait.

Direct and to the point, Adrien could do that. ]

The bad news is we can't get details on that specific ship.

[ He'd let Tony deliver the good news. He knew it made Stark easier to live with.

As for introductions, well ... they were moving on to the more important discussion points, right? ]

[ Even as Snake keeps his attention on the two of them, a good quarter of his attention is still on the alien cat. Both of them seem to be used to its presence (Stark's roommate more so than Stark himself, which leads Snake to believe he must be its owner), but better to be vigilant. ]

Another version of it, then?

[ It's not ideal, but it would give them a starting point if nothing else.

Snake shifts his weight and cocks his head to one side. ] What's the good news?

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