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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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[ It seemed to be the one universal constant, no matter where you went or what crew you worked with; knowledge and intel were vital. Adrien would never turn away the opportunity to data mine.
As for the Moira crew being part of the destruction they were being accused of? Well, Adrien had learned that such things could happen much more quickly than anyone might imagine. ]
It's dangerous to try to work solely off assumption and second hand knowledge. Best to put together as many puzzle pieces as we can manage between us all.
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[There's a ping on Adrien's MID, and a set of neat notes on the event, looking oddly like an incident report in form and function, appear.]
Overall appearance is that of a... well, an unfortunate mishap, and a bad call. [She avoids directly calling out the captains.]
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But oh brother, what a cluster. Good save on her part, however. ]
Sometimes things just go SNAFU, particularly when dealing with first contact and a green crew.
[ As he says those last words, he's reminded of something. ]
Do you know anything about what this bit meant?
[ He shoots the original message telling the Moira to leave back to Shepherd. ]
What was the previous visit?
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As the captains note in their replies, it wasn't with this crew. No one on board was party to that visit, even the captains seemed confused by it.
Well, most of them.
[There's a pause, as her lips quick down.] Times like this, I wish we had better records of this galaxy. I don't like not knowing so much about what's going on.
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[ Meaning that while the crew could be new, if the Moira had a reputation, they were going to be judged by it. They now had an indication that the Moira might have past concerns.
As for her latter comment, Adrien gives a soft snort, which might have been an aborted chuckle. ]
What you don't like having to data mine from in between the lines?
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[How many more places bore surprise ire for the ship? How many other planets would grant them infinite cash?]
Shockingly, no. [She folds her arms, chuckling.] It's almost as if I picked a career path that avoided situations like that. Still, rise to the challenge.
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It was something of a family past time, which I happily set aside only to find myself dusting off the skills recently. Though I'll have to admit that I sometimes look too closely.
[ Which was a round about way to alluding to what he understood could be a ridiculous level of paranoia. ]
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Then again, I shouldn't joke — it's definitely a handy skill set to have aboard this ship. Seen the hallway of locked rooms, yet?
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[ He misses his Jenga puzzle. ]
I remember them from the first time I was aboard this ship but I haven't had a chance to revisit since returning. Anything of particular note?
MID-HIATUS TAG, FEEL FREE TO DROP!
If you've already heard about the monster attack, then you know as much as I do about them.
How many times have you left and returned to the Moira?
BUT BUT ... what if I want Shep tags??
Monster attack?
[ Sorry Shepard but clearing this one point up seems more important than explaining his Ingress bouncing. For the time being at least. ]
YOUR LOSS MAN SORRY FOR THE HIATUS INFINITYWAIT ;A;)/
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[ Or point him towards any recorded information about the incident. ]
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[There's a ping, and a digital bookmark shows on Adrien's MID.]
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How did that go for you, err ... her?
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More than a little unnerving to think it's still on board, though. Fingers crossed there's no issues during all of these events — don't need an accidental release midway through an offensive action.
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He glances up sharply at those words and though he usually carries a neutral towards scowling expression, there is no mistaking the look of deep concern on his face. There is nothing he hates more than the idea of being trapped on ship with a threat, be it contagion or otherwise. ]
Lovely.
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[Ping!]
/goes to harass you in face punchy times
It doesn't stop him from gathering it. ]
Thank you, for this.
so much punchyface
Take care out there.