[ who knows? adrastea clearly remembers that dahut did this, but does that carry over after today?
but because this is a dream, and because luke has asked a sleeper question, he will get to see her image flicker and change, briefly. her eyes are - bleeding, it looks like, but they're cybernetic eyes now instead, out of focus and one dimmer than the other.
the image then resolves itself, and adrastea is back to normal as she lifts a hand to her forehead, eyes closing. ]
... Ganymede chose them. Something about being the moons of a planet from their solar system. Suggested we take them on when we needed callsigns.
[ the landscape warps, in pinkish mist that becomes a dark, somehow dangerous purple - luke isn't the right hyv to recognize it, or where they wind up. the world around them is suddenly very dark, a cavernous mine all around them. adrastea's brow pinches, eyes more tightly shut, before she shakes it off and takes a deep breath. ]
[ adrastea doesn't flinch or wince, exactly, but as she lowers her hand there's a pinch around her eyes that makes its way through her masking. ]
Singular tour. Two months with a crew comprised of us and twenty others. And then a month between their departures and your arrivals. But departures... no, that's not quite right.
[Hmmmm. He makes a mental note of this, then nods.]
I shouldn't linger too long, just in case. [Since he'll want to ask more questions, but he doesn't want to like, short-circuit her or. Whatever is going on there.] One last thing--how common are these missions?
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but because this is a dream, and because luke has asked a sleeper question, he will get to see her image flicker and change, briefly. her eyes are - bleeding, it looks like, but they're cybernetic eyes now instead, out of focus and one dimmer than the other.
... Ganymede chose them. Something about being the moons of a planet from their solar system. Suggested we take them on when we needed callsigns.
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Luke searches her face, though he resists the urge to get closer or reach out.
Carefully--]
Can you tell me your real name?
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... no. No, I don't think I can.
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Something's wrong. [...] How long has it been like this?
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[ her hand goes down from her head to rub finger and thumb into her eyes, sigh bonedeep and discontent. ]
... not long. Not the entire time we've been on board.
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By on board... do you mean this tour, or your past ones too?
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Singular tour. Two months with a crew comprised of us and twenty others. And then a month between their departures and your arrivals. But departures... no, that's not quite right.
We can't remember what happened to them.
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[ but - ]
Oh, I remember them. I remember that I hated my intelligence officer superior, because he was a coward with a bad personality.
... but what I remember about him most is that he transferred to the hub, to work security there.
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[Hmmmm. He makes a mental note of this, then nods.]
I shouldn't linger too long, just in case. [Since he'll want to ask more questions, but he doesn't want to like, short-circuit her or. Whatever is going on there.] One last thing--how common are these missions?
[Frees you from a w1 thursday PC]
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Weekly, if necessary. They're to clear up storms on our routes from planet to planet.
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[Since the HER-MES is. It's. It's something.
He's not happy about this, but he nods.]
Alright. Thanks, Adrastea.