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Who: Wrath and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, video
Action: SS Windrose
When: 7/11 ~~oh shit get her a space slurpee~~

[Wrath's a lot more cheerful than she was in her first broadcast, just because she now knows what the heck is going on. And really, the situation isn't that bad at all! ~~No zombies!~~ So she just about radiates warmth and a good, can-do attitude. It's almost eerie, really.]

Hi everyone!

Everybody has been working super hard, and this place is weird and doesn't have an actual command structure so I thought someone who isn't weird and creepy and involved in abducting people should say, good job! I'm really excited to be working with all of you now.

[Yes, on Planet Wrath, the job is king.]

Um.

I have to ask for a favor now, though. Sorry, it feels like a total dick move.

[She holds up the sad, flimsy cane that Dr. Crusher was able to find for her.]

I need something a lot sturdier than this so I can keep doing an effective job. If someone could make something for me, I'd really appreciate it. My old cane also had a sword blade in it and the sheathe had a good enough spring that I could like knock people out with it if I aimed right, so it'd be cool to get something with combat usefulness, but not necessary.

Also, I should probably get a pedometer again so something electronic will yell at me when I've been on my feet too long. Sorry, my back is all FUBAR because of that time I got thrown out a window, but I want to do a good job at being security and protecting everyone!

In exchange I can... uh. Well, I've instructed all kinds of basic combat training and I was number one for close combat for a couple decades so I can offer that. I can also draw and paint but that isn't so useful. Oh! And there's money, maybe? But I'd need some help figuring that out because numbers are... I'm not good at numbers.

Thank you, and good job everybody! [Enthusiastic thumbs up. Yes, she is for real.]

[On the Windrose, she's just doing what Wrath do, which is basically living in the armory at this point. Well, and looking out a space a lot, because it's space! And that will never stop being exciting.]

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I think Dr. Bashir might be helping too, so that's three doctors! You'll figure out everything fast.

Something that'll help me walk better would be really good. I mean... I've been kind of figuring it out, but I want to do a good job and security is my job...

I'll have to speak to him, then, definitely.

[She nods.]

If you don't mind me asking, was this an injury you had before you were pulled here to the Fleet?

Apparently my back's a fucking mess so it's really interesting? That's what my physical therapist said back home anyway. I'm a fucking jigsaw puzzle.

Yeah. Like three months ago I got thrown out of the 99th story window at the hub during a minor insurrection action, it was fucking stupid. Whiskey said I was basically meat paste in a bag when they brought me in. They had to regrow most of my bones and the spine came in all fucked up. Dr. Crusher said that's because of the ports.

[Jennifer can't help it- she has to stare a little bit.]

I'm sorry- you said regrow your bones? And you survived a 99-story fall? Your world has to have some extraordinary technology- more advanced than I've seen.

Oh yeah, they're an advanced nanocomposite.

Well like I didn't fall all 99 stories. Like... I bounced off some window cleaner units. And I got my plasma arc sword jammed into the side of the building and rode it down a lot of the way. So I probably only really fell like... I don't know. Less than thirty stories total?

Still, that's... pretty impressive. Most people aren't up walking after falling even thirty stories. Though... nanocomposite doesn't mean much to me, though, unfortunately.