001 // i communicate in simple strings

[xenoscientist]

Who: Mordin Solus
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: Marsiva!
When: Right meow

[Hello, Flooters. There's someone very decidedly alien blinking into the feed, mumbling to himself.]

Curious, recording? Ah, hello. Mordin Solus. New arrival.

[Those words were deliberate, these next ones are a bit more rapid-fire. He seems a little...distracted, kind of manic.]

Curious about implants. Is there a clinic? Doctor, professor, comfortable behind lab bench. Would also like samples from other captives. Where are you from? What races are present? So much data, too many variables to account for via video transmission. Need to study, research. Too many variables, need hard data.

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[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Okay, Vash can't help it. He's starting to like this guy. Never getting any samples from himself though.]

But I guess if you're an 'alien' doctor that means space travel is something that happens in your world then? Have you ever heard of this reality television show we're suppose to be on?

[Voice]

[xenoscientist]

Space travel common! Lived on a ship with others. On a mission. Very exciting, best time of life.

[He sounds warm when he says it, fondness seeps into his voice.]

No time for broadcast programming. Much work to do.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

Ah, so you don't know then. That's alright. I haven't met a single person in the fleet who's heard about this show before.

What kind of mission were you on before?