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001 ➳ audio + action.

Who: Nyssa.
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
Action: Around the Marsiva
When: 1/11.

[ A woman's voice, British-accented, commanding, level, says, ]

I am Nyssa, daughter of Ra's al Ghul. I intend to exact justice from our captors, these — Atroma. We are not playthings, and we will not be caged forever.

I will be indebted to those who fight beside me. [ a beat ] If you intend to stop me, your defeat is not only likely, it is inevitable.

[ and the audio clicks off, but a few seconds later on again, ]

If anyone knows how to remove these implants, I would be doubly grateful.

[ Nyssa is prowling about the ship, peering into empty or unlocked rooms, in the common areas. There must be something here she can appropriate as a weapon. Her bow isn't enough. ]

[ When she finds nothing, she returns to the gym, and can be found in her League uniform (sans weapons), either meditating or going through sword kata. ]

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What do you prefer? Aside from not being kidnapped and caged, which I can absolutely get behind.

My opinion may change. I can only tell you what I prefer now.

[ Once she thought she'd never allow weakness in her life, and now she can't see love as weakness. ]

Flexible of you. Most people pick a side and stick with it, never mind the facts or the situation.

Is that why you're looking for teachers? Looking to pick up facts, or assess the situation?

Hardly. People change no matter where they come from. It's one of those simple truths. It's only a matter of how quickly.

I'm not looking for teachers. I'm not in need of any. You are offering a lesson, so I ask. What is it you wish me to understand?

Announcements like that are a good way to make yourself visible. That's not always a good thing.

That's all. More or less.

[Somehow, she gets the impression that Nyssa already knows that, though.]

[ Nyssa smiles, though Natasha can only hear it, all teeth. ]

I wished to be seen. And I am.

[ She drew you in, didn't she, Nat? ]

[A certain dry wryness to her voice. She certainly did. Remains to be seen if that's a good thing, doesn't it?]

So to speak.

[Since it was an audio post and all...]

Very well.

[ Nyssa switches the feed. Say hi, Natasha. ]

[Well. Doesn't she look dramatic. Natasha's video switches on a second later, showing someone in a much more boring outfit, if no less dangerous-looking. Something about the eyes. The set of her shoulders. Despite the need for a haircut.]

[The tiniest shift of an eyebrow precedes the next statement.]

Well, you're definitely visible.

[ Nyssa knows sharpness before she knew how to walk and talk. She inclines her head slightly downwards, in a small nod, the only outward gesture of respect. ]

It's impractical, but there seems little point in hiding here.

[That little nod is returned in the same degree. In her experience, you don't wear an outfit like that if you can't back it up.]

Guess that depends on your goals.

[ With a smirk, ]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[That quiet huff is almost a laugh.]

Maybe on the second date.

[But a good try. And quick wits. She can appreciate that.]

Not sure you're my type.

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