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driftfleet2016-03-02 06:44 am
cephalon) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-02 06:44 am
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001. video
Who: Ordis and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now
[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]
Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!
[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]
What is this?!?
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now
[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]
Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!
[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]
What is this?!?
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Illogical!
[By every standard.]
Ordis is not Orokin and does not possess the abilities to utilize transference.
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But you're being kind of dumb now, Ordis. Even if you think you can't get stuck in a body, it's fucking obvious that you have been. So what you thought was wrong because you're in a different place now and stuff has changed.
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[That's common knowledge, right?]
That just, that isn't-
[He doesn't want to believe that though, because it feels like a violation and it isn't something that he's keen on ever experiencing. With some effort he pulls himself into a small ball, brows furrowed as he tries to think.]
Ordis needs to find the Operator.
[Find the Operator, the Operator will fix things.]
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[Well, she feels like shit now. And she hates having to give bad news. This isn't as bad as a I regret to inform you letter, but she still feels terrible about it.]
I'll ask around and see if there is someone named Operator in the fleet right now. And you should make a. Uh. More to-the-point message for the network, so they can see it there and know you're looking for them. You're stuck on the Marsiva, the big ship you're on, until the end of the week. So you can check around there and see if your Operator has been brought in too. It could happen.
[Deep breath.]
But they also might not be here, Ordis. You're here because the Atroma kidnapped you from... like a different universe. That's why all of us are here. Some people have friends from home, which is really cool. But some of us--some of us don't. I got separated from my partner and... and I haven't seen him in months. It sucks really bad, but you'll be okay even if that happens. You're tougher than you think you are.
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[But he neglects to continue, because educating people isn't what he's at all worried about at the moment. There are far more important issues, and he doesn't wish to continue listening, but it's impossible not to.]
Ordis refuses to believe that the Operator would abandon him again. The Operator promised. And Ordis is not to be commandeered! Not again.
[The memory of Grineer hands gutting him, ripping away foundry pieces and hull- it leaves a sick feeling in his chest.]
Ordis must find the Operator, the Operator needs Ordis, and it is Ordis' job to serve. Not to be taken prisoner.
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So it feels bad, but don't think it's because your partner abandoned you. That's not how it is at all. If they're not here, they're probably going crazy looking for you. [Wait, she doesn't want to think about that in context of Maine... oh no.]
I bet you're really good at your job. That's important.
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[A memory that he'd rather not relive, given any possibility. The thought of being commandeered, and scavenged, again is horrifying, especially if there are powers at work that aren't fully understood. Are these Atroma sentients? It would almost seem as such, if they possessed such powers.]
Ordis has a job to do, and that is to serve the Operator. The Operator...Ordis would hope that the Operator would not find a new cephalon in Ordis' absence.
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Your partner won't forget you, don't worry. Partners don't. Even if he can't get to you, if he's a good partner he'll be thinking about you as much as you're thinking about him.
For now, you've got a job here that's probably not as cool as your job back home, but you can be good at that too. You definitely seem like someone who works hard and is competent, and that's important. [You know Wrath This is completely sincere.]
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[Nothing good comes from being separated, never.]
And while there may be work here to be done, it cannot be as important as keeping the Operator safe.
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...the Operator will come for Ordis. He has to.
[But for now he's stuck in this form, and so completely alone and it's so confusing and hard to try to wrap his head around.]
Your partner would come for you, correct?
THAT WAS MEAN
I know Maine would if he could. He did, before, when... when something bad happened to me. But I also know I'm not somewhere he can get to, right now.
[This hurts even more.]
So I don't think he will come for me. And it's not his fault or my fault. It's the Atroma's fault. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
IT HURT MY HEART TOO OKAY
Ordis apologizes. He should have...thought better before asking.
Y U HURT US BOTH
But you shouldn't feel bad for asking honest questions and saying what you think. People don't do that enough. It's better to just be straightforward, and that way things aren't as confusing.
IT WAS THERE AND I AM A BAD PERSON
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You're gonna be okay, Ordis.
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That's okay, that makes sense. I don't think anyone should be upset with that, you've got important stuff to get back to. [The point was getting him to calm the fuck down and focus, and it seems to have worked.]
You're going to be stuck on the Marsiva, the ship you're on, til the end of the week. Then you'll get randomly put on one of the fleet ships. Everyone--most everyone is really nice, so don't worry too much, okay?
I'm on the Windrose. If you need help, call me, or you can fly a shuttle to the Windrose if you need to get away okay? Don't ever be afraid to ask for help.
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[Well, maybe some haven't heard it called that, he can't really fault her. Given the choice, he would very much like to not deal with Hunhow again.]
But the Operator is Ordis' most important thing. He needs Ordis. And Ordis needs the Operator.
Being...on a ship doesn't seem right. It's awkward.
[Well, only if you're technically a spaceship too.]
But thank you. Ordis will remember that, and perhaps will contact you sooner than later. He will try to figure everything out so that he does not have to ask for assistance though. It is a cephalon's job to assist, not the other way around.
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But I also didn't get to see the sky for such a long time before I got here... So. Maybe I just forgot. [Shrug.]
Everything gets less awkward the more times you do it. Well almost everything.
I'm a soldier. It's my job to serve. I can't really fight right now, so this is another way for me to do my job, okay? So don't feel bad.
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[But not being able to see the sky? To see the quadrants? That sounds horrible.]
Ordis poses a question: if you were to suddenly find yourself wandering throughout another Oro-human's body, would that not feel very awkward? It is the same concept.
...and Ordis is supposed to serve, not be the one served. To be served would be so...strange.
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[She falls silent, considering this.]
That's... kind of how it's been for me. How it's felt, since I got out of the hospital. I don't think it's exactly the same, cause I'm used to walking and eating and shit, and that hasn't changed. But... yeah. [The whole part where it doesn't feel like her body, where it's felt like a cage, like an enemy? Probably not exactly what he means.]
That kind of thing can also be how people show they like you and care about you, Ordis.
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Ordis wonders, why would someone so new feel the need to like Ordis?
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Why wouldn't someone?
[Answered your question with a question. Take that, computer boy.]
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[Though it is very nice.]
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'computer person tits' would be a great band name