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Who: Red Fish Crew
Broadcast: may...be...?
Action: On the Red Fish
When: After leaving January's planet

[An exciting planet, now left behind! An old friend departed and now returned! What exciting new developments will be in store for the intrepid crew of the SS Red Fish this month?

Tune in to find out!]

Comments

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There's about a million of us, left within the walls.

[Which sounds big... but is really a small number indeed.]

They might not be so formidable if they didn't heal. These creatures are called titans, and they regenerate, you see. Slice them, and the flesh simply grows back! Remove a hand, an eye, and give it a few minutes - you'll see it coming in again. [She smiles a little too wide, and her eyes brighten a little too much, with that description - and then she takes a careful breath and reins it in. She must be controlled, with Nunnally.]

They only have one vulnerable point that'll truly kill them: the nape.

[blindoptimism]

And no one knows where they came from? [how terrifying that such a formidable foe would come out of no where. something so unknown]

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That's right. [Well, the origins are beginning to become clearer now... which, actually, is terrible enough. But how it all came about? She still doesn't know.]

They mysteriously appeared and began threatening humanity about a century ago, so the surviving human population lives within the walls. But it's far from ideal...

[She smiles.]

Don't worry about it too much, Nunnally. It's not your task to fight.

[blindoptimism]

[ah... she opens her mouth after Hange's last comment, but closes it and seems to decide that she'll say something else instead]

But... at least until you return home, it shouldn't be your burden to bear alone.

[...]

Not that I do not think that you're capable, but I just... [poop. she prides herself on being well spoken, but she's at a loss for words]

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[Hange gets what she means, though. She chuckles a little, but it's kind, not derisive.]

You're a good girl, you know?

I don't mind telling you more, but don't worry about me being alone. I trust you and Zhas too I suppose. Hopefully Coil and Garak will integrate well into the crew. And at home, I have many comrades.

[blindoptimism]

[hearing that last bit makes her smile a bit more genuinely. Good, she trusts and relies on her teammates back home. They'll make sure she's okay... they all will together, right?

She knows that kind of thinking is painful optimistic, but she can't help it. Hange is a good person, and she deserves a long life]

Do you mind if I ask about your comrades?

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Not at all.

[The game has kind of fallen by the wayside here... it occurs to Hange and then she brushes it aside. Nunnally probably just wanted to talk to someone anyway.]

Well, I work with a large number of people, but I can tell you about the ones I work with a lot. Moblit is my aide, for instance. He worries a lot and drinks a lot because the work we do is so dangerous! [He drinks a lot because of her...] He's an excellent artist, which is a useful skill for us - he can sketch specimens very quickly. And he's always doing his best to look out for me. [She grins. Moblit has a hard time keeping up with Hange, but she's very fond of him.]