❧ 001 video;

[noprophecies]

Who: you!
Broadcast: video
Action: Marsiva
When: right now tbh

[when the screen turns on, there's nothing but blackness for a few minutes, followed by a string of very angry-sounding curses. There's the sound of fumbling before a woman's face comes into frame, and she squints at the camera before her eyebrows turn down in a scowl.

Someone is not happy]

If this is supposed to be some sort of joke, then I am not laughing. Though I find it rather cute that you seem to have made your walls fire-proof.

We shall see what else your bloody ship can stand up to. Return my damn weapons.

[that's it, that's all she has to say. With a huff, she fumbles and manages to end the feed]

Comments

[axiomed]

I was, for a little while. Erik was there as well. But he found himself here and I followed a month later.

[noprophecies]

. . . you two have a very bad habit of getting kidnapped, don't you.

[axiomed]

[ Yeah. He can't really comment on that. ]

[noprophecies]

[don't worry she'll be offended on your behalf no matter what you do or don't say]

When will I be able to see you in person?

[axiomed]

Give it a week and you'll be moved off that ship and free to walk around. So to speak.

[noprophecies]

[she mutters a curse under her breath]

Lovely.

[axiomed]

Time will move quickly enough, Clover.

[noprophecies]

I am very impatient, as you know, Miles. Especially when I am forced to wait.

[axiomed]

There's very little any of us can do about it, Clover. At least you have the communicator.

[noprophecies]

Yes, I know, I am just complaining.

What else can you tell me about this prison, then?

[axiomed]

[ He racks his brain. ]

We have an augment - a piece of technology in our heads to help us with our respective duties.

[noprophecies]

In our—what?

[she reaches up to touch her head as if it'll be easy to find] I do not want some piece of bloody technology in my head!

[axiomed]

[ Dryly. ] Nobody does, but it can't be removed.

[noprophecies]

[nnngh. She looks uncomfortable before she looks away with a low growl. Don't get angry at him, it isn't his fault]

What duties are we meant to do, then?

[axiomed]

It varies. I'm in Communications. Erik's down at Engineering.

[noprophecies]

. . . I do not know what either of those things are.

[axiomed]

It means I encode the frequencies on the communicator. I make sure they work. Erik makes sure the ships are running.

[noprophecies]

Ah. [she frowns, considering that for a moment . . . oh] I am - tactical? How appropriate.

[axiomed]

The information to do your job comes from the augment. I'm not sure what tactical does, though.

[noprophecies]

I am support of some kind. [a shrug] Appropriate, given my work history.

[axiomed]

Your work history?

[noprophecies]

Mercenary, dear. I was hired as "support", in some sense.

[axiomed]

Ah, right. I don't think it'll be anything like that.

[noprophecies]

Then I am entirely useless and wasting my time here. How unsurprising.

[axiomed]

You don't know that.