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Who: ELN-1470
Broadcast: Yes! Fleet-wide
Action: On the Starstruck
When: 3/7

[ ELN broadcasts from the control room of the Starstruck. She is sitting on a control panel, because that's the only way she can reach the controls: by walking over them. ]

It has come to my attention that the vast majority of you have - [ a brief pause, a sigh ] - names. Which means that, in the interests of efficiency, I must have one as well.

[ Really, she wants to know what it feels like, to have that kind of mark of individuality. But she pretends at disdain. ]

I do not know how an individual goes about procuring a name. Therefore, I offer the first three letters of my designation - E-L-N. You may proffer suggestions based on those.

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[ A little shrug, but she's clearly still stewing about it. ]

Another crewmate didn't seem the type for unexpected brain surgery, but then I found him bleeding on the ground and another ready to sew him up with an unsterilized needle.

Welcome to the Starstruck.

...you know what, I take back what I thought, it could get worse than you.

What the fuck.

I had to physically remove the needle from his grasp.

Is this a feature of males near your size, or is it a coincidence?

I think we just got the nutjobs. Lucky us.

[ Is this... companionship???

ELN sits down on a bare patch between control panels, drawing her knees up and leaning her elbows on them. ]

It would have been remarkably inefficient for half the human race to be so foolish.

I know, you already said you're not human.

[ m-maaaaaybe????

Hard to tell.

Yes?

Let's go with yes. ]

I mean, don't get me wrong, guys are idiots 99% of the time, but not that bad. I mean, at least run that over a flame or something before you use it, if it's that desperate. Don't we have like a first aid kit or something on this deathtrap?

A bit more than that. In addition, the augmentation to my cortical stack provided some basic medical expertise.

Seriously? Medical Officer Captain Eileen Lindsay Neil?

[ Look, more name suggestions! ]

You're just a bundle of skills, huh?

My prior designation was as a communications, status and coordination officer.

I'm not going to be named after a gesture of obeisance. [ She thinks 'Neil' means 'Kneel'. ]

Okay one, I have no idea what that last word means. Two, those are all very respectable Irish names, thanks. You're not disrespecting the Irish, are you?

[ Her accent, for the record, is Boston with just a HINT of Irish, like you'd get living in Boston but often around some Irish people. NOT THAT IT MATTERS, it just seemed important to point out. ]

That is a nationality, isn't it?

Yep. My family's Irish, came over when my dad was a kid.

A human nationality.

Ain't just humans live there, where I'm from.

Then what are you?

[ wryly ] An Ishim in a family of Erelim.

I'm an angel. Not like from the Bible or anything, big firey ball of eyes and wings or whatever, but that's what we're called.

...I was always confused on whether angels were metaphorical designations or naturally six-limbed humans with both arms and wings. The latter seems unlikely.

Hell if I know about the shit from the Bible, but I've got them. Wings, I mean.

...I'm doubtful of the aerodynamics.

Well I can't fly. I don't think any of us can. Some of us can glide, though, if our span's big enough, and a few can get off the ground with some effort, if only for a minute or so.

Then that just sounds inconvenient.

Eh, don't look at me, it's been that way as long as anybody knows.

Erin, Lean, Nora. Or you could branch out. Brigit's good. Fiona. Maura.

I didn't mind Evelyn.

It's a good name. I had a cousin named Evelyn. She was way older than me, but she was pretty cool.

What was her - job?