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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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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?

She hunted, mostly. Got killed on a hunt. An Ifrit lit her up. Someone else in the team got him.

She killed things?

Yeah. That's what my family does. We hunt demons.

[ She shifts a little, uncomfortably. Okay so she maybe doesn't so much at the moment because she's started realizing how fucking INSANE her family is, but... ]

Why? What's wrong with demons?

Uh... It's...

[ Complicated. Something she's not sure she wants to blindly follow anymore. REALLY FUCKING COMPLICATED.

...Let's go for a subtle hint that she'd like to change the subject ]

So why are you so fuckin' tiny, anyway?

[ She crosses her arms, indignant and effectively distracted. ]

Why are you so large?

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