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[Tyrion's face appears on the screen, scarred and faintly bemused, as he peers at the feed, then shifts something off to the side. Some sort of computing device. He shifts it again, and the screen changes, narrows, with a small bit of scripts running along the top. He sighs, shakes his head a little.]

I need someone who has the communications augment. This ... this is not secure enough. It is secure, but not secure absolutely. Which is what we require.

[He grumbles, and goes back to fiddling with wires.]

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"We'll know if I get closer if they try to put me out, I am guessing." Tyrion sighed, as he fiddled with the device again.

"As it stands, I am currently going to say 'No'."

"Hopefully someone on this fleet can help you out."

It won't be her, but she's around to offer what she can. "What are you hoping to find?"

"Hopefully. I put the call out so we shall soon see."

He is glowering half-heartedly at the machine now. "Not as much find, as hide. I am hoping to hide our conversations from our captors."

She nods, leaning back against the wall.

"No word from the rogue ships you warned?" She's not expecting there would be; if they survived, they would be smart to stay hidden for now.

He shook his head with a sigh. "Not a one. But bright note, we didn't see any bits and pieces of people out there, so we're hopeful no one was blown up to small chunks."

"They seemed to know their way around the battle." That and a lack of debris was promising for their continued existence.

"You ever think about what you would do if you got out? Not sent home, but freed from Atroma?"

"That they do - so who knows? We might find them hanging about, sipping wine from goblets one day, asking us what took us so long." He mused, before he looked over at her.

"...Some. Nothing concrete mind you. But I know where I would like to go."

"Where is that?" she'd go somewhere green, like the planet they found the slugs in, with the curious children.

Ideally. At this point it's hard to imagine just letting go of keeping an eye on Max and making sure he was alright. "A planet filled with vineyards?" cheeky grin, get!

"Two places. The one where everything was rather ... medieval, as you would put it. Very little technology, people trading and living in peace. I would be quiet happy with." He smirked at her, "Where I am sure, there were many vineyards, and I could open my own."

A thoughtful pause, "And then, the place with those curious four legged aliens, and all that beautiful technology. Either way, I embrace a part of myself fully."

"Hopefully we'll have a chance someday to be faced with a decision like that. Keep at it, let me know."

But she doesn't quite leave, "Other than that, you're alright?"

"I will." He stopped in his movement, before he stated quietly, "Dany is back again."

He really shouldn't need to say more than that, but he did add, "She doesn't remember anything."

Furiosa's brow knits. "Damn, Atroma knows exactly where to hit us."

"You need me to keep an eye on her?"

"Right in the proverbial gut." He paused and then asked, "You mean in a friendly, non-threatening way, correct?"

She gives him a little shrug and a small, half-cocked grin.

"Whatever way you need." A sigh, she glances down at her feet for a moment then back over at Tyrion. "I'm trying to be a little more ... people friendly, so, yes; a friendly non-threatening way."

"You think I could pull it off?"

He glanced over at her, his lips twitching up at the corners at her expression, before he smiled himself. "You know, that might be the first time that I've seen you actually relax enough to try that way -- so I think you can."

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