Tyrion Lannister, The Imp (
tallasaking) wrote in
driftfleet2017-06-07 09:40 am
[Video] [FLEETWIDE] [Encrypted from Atroma]
[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.
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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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[He sighed, leaning into that touch.] I cannot afford to.
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You're not alone in this. Whatever this is.
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[A pause, before he gave her another tight embrace.] I know. Thank you.
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[He leaned back and squeezed her own hands.] Now you promise me you shall be cautious.
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I'd miss you too if I got myself killed or if you got yourself killed. And I'm running out of slots for missing people, so I guess we'll both have to stay okay.