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voice | a call for help

[ If he could have posted a video message then he would but, between standing over Bass's unconscious body, the still-drawn lightsaber and the mask he has yet to remove, Quin settles for voice. His tone is terse and grim, punctuated by a slight breathlessness and the familiar bassline hum of an ignited lightsaber in the background. ]

I need the security militia. Corridor one-one-three-eight. [ SHUT UP POP CULTURE NERDS it's a totally normal number. ] Weapons aren't needed...

[ A pause for reflection, then: ]

But a medic is.

[ yet another pause before he gruffly adds: ]

Obi-Wan. You too.

[ OPEN TO ACTION: Quinlan will be found pretty much sitting on top of a very unconscious Bass (also minus one arm). Only one thread for hauling Bass's body away to the brig, please - all other arrivals after that will find Quinlan alone after Bass has been taken away! ]

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I defeated him, Alex Summers. [ Slowly, surely: ] If the mask did have any involvement, then it gave me strength.

[Alex is face palming right now. This is the crappiest month.]

God do you know how creepy you sound right now? Take the mask off, and let us talk, damn it. I'm not talking to that fucked up face.

[ A long pause, and then: ]

...Where is your mask?

It's locked in a damn trunk.

[Alex snorted.]

And someone else has the key.

[ There's another pause before Quinlan speaks up again in cool, quiet tones, saying ]

You haven't worn it?

Not since I saw you last.

The masks are useful, Alex Summers. You must have felt it!

They aren't! Anything that makes me see them is fucked.

Illusions. Nothing more.

[ There's a heavy pause - Quinlan hasn't brought himself to ask this question yet, but now it seems more important than ever before. ]

Who do you see?

None of your fucking business, that's who.

[ Unseen on the other end of the audio feed Quinlan smiles wanly, cheeks pulling tight against the rough interior of the mask. ]

Friends, then. Loved ones. Maybe family, or those as close as family.

[ A beat, then he repeats: ]

Illusions. Nothing more.

Illusions or not, I don't want to see them.

And that mask...it made me feel different.

You be an idiot and wear it, fine. But I won't.

You're afraid of your mask, aren't you, Alex Summers?

Yeah, I am.

And there isn't anything fucking wrong with that.

[Alex has learned to own his fears.]

Then you're the fool for ignoring your fears! You think you can just pretend that it doesn't exist? That it isn't there? The mask reflects the face, Alex Summers - you're merely afraid of yourself!

Yeah well I'm not going to deny that.

I fucking kill people.

I should be afraid.

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voice | a call for help

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SEC filter | okay quin might have to apologise for this one later, sorry alex

SEC filter | sad thing is he can't really deny it.