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[cargojet]

I understand that there have been injuries and losses throughout the ship during the last few days. I'll make this brief. Security reports Tyke's injury, but I'd like to hear reports from the other departments: their injured, dead, and with time a list of items stolen or destroyed in the firefight, if it's come to that. Communications was below most of the fighting, so we got off light. Medbay - Jenna - you make it through alright?

Damage has been done to the kitchens on the upper decks. Since there's no specific department that deals with that, and it's likely to remain that way, I'm looking for a group of civilian volunteers to clear them up. It's not a glamorous job, but I'm pretty sure Security is too busy to deal with it. Despite all this, we'll be jumping in a little under two weeks. It's important everyone is accounted for before then.

I want to reassure everyone that Security has all the pirates contained. [ He's not sure about it himself, but he says it with conviction. There's a pause, and finally he opens his mouth to say more. Before he can his expression darkens, and then he settles on something else, something simple, eloquent, and brimming with uncertainty: ] God help them.


[ This is dated yesterday, plot wise. And no, there's not a mention of communication's bungle in here. ]

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[cargojet]

When they came to this ship, we offered them protection under our laws. But they aren't getting our laws. No Miranda rights, no civil rights, no human rights. They're information first and foremost, not people. You'd know, Peter: What the hell does that make us?

[triedtobe]

You might want to try that lecture on someone else. But i'm pretty sure you're in the minority of people offering them protection.

[cargojet]

Playing Devil's Advocate. Could say I've got more of dad in me than I thought.

[triedtobe]

I could've told you that already.

[cargojet]

[ Urgh slimy get it off. ]

Last week I'd have told you that Edgeworth was making sure they weren't crossing the line, but now I'm not so sure.

[triedtobe]

[ Hey, you said it, not him. ]

What, you think he's right there at the forefront of it all?

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[cargojet]

I don't know, Pete. He wants information. Hell, we all do. But these people aren't gonna cooperate; they haven't got any reason to.

Besides which, if this was a real ship, the Captain would take responsibility.

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[triedtobe]

And according to them, that'd be you right up there, doling out the punishments.

People don't know what else to do with an excess of vengeance sometimes, Nathan. Not that i'm saying they should go ahead and threaten Machiavelli style torture, but don't people always want someone to blame? A year up in space and they've finally got their first victims.

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[cargojet]

It's like the end of a police chase, where the cop gets out and lays down fire cause the adrenaline's got his blood up.

[ Nathan sounds exasperated. Tired. When did he last sleep? ]

It makes us no better than them.

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[triedtobe]

Course it doesn't. But nobody's gonna worry about it when they're gone. We all need to get back home, remember?

[ He really doesn't feel like he has a stake in this one way or another. ]

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[cargojet]

I'd rather keep myself and get home than give away my honor, my pride, my common decency and do it. If this is all a damn ruse, I won't let it make me less than human. We both know where that would lead.

[ He might just make Peter nuke the ship. Game over. He rubs his face. ]

Would you do something for me, Pete? Just this once?

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[triedtobe]

[ .... He's just giving you a look because this can't lead anywhere good. ]

What?

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[cargojet]

[ Rude. ]

Take Izzie? It wouldn't be for long.

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[triedtobe]

[ Oh. ]

Why? [ This might make living in the forest difficult but no, really, he actually wants to know. And because if you make this about him, he'll punch you. ] Tired of her eating your shoes?

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[cargojet]

I don't know if I'm gonna have time for her until some of this gets cleared up, that's all. Not like there's a doggy day care on board; she's been stuck in Comms for three days.

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[triedtobe]

Fine, i'll take her.

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[cargojet]

Thanks, Pete. Come pick her up when you're ready. I can wait.

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[triedtobe]

You can't just send her on her way?

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[cargojet]

Only if I want someone to walk off with her as though she's their personal booty.

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[triedtobe]

[ Sigh. ]

Still in Comm's?

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[cargojet]

With all my worldly possessions, yes. I've got her collar and lead if you were wondering.

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[triedtobe]

I'll be there in a few minutes.

[ aaaaand disconnect. No need to walk and talk. ]

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[cargojet]

[ Nathan is busy talking to Izzie and rubbing her behind the ears when Peter arrives. His paintings are stacked up in a corner, and the room is still a little bit of a mess. He's trying, though. A little red faced, a little tired, but he still has time to pet the dog.

Just not walk her. He walks her to the door to let Peter in, stepping back, in no rush to get rid of him. ]

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[triedtobe]

[ Peter's still not entirely sure this isn't some kind of ruse to get him to remember how to be a human all over again. He's fallen distinctly into place with his mindset, somewhere between impassive and hollow, attempting to be bored simply because he'd rather not think about what he still believes to be true.

Standing at the door, Peter wasn't overly interested in making this a social visit, but Nathan turns it into one and he takes a few steps inside, only acknowledging Izzie after the fact. ]

So you're still alive, huh. [ Remember that text you sent once, Nathan? How's it feel directed right back at you. ]

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[cargojet]

[ Nathan's happy to see Peter, but he knows it's a little like wrestling with a lion. He's bound to get scratched the moment he lets his guard down. He smiles despite himself, because Izzie goes crazy at the sight of Peter, tail wagging fiercely. Save me she seems to say. There may or may not be a ball in her mouth already. ]

For now, as it happens. I just made coffee?