ataraxion | 024; PSA

You're not alone. People you care about are calling for your help, and you want to go help them. I'm going to ask you to be a little more patient before you run off into the dark. We know they're lost, we know there's something pursuing them, we know they need help. But we also know that the most recent post on the network, the one talking about warnings from the captain - a captain we don't have - wasn't made by one of us. That means this problem is bigger than you think; it's bigger than all of us, and it's important we get a clear image of what we're facing before we leave. Shepard's team has gone missing, and other comms have started going off the radar too--we'll start where they disappeared, and if we do this together, we might even succeed. The last thing we need is more of you lost out there because you chose to do this on your own.

Right now I need your help in a different, but just as important way. If you've received a message from someone, we need to hear them. That way we can establish a thorough list of who's missing, and try and piece together what they were all trying to say.

Tyke, as Head of Security, is going to coordinate the rescue. I imagine she'll speak to you shortly herself. Rest assured we'll need bodies on the ground for this one, and I know there's going to be no telling some of you to stay put, so forgive me if I - at least - save myself the effort of trying. The corridors are dangerous: bring weapons, ammunition, your communicator, but don't worry too much about rations--you won't need them.

[ He seems about to sign off, but he has to address that post, the grinding static and the screams underneath it, all of it so familiar to him by now. ]

...

"They're getting closer." I don't know about you, but that doesn't sound like a coincidence. Whatever we find out there, whatever is after our people, try not to kill it unless you have to. Don't get killed, but bear in mind the risk that we may be deceived into murdering people who would be our allies. I can't shake the feeling that we're being set up. Alright. Hang in there, everyone.

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Already got all the warning you need. [The messages, he means.] They're not calling us for rescue.

We're being beckoned into a trap. That much I caught. Not my first rodeo--or my first trap.

First one we've had a choice for. But it's still missing a piece.

Edited 2014-06-22 02:13 (UTC)

It's missing a few pieces. My personal favorite is "What does it get out of it?" Why give us the choice, unless perhaps both decisions satisfy?

Already know what it wants.

To keep us, like grandma after Thanksgiving dinner.

[ In his defense: it's inappropriate one liner day. ]

[Like Riddick knows what Thanksgiving is. Or grandmas.]

Bars and walls on a slam just stop you getting out.

If keeping us was all it wanted there are more efficient ways. Why stop at Arima and risk us...I don't know, chaining ourselves to the asteroid?

Stopped for the shuttle.

[Like it's that simple.]

It doesn't care how long it takes. Ain't about the walls.

Which came back loaded with supplies to restock the kitchen. It stopped to feed us, which means we can expect another scheduled stop in five months.

I suppose we could all go on hunger strike. Throw all the food out an airlock and force it to react to us and not the other way around.

[ Lol nobody is going to let him ditch the food, even if the idea does have merit. ]

Reacted to you on the bridge. Reacting to Shepard now.

[And look how well those had turned out. But there is the other side to consider,]

Could be survival instinct it's betting on.

Yeah, well. Sadly I like surviving too, so maybe it's nailed that one.

Want us alive. Doesn't matter if we die. There's something on the line, makes it different.

[ Well that was true. Dying wasn't exactly a setback. ]

So death doesn't make us incompatible. I can roll with that. Something like what? Is it running out of time, energy, losing control?

Already told you, walls don't keep a man.

But the dead can't go anywhere. So we surrender willingly to being kept, or it gets tired of trying to convince us.

Keeps pulling more people in. It's got time.

Or just start the experiment all over again.

Don't know much 'bout experiments. But you take this long trying to work a thing through, there's gonna be something in it stopping you burning it down.

Forming attachments to the lab rats is risky--assuming this thing can ever really care. Doesn't seem to show any pity or remorse.

Might already have them, it picked us out from the start.

Edited (tries a differnet direction) 2014-07-08 18:33 (UTC)

In one version it did. In the other we picked it.

[That clearly amuses him.]

I'll pick a slam the day I'm ready to get buried in one.

[ Nathan snorts. ] Prison wouldn't suit me either. I'm not going to tempt fate by saying what I'd do instead, but it's not my scene at all.

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