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[forcevisions]

[ Everyone's camping. That's fun, isn't it? Well, before people get ahead of themselves, there's some more news that's waiting. Following Keith and Rey's conversation—and Keith being set right about their shared misconceptions thanks to some clarifications from ALASTAIR—they've finally regrouped enough for … this. If you've ever wondered how good Keith is at sharing information, it's probably along the lines of "not good."

So, this should be good, basically. (At least he has Rey to back him up.)

The two of them are sitting side by side on the outskirts of camp so that they can make their announcement undisturbed. Keith's sporting a warmer jacket and Rey was all but swallowed in the hood of her ALASTAIR uniform, which fit ill now in the light of the doubts that the holodisc shed on them.

After a beat of them … sitting there, Keith awkwardly clears his throat in what sounds like an ineffectual manner: ]

Uh, hey. We have something to tell you all today. [ A beat. Another beat. He glances toward Rey, as if he suddenly feels like she's the one who should talk.

While Rey clearly doesn’t appreciate the hand-off, her shoulders rustling as she composes herself, she can’t deny the responsibility. She directs her gaze towards him for a moment, wrestling with something, before she relents. ]

I made a mistake. [ It seems the simplest place to start when most of them had seen precisely what happened with the Reverend. ] We need to make sure that none of you repeat it. When I killed … [ She can’t muster that admission, not properly, not in this context. So she starts again. ] When the Reverend died, something came out of him. Some kind of parasite.

[ Right, he knows Rey's body language enough to realize where he should probably help. If if were anyone else, that might not be the case, but somehow, they've become friends. It's an odd thing for him, and when she finishes speaking, he preps himself. All right, he can do this. He can do this. ]

The parasite is called the Taraxa. I didn't get a chance to look at a holodisc I found until after the fighting war over, and um, I'm sorry for not coming forward sooner. We wanted to check back with ALASTAIR first. [ He pauses here, but briefly. ]

Anyway, the Taraxa are supposed to be a peaceful group now. They've worked with ALASTAIR via some temporary hosts as spies, but obviously, none of us would call the Deemers peaceful. Rey and I don't know what happened, or if these are some … special branch that decided to go rogue. I don't know. But I think we've got a bigger mess to deal with here than just the mines and mining. [ He offers Rey a brief glance. Keith can't even begin to guess what the Deemers are really doing. He can't. But between the fires and disappearances, he figures they can't just ignore this. ]

They’re also supposed to have hosts that they build instead of steal, but that’s obviously not the case. It’s possible but dangerous to communicate with them because they follow a hivemind they consider their Mother, which is red instead of ... [ Grimly, she raises the dessicated carcass of the beige slug she’d evinced from the Reverend’s corpse. It seemed an odd thing, now, to hold onto it like some kind of trophy, but she hadn’t been ready to let it go, as if holding onto the horror of what she had done. ] Though there’s no clear way to tell when you’re dealing with a Mother while she’s in a host, as far as I can tell.

Until we know more, travel in pairs, and try to avoid lethal force; the Deemers aren’t acting of their own free will.

Or … their hosts aren't, anyway. I guess it's really the same thing, huh? Most importantly, if you have a way of scanning people's brains, let us know. It wasn't clear in the file how to stop them exactly, but heat and salt seem like our best bets. Uh, death and decapitation work, too, but I think we're gonna try to avoid that from now on.

[ Sulky silence quieted Rey, on that note, and she ended the transmission abruptly. ]

[ ooc; if it isn't clear, Rey and Keith. ]

Comments

[slushfund]

(well, hiruma'd volunteer but consider this: no.)

That'd be pretty useful.
If at least half of Audentes wouldn't get their fucking dander up about someone taking the reins.
I'm just putting the egos that I've met into question, here.

You could run a poll and put it to a vote, if you really wanted.
I'd vote!
¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[secondnature]

I don't think we have time for a vote.

I'd prefer if we could just appoint a guy. At least for now.

But that might make some people mad if they're too stupid to accept the guy I'm thinking of, and they might be.

[slushfund]

Lololol, the chances are 0%.
I'd give it the benefit of the doubt, but Audentes members are from ALL OVER...
The different backgrounds and different sets of morals will make picking one dude pretty fucking tough.

Who is he, though?
Knowing for the sake of knowing.

[secondnature]

His name's Shiro.

He's the leader of my team back home. Everyone who meets him looks up to him. And I mean EVERYONE.

He's not power hungry or anything either.

[If Keith were more long-winded he would go on about all of Shiro's great traits. There are so many.]

[slushfund]

("shiro", really? sounds like a tiny, fluffy dog more than a leader to look up to... but that's just a name.)

Every single person who has ever met him has looked up to him...
Can he walk on water, too?
If so, the resemblance is UNCANNY.

[secondnature]

Uh, you know, I haven't checked.

Do you think I should?

[Whoosh. Jet pack right over Keith's head.]

[slushfund]

...
Yes.
Yes, you should.

[secondnature]

Huh ... well, at least I can do that for you.

[And he is, in fact, doing just that.]

[slushfund]

LMFAO, ALRIGHT, gimme the details when you hear back.

(this is the best day ever.)