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[This pops up on the magitek a few days after the dossier for the upcoming mission; Fiona's voice is smooth and friendly, like she's quite practiced at speaking to people.]

Hey, Ophelia. Fiona here.

Looks like our next mission requires some backstory work -- and unlike last time, we can't rely on "ignorant tourist." So, because of my experience with this sort of, uh... situation, I'm willing to help everyone out, because I'd rather we didn't all get thrown in cyber-jail because one of you screwed up.

I'm also from a universe where cybernetics are commonplace, so I can help you get the lowdown on that. [Just don't ask her about technical details. It will be embarrassing for everyone involved.]

So, let me know if you need help, advice, whatever -- we're all in this together, after all. And, as you all know, I'm an altruist.
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It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]
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Hey, Audentes!

[Remember this face? No? That's fine, she only remembered the name "Audentes" from all the outside ALASTAIR gossip to begin with. Lilith, making a beeline through a line of other recruits to the teleportation pads, waves one-handed at the camera.]

Nice job fucking up Zymandis' shit, I guess. You really should've blown more of the ship up, t-b-h, but hey, what can you do? [Shrug.] Before I get off track 'cause of explosions, though, I've got a very important question:

What has nobody called dibs on it yet? On the mothership, I mean.

[A passing elven recruit from another team casts her a dirty look in the corner of the feed--] --Oh, come on, you guys kept the friggin' thing AND all the people in it, what're we supposed to do, put the ship in a museum? If we're gonna be wiping Zymandis out, we need all the help we can get. Know what we call that? The spoils of war, kiddies. And the Zymandis armory-- if there is one-- is gonna be some sweet spoils indeed.

Anything corrosive or incendiary's mine, by the way. Calling 'em now. Doubt it'll be Maliwan-quality, but...