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[so here's a video of kaz. his st. bernard puppy, barend, is on his lap. look at barend!! isn't he cute? isn't he the cutest puppy you've ever seen? he is so cute, in fact, that kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel is petting him. like, for real, kaz is touching something with a pulse. it's a miracle.

and barend is just so cute right? focus on that for a moment. before you listen to what he has to say. itll put you in the right mindset. remember: chill, cute puppy. that's absolutely the point of this video.

totally.

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Here's the thing -- [or, maybe, kaz is going to start lecturing because he's put on his "i'm a lieutenant of a gang" voice. it's the same tone of voice he used when he beat up the entirety of the dregs, but he doesn't know that happened yet. one day.] -- when you all wanted to act like killing was the most unreasonable thing a person could possibly do, there was at least a sense that you had the moral high-ground. "Think of Perdition's Rest! We saved people."

[kaz laughs, a little (a lot) coldly.]

Most of you didn't even want think of what kinds of existences you were saving - both there and back in Woodhurst. You'd rather force a man to live through grueling circumstances and inflict emotional pain than have to live with the idea that your precious hands had been soiled with blood. And anyone who suggested otherwise was immediately jumped on because, Saints forbid anyone suggest what you were doing was wrong. What's the point of moral high-ground if people don't recognize your superior position for what it is?

And it has to be self-perpetuating. So in the wake of this announcement, you're all going to find ways to tell yourselves how you did the right thing, how Oska wasn't your fault, how every life spared is the right thing to do under every circumstance. But a lie, even a nice one, is still a lie.

[he takes a deep breath and shifts, enough so that barend jumps off and scampers away to go find something else to do than sit with his scary teen criminal.]

That's not even really the worst part. The lack of cohesion in this team means that mistakes like these are going to keep happening. [he gives extra emphasis the last two words, trying to drive them home] The kind of work we're doing right now is sloppy at best, and we're lucky it was Oska that got hit and not one of these precious planets you've been trying to save along the way. This mistake could have been a lot more deadly, and the next one almost assuredly will.

I know your responses are going to be a mixture of accusing me of wanting power for myself and being heartless for wanting to kill. Let's all just acknowledge it now, together: if heartless and practical are one in the same, then fine. And power? I honestly don't care enough about this team to want it. I also don't care what your final decisions are - only that we should make some attempt to make them as a group instead of this haphazard decision making we've been doing thus far.

[he pauses, shrugs]

Or we can keep making more mistakes -- and then the decisions will be made for us.

apoptotic

My wife has pointed out we seem to be shorter these days on mechanics and engineers. [ the video captures anakin working with something in his hands. ] With our impending return to battle, my old offer stands: I can make any repairs or upgrades to existing tech. I can also build new designs, but those might take time depending on the complexity.

[ #humblebrag ]

While on the subject, I doubt I'm the only one who's fought droid armies before. It'd be good to compare tactics; the invaders might be similar to known designs.

[ like the ones in the sewer, although those had been mindlessly obedient to their programming. he regrets not pulling one out now to take apart and study.

anakin pauses here as if debating adding anything else. he could simply turn off the feed; he could also have to contend with his wife's disapproval. or rather, more of it.

so, ]

Contact me for details. My name is Anakin Skywalker.

paintjobs

A quick question — does anyone among us have any background in synthesizing? I know the finer points of the science are probably a little beyond your evolutionary pay grade, and I’d usually know better than to run this by a bunch of humans and humans lookalikes, but, well… desperate times, as they say.

I’ve heard from the Qorral Mayor that their species hasn’t had much success with synthesizing argecite, but synthetic materials just so happens to be one of my specialties.

[ And sure, he’s had disastrous results before, but they were still results! He probably won’t accidentally make any vampire zombies here, it’s fine. ]

If any of you think you’d be of any use to efforts to engineer an artificial compound to replace argecite — synth-ar, you could say — feel free to speak up. The only hitch being that this backwater planet doesn’t have much in the way of laboratory equipment. The local blacksmith has been told to expect us stopping by with equipment requests, but I have to wonder if even that is enough. This is a ground-up operation if I’ve ever seen one.

slapfight

[it's about a DAY after Rey and Keith's message goes up that Peridot's patience wears out. she may no longer be a Homeworld gem and she is aware that there were multiple objectives in this mission, but the Deemers are not as important to her as, say, THE CONTINUED SAFETY OF THIS MISERABLE PLANET.

THAT THEY HAPPEN TO STILL BE ON.

it's time for enlightenment, friends. courtesy of this lime green drama queen.]

I realize that these "Deemers" you're all so focused on are a threat that shouldn't be ignored, but may I remind you of the much bigger threat? As in the fact that this planet may actually collapse in on itself if we don't do something about the mining? As someone who has been stuck on a planet that came this close to being destroyed by a similar situation [well not exactly, but she'll exaggerate a bit for effect], I don't want to repeat that. Ever.

[she waves a hand in a shooing motion condescendingly] So while you all go out and chase down... brain worms or whatever they are, I'm going to orchestrate the destruction of the remainder of the mining efforts, and anyone who wants to take care of a real threat can join me before it's too late. It may go against everything I know as a kindergartner, but as a Crystal Gem, I can't let a planet be destroyed just for its resources, even if it's an objectively terrible planet.

Especially while I'm still living on it.

That is all.

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. ]

opticnerd

[The video feed turns on, and there is one giant eyeball, staring right at the screen. Woah, maybe someone put the magic jewelry communicator too close to their face?

Wrong.

Even as the individual pulls back from the communicator, it's still just one eyeball. In fact, it's the only feature on said individual's face- because it's his entire face. His whole head is just an eyeball, with a helmet placed on top.

A little quietly, he talks to himself;]

I don't think I know anyone here… Or that anyone here knows me…

[He rubs his eyeball-face for a moment, and sighs. If it's possible for someone with just an eye to look angry and upset, he's certainly managing it well. And now, with his voice speaking at a more proper volume:]

I understand that I have been kidnapped. I understand that there is supposedly no escape, etceteras.

That isn't a problem. What is a problem is that somewhere, maybe in a galaxy far, far away… Lord Hater is completely unsupervised!!

If this ALASTAIR organization is dedicated to protecting anything at all, then I need to be returned to where I was taken from immediately! He is a completely unstoppable force of mayhem and destruction! He blows up moons when emotional! He is unrelentingly evil and powerful! And I, Commander Peepers, am the only one capable of making sure he doesn't just randomly land on a planet and conquer it's civilians, forcing them into submission and slavery!

[This is certainly one way to describe what happens.]

It is imperative that I find a way to return- with or without ALASTAIR being the one to do it!

And so, I am looking for…

[And at this next word he knows he has to say, he nearly upchucks before saying it.]

Helpful and … nice people to help me construct a ship.

If you have any expertise in this, respond!

[Ahem.]

…Thank you.

predomination

[the Urahara you know and, uh, tolerate, probably, has been replaced by... a guy who basically looks the same, except he's wearing a different outfit and no hat to be seen. he seems fantastically chill, despite everything.]

I know everything has been a bit intense lately with the infestation to take care of, but I did take the liberty of sorting out what exactly is going on here for myself. [aka he basically dug around until he had the answers he wanted, though maybe not necessarily an explanation for how he managed to get a bug bite he doesn't remember. and while maybe he's picked up on some strange timeline nonsense going on, he has no reason to believe it would be happening to him.]

One of the things I've picked up on is the Audentes don't have their own specific network of organized and dedicated scientists, which is a shame, really. It might have actually made this whole thing pass by far more smoothly than how it is currently, if we did.

[even 110 years younger, he's still throwing shade and being delightful about it at the same time.] If I'm wrong, you can correct me and direct me to it, but if I'm right, I have a proposition for you all to consider. Since I don't think I'll be returning to my squad any time soon, I might as well offer you all exactly what I was willing to offer them.

[after all, given everything, this is his squad now. granted, it's a squad full of humans and other assorted and he intends to keep the general details of Soul Society a secret because of that, he can only sit idly for so long. and he was so close to his lifelong ambitions to see them shattered by this nonsense. perhaps he can consider it a trial run before he puts forth the effort to get the real SRDI up and running.]

whatshimadayou

[The message is stated first in English, then reiterated in Japanese.]

This is Hanzo.

Most of you already know how to defend yourselves, so this is not for you.

Those of you who do not, or wish to improve your skills, I offer this to you: our last mission was fairly calm in terms of what you are mostly used to. It was not without some perils, however, and I expect -- including these insects we must deal with now -- it will become strenuous again. You will either need to be protected, or you will need to fight.

I hardly expect you to kill. I expect you to know enough to defend yourself so you can carry more of your weight.

Speak with me, if you have any inclination to learn. I can multitask while killing these bugs.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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