DarthContusion Posted December 19, 2020 Share Posted December 19, 2020 In the back room of Fortuna, Biz directed the various brats to set up chairs and tables for whatever Tenno might show up to the Solaris' little event. It seemed not many had answered the call yet, perhaps due to a lack of concrete information, perhaps due to a surplus of adventure elsewhere. However, Suno owed Eudico a couple favors, so she was "supervising." All she was really doing was sitting in the corner absently gazing at the steam rising up off the cup of coffee she had no intention of coming out of her Gara warframe to drink. It was probably bitter, soon it would be cold too. She might be more inclined to indulge if it was alcohol rather than coffee, but you can't be drunk on an operation. You could be more inclined to take out aggression than strictly necessary, and for a Tenno as repressed as she there was a lot of pent up aggression to take out. That was how the milk carton incident happened, after all. No, no booze, no coffee, no nothing. Just a brown puddle of bean water and too many memories for her brain to sort through properly. They seemed to bubble to the surface of the coffee in an incoherent deluge of faces and names all disconnected from one another. It was getting harder and harder to even want to sort out dreams from reality, She wanted to doze off and forget all the troubles. Indeed if it were not for the pestering of her cephalon, she would pilot her ship out into the void and sit there alone until supplies got too low. Even so, favors were owed, respect was had, the wheels of the social order that kept all hominids from going completely insane kept turning. She couldn't just disappear because of the damnable feelings that connected her to the other intelligences across the system. She found herself raising the cup of coffee to nonexistent lips, earning a chuckle from the little gremlins Eudico had roped into "helping" if it could be called that. They were almost as easily distracted as she was, stopping their work to skag it up for a good five minutes at a time until someone dismissed them. The number of helpers was steadily dwindling for that very reason. They weren't even expected to work for a solid hour, and only expected to do any light labor at all because the adult Solaris were too busy either looking for their missing fellows or going through their daily labors. Missing fellows were what this was all about, after all. Around the central holo-display stood Eudico, Biz, Little Duck, and a worried looking Corpus crewman. An informant, no doubt. The recent disappearances affected everyone, laborers and soldiers alike, and money could buy only so much silence, even from a Corpus. Suno knew in broad strokes what Eudico knew: there was some unseen predator disappearing people in the Vallis and their job was to find out what it was. The first phase would surely be to infiltrate a Corpus facility and nab one of their eggheads, make him talk. How he talked would determine what happened next. She gave up on coffee reading and turned to the entrance to the back room, staring at it with the same vacant insistence she had been using to sort through her liquid demons. If anyone else was coming, they'd have to come through that door, barring any creepy void horse pucky. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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