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Team 1, RIP

Raven: So, any idea on what we're actually trying to be, uh, assaulting?

Raven: ...over.

Pyre: I believe it was left vague and at our own discretion. Over.

Augustus: So you're saying we have no idea what our actual goal here is?

Augustus: Uh, over.

DATA: According to the message, the goal of the mission is to infiltrate the western wing of facility. Over.

radio call: open frequency

Raven: No [WET COUGHING, WHEEZING] casual[FEEDBACK]. Fu[MORE COUGHING, MORE WHEEZING] you, Ka[FEEDBACK].

Marrow: I said, state your name and condition, before you-

Marrow: [ABRUPT PAUSE]-say again, Kallia? Do you have confirmed casualties? If so then this is a priority report, I repeat, I want to know exact-

[RAVEN INTERRUPTS]

Marrow: Fuck's sake, I'm getting mixed fuckin' messages here, this is not the time for this shit- do NOT report a fucking casualty- [STATIC]-less AFFIRMED, DO YOU READ?

Marrow: NOW STATE YOUR FUCKIN' NAMES. STATE YOUR CONDITION. THAT'S A DIRECT ORDER. OVER.

Kallia: Loo-- at Raven, the next Jesus Christ.

Kallia: Keep you-- voice down, we're gettin-- headache over here.

DATA:DATA present and uninjured.

private channel : DATA & THEON

Theon: DATA?

Theon: For fuck's sake, DATA.

[STATIC]...

Theon: DATA please, can you hear me?! Just answer me!

[STATIC]...

DATA: -eon? [STATIC] ...hear me?

DATA: [STATIC] too much blood... [GUNFIRE] attempting... [STATIC] his vitals are slowing [STATIC]

DATA: ...turn off the pain sensors [STATIC]... more efficient in aid- [STATIC]Please shut... off... [GUNFIRE]

orionthayer:

“Thanks for the statistical analysis. And the IBM - can’t make it a mile without it.” Pressing their lips together, Orion rather reluctantly took the IBM from his hand, unsure of how they felt about encountering him here. Or really, anywhere. From the beginning, Orion hadn’t quite understood them - the one anomaly among the crew, the only one with a tin heart that hadn’t replaced a beating one. Less than a human, he didn’t quite lay claim to robot either. Perhaps he copied them too finely, able to mimic their emotions and actions down to a t. Whether that was intentional, or a flaw in his code, Orion had yet to discover. Either way, in the dim light, the fake smile excepted, he appeared to be almost human. A bit of a tragedy. Quickly squashing the sentimental sympathy, Orion pushed the IBM into their pocket, wondering what would happen now. 

Then, furrowing their eyebrows, their hand instinctively went to the soul in their neck - the one that had long felt redundant, given the anonymous lifestyle they had been blessed with living. “How did you find me? Don’t tell me you’ve got a stalker setting.” Although their words came out a little too crudely to be taken as a joke, Orion quickly chewed down on their lip - feeling a little guilty. I shouldn’t be so hard with my words. Then again, was he even capable of feeling hurt? Although no scientist or engineer, Orion was eager to find out. “Because then I’d have to toss water on your motherboard.” Ah fuck - didn’t look like they would be getting much information gathering done - not when they weren’t sure if they could trust him. It was messed up, how a group of people could spend six months together and yet be entirely uncertain of each other.

A look of confusion furrowed his brow as he stared at the human before him. “You made it many miles into the city without your IBM.” Despite the constant interaction with those he was so desperate to imitate, DATA still found himself unable to grasp the carefully crafted notions that were embedded in the language and social structures of the human race. His expression did not waver – in contrast, it seemed to grow in intensity - as Orion continued to speak in colloquialisms that DATA had yet to comprehend. He did not believe they truly intended to cause harm by ‘throwing water on his motherboard,’ as if Theon had not already engaged the precautionary protection of ensuring his circuits were designed to prevent water from interrupting his basic function. Instead, he reasoned, such an expression of ill intention must be akin to that of a jest; although, DATA had yet to understand the context in which the threat of harm would be humorous.

Their words, paired with an anxious countenance embodied in bitten lips and a restless gaze, evoked an uncommon feeling of shame. He had obviously done something to unsettle his fellow crew member. Fingers wrapped together in an unconscious movement of apprehension over his own actions. Perhaps he should not have attempted to return their communication device; perhaps he had misread the complex social cues that still awarded him frustrating complications by attempting to engage in their communal relationship outside the steel barriers of the ship. “I apologize if my company has persecuted you with unwanted attention,” he said, referencing the definition of the new addition to his vocabulary. “I merely followed your biological signature in order to successfully deliver your communication device.”