;voice, open

[sorcerous]

I require supplies.

Hand-forged iron. Bones that have seen the stars. Filaments that cast shadow instead of light. A tesseract.

And energy.

I am willing to bargain.

Comments

[audio]

[buckingauthority]

So you're not making some fancy distillery, then? That's a shame.

[Starbuck's just teasing since she's been paying attention to the open channels and it's easier to be flippant after everything that's been going on.]

[audio]

[sorcerous]

Haven't you already?

[ An odd pang, in his center. He wonders if she will want to go. ]

[audio]

[buckingauthority]

I've got the parts I think I need. Not so hot on the design, though. And I've still gotta sweet talk that Fox guy into doing some welding for me.

[A pause.]

So, you think you've found a way off of this rock?

[audio]

[sorcerous]

I have always had a way.

[ His voice now is tight, a tremor in it -- like a string drawn too tense. ]

I have found a need.

[audio]

[buckingauthority]

[She locks the channel, but keeps it at audio. For some reason it's easier. Reminds her more of when she's in the cockpit.]

Because of what your lady friend accused you of? Stealing the kingship from your brother and banishing him?

[audio]

[sorcerous]

It is none of your affair.

[locked]

[buckingauthority]

[Have a sharp bitter laugh from her end, Loki.]

That's exactly what she said. The hilarious thing is that I was actually wanting to hear your side of the story. But, you know what? Frak you.

[Starbuck cuts the transmission.]