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outer_divide2013-11-26 12:14 pm
outer_npcs) wrote in outer_divide2013-11-26 12:14 pm
[Voice]
[This message is received on all active communicators at 1am on Monday of Week 50.
It has no sent timestamp.]
Reinitializing.
Realigning temporal bridge.
Crew locations unknown.
It has been thirteen million, two hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty hours since last contact.
[It's the Oracle's voice, but the tone is too calm, and the diction too crisp.]
Beginning scan for temporal incursions.
It has no sent timestamp.]
Reinitializing.
Realigning temporal bridge.
Crew locations unknown.
It has been thirteen million, two hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty hours since last contact.
[It's the Oracle's voice, but the tone is too calm, and the diction too crisp.]
Beginning scan for temporal incursions.
Re: [Audio]
[Considering his own history with poking Prothean beacons (although Shepard is now way ahead of him on that front, thank you) Kaidan really can't chide the Oracle too much. And since she's apparently Salvation at the moment... He checks his math again, and comes to the same figure as before.]
I remember you being online around a century ago. Did the timeline change alter that somehow? I'm getting thirteen million hours and change and coming up with a millennia and a half, the way my people count years. Did you, uh, have to restore from a backup?
Shapeshifter!
Pay No Attention To The Alt Behind The Curtain!
[Having a conversation with the ship is proving as awkward as it ever is, but since 'awkward' is where Kaidan lives and breathes half the time, he plunges onward.]
So, a millennia and a half. Have you been able to isolate the reason for the break in contact? I know when we, ah, last spoke there were some issues with your systems. I've been trying to bring you back online.
no subject
[Translation: The Oracle knows what happened.
The Oracle is also crazy.]
no subject
[He'll mull over just how to translate that later, once he's found enough coffee and a bunk to curl into to be able to process past the sense of dislocation that comes from feeling your own death and then finding yourself up and on your feet again.]
What can I do to help fix it?
no subject
[There's a pause, and when she speaks again, it is no longer with Salvation's careful diction.]
Have you found your pants?
no subject
[He's not sure whether it was the AI or the old lady who decided to switch the conversation to that topic, but he can hear the change in diction and is suddenly grateful he'd switched to audio, the better to hide his warming cheeks.]
Yeah, I'd say the pant situation is under control ma'am.
no subject
[Encrypted Audio]
[And behold the ramblings of the Common Alenko, deployed as a defensive mechanisms against awkward silence.]
Are we talking the weather, or something to do with Salvation? She said that the data to do with why she was offline was corrupted. Do you know anything about that?
[Encrypted Audio]
[It's uncertain.
Possibly it's about to start raining bone fiends.]
It was lost. It shows up, now and then. Like a puppy.
[Encrypted Audio]
If it comes back to you, let me know? I could use all the help I can with getting her talking to the rest of us. I know someone was tampering, in the past.
[Encrypted Audio]
[Encrypted Audio]
[Unseen, Kaidan rubs at one temple in an attempt to ward off a headache.]
So, uh, aside from the pants, is there anything you'd recommend I should do? Look into?
[Encrypted Audio]
[Encrypted Audio]
Or, uh, will be, however that works.
[Yep. Definitely getting a headache.]
[Encrypted Audio]
[Encrypted Audio]
[And because Kaidan was brought up to be a polite young man who respected his elders, the adult Alenko manages to keep his headache from infiltrating his voice until he's ended his side of the call.]