ORB - RD9, Mid-Morning.

[shadow_sage]

[A new face, feminine, blue, and topped by, well, tentacles, appears in the Orb. She looks rather frustrated, and as she speaks, her voice carries a note of the same thing.]

My name is Dr. Liara T’Soni. My kidnapper insisted that this...device...would allow me to speak with others taken from their worlds. Like it was a gift, to help me play his little game. Of course, I’m probably just standing here talking to a rock. Goddess, I haven’t done that for a while.

[Shaking her head, she puts a hand up, covering most of her face.]

There isn’t much I can do without information, and what I’ve been given isn’t very helpful. I don’t suppose that anyone else had more luck getting answers than I did, but it can’t hurt to ask. Do you know anything?

[She drops the hand and sighs.]

We can’t possibly have much time left, so does anyone have a way to get a signal off of this planet? I don’t even know what cluster this is, so I have no idea how far away the front is, but I am certain that it is moving closer. They have hit just about everything else already. I must speak to someone in the allied fleet as soon as possible.

Comments

[toxic_tsarina]

I'm just telling you what I've been told, doctor. Do you remember anything after you woke up? Someone should have greeted you, but...I didn't remember until later my first night.

[shadow_sage]

I...of course.

I'm sorry.

[She closes her eyes.]

An older man. Human, or so he seemed to me. He spoke of danger and thorns, some kind of vine, I think, growing along the border of the kingdm. I did not meet the king, but he was mentioned. All a great deal about magic, which I ignored more than I should have, since it was probably full of clues about whatever process brought us here.

What I don't understand is how these people could be human. Thirty years is not nearly enough time for civilization to fail so dramatically.

[toxic_tsarina]

[She shakes the sentiment off.] An apology is unnecessary, this place is understandably overwhelming.

[Tasha listens carefully, comparing notes to see what matches and what doesn't.]

Our job is to fight those thorns. They've already obliterated other villages and we have to make sure the incident doesn't repeat here. You were assigned a role.

[The latter can either be taken as a statement or a question.]

[shadow_sage]

Obliterated how? What happened to the peo...nevermind, I don't want to know.

Role?

[She was, but it didn't exactly make sense to her at the time. Yeah, sorry.]

[toxic_tsarina]

Mage, prince, rogue. I was assigned the role of entertainer.

[Half-truth. Despite her outfit being somewhat of a give away, it isn't completely so, and because it's a habit to withhold information, she regularly falls back on, Tasha doesn't give her exact role away.]

[shadow_sage]

And there seems to be a point to these roles?

[She was the top info broker in her universe; she feels the same way.]

[toxic_tsarina]

Haven't been here long enough to answer you honestly on that one, doc. But if there really is going to be a battle, then I would think so, yes. The thorns look scary enough, for what it's worth.

[shadow_sage]

I'm an archeologist. I'm not sure I'll be any help fighting on the ground.

[Lies.]

Surely there are better people that could have been approached than I.

[toxic_tsarina]

Not my call to make. If you have issues, I would guess the king is who you'd take it up with.

[She's not so sure she buys the archaeologist claim, but she's hardly been here long enough to gather a proper list of 'jobs'.]

[shadow_sage]

I studied the Protheans for fifty years. They were more advanced than even my own people when the Reapers destroyed their civilization. I haven't studied primitive civilizations like this for decades. I can't imagine what I know that could possibly be useful here.

Where is this King to be found?

[The archaeology part? Not a lie. Misleading, but true. As far as fighting goes, well. Dr. T'Soni has some experience there...and don't think she isn't wondering what good an 'entertainer' would be, either.]

Probably at the castle. Avoiding us, no doubt. Again, I am sorry, Miss Rushman. I really am not angry at you, merely the situation.