Log:SPACETEAM 2: The Re-Spacening!, Scene 7

SPACETEAM 2: The Re-Spacening! 2017/09/04 Rick Griffin Indira Quiet 7

Quiet rolls her shoulders in response to Griffin's comment on yoga, though perhaps she should be the violent distraction next time. She might a) fare better against the opponent, b) get some of that relaxation he's going on about, or c) all of the above.

Rick lies largely still on the floor. He's markedly more "calm" than Griffin or Quiet. Only Vaksoh is worse for wear than Rick and the divide between the two states is uncomfortably narrow.

Speaking of Vaksoh, the doors to the chamber open to admit a quartet of slender Asrani similar in build to Indira herself. They are not present terribly long, limiting our heroines - and Griffin - in their ability to study the team that collect Commander Vaksoh from the floor. All four of the spacesuit-equipped Asrani produce some kind of luminous C-shaped metal(?) unit that "affixes" to Vaksoh with a dull thrum and a pulse of pale purple light.

Vaksoh is abruptly and unceremoniously lifted off of the floor with very little in the way of effort. Querkha exits the room with the quintet, its fingers neatly folded into a peaceful gesture as it strolls after Vaksoh. It may be assumed that Querkha is sustaining its calming effect upon Vaksoh for the time being.

Indira is quite pleased to see the others leave, allowing Zero Division time to discuss the matters at hand in private. "We should be alone for now," Indira sighs out with relief, then turns around to face the team.

She looks at a loss of words for a moment, trying to search for the right thing to say as her hands touch fingertip to fingertip in front of her, tapping each other lightly as she fidgets.

"This...is not how I wanted you to meet my People..."

Griffin looks around the room once they're alone. He doesn't say anything at first though. He just watches his comrades while he mulls over what all they've been told so far. He isn't down with genocide, but he knows if they don't say yes to this- the Asrani will find another group not so squeemish about wiping everyone out. He's hoping Zero Division can find a different path through this- or be strong enough to forge their own.

When Indira speaks first, part of him is releived. "Well, you've seen our people at their worst too. But you rarely get to guide their hand away- we might have just that opportunity here today though." He says thoughtfully.

Quiet taps several finers upon her right forearm to produce, IT WAS NOT A TERRIBLE FIRST MEETING. WE SAW THAT OUR RACES HAVE SEVERAL THINGS IN COMMON. LIKE ARROGANT ASSHOLES GETING INTO FIGHTS, GETTING SHUT DOWN, AND GETTING DRAGGED AWAY AFTER. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE NIGHTLIFE IS LIKE."

Indira smiles with sheepish gratitude at their understanding. "Yes, more alike then they can see. Or wish to admit," she sighs, taking measured steps towards Rick to check on him. "This situation they've created is...terrible. Worse than I imagined. And...a morally difficult crisis," she says as she folds her legs beneath her to kneel down next to Rick.

"The Kroex'dan...they are sentient, yes. But their hosts...they aren't Asrani anymore. I saw in Vaksoh's mind. They are not recognizable as their former selves."

Griffin Freeman finds himself a seat with a direct line of sight on the door they all came in and that Vakosh is removed from- his eyes all aglow with threatening energy, but in truth its just for show.

"It is a hell of a quagmire your people have thmeselves mixed up in- still, not sure we have another choice here. If we don't take the job, what happens next Ambassador? What will your people do?" He asks her pointedly, though the question is rhetorical.

"It's a disease that is spreading. It takes over the minds and lives of those it infects," Indira restates the facts as she touches Rick's shoulder to see if that will rouse him.

Looking over her shoulder back to him, she seems to think of the options. "They won't risk sending another team down to help cure those afflicted. But they must stop it from spreading. They could decide to use another weapon to wipe them out from a distance."

Griffin seems like that was the answer he was expecting. "Exactly. So we either find a solution or accept the fact that there are going to be two sentient lifeforms wiped out at the end of this- under the best circumstance. Worse, its a hat-trick."

Quiet's hand lingers over her forearm for a time before she types. WE'RE NOT MURDERERS OR EXTERMINATORS. IF WE CAN WORK TOWARDS A WIN-WIN FOR ASRANI AND THESE ...WHATEVER THEY ARE, I;M IN."