He flinches back away from the terminal the moment the mask turns, almost scared to proceed with the next line of questioning. This...the Flamines. The Flamine Federation was real. It wasn't some made up company and it wasn't an alias of sorts. It was a live corporation and this...alien, or what-have-you, had access to the CERES tower via the terminal. It had access to this place, too. How and why are both questions he has but he's determined not to screw this up now. This is bigger than he ever expected and in a way it's both terrifying and mollifying. His hands hover near his mask, just in case he needs to spin his, too.
(Yes, that's stupid, but still.)]
It's...nice to finally meet you. [He keeps his tone steady and at least behind the mask he can appear to be braver than he feels right now.] That's sort of the question I've been asking myself, too, for about as long as I've been here. I wish I had an answer. [More than ever.] I'm still continuing to look for them. It's...why I've been going to places all over this planet. I don't know if our goals align, exactly, but kinda sounds like we seek out similar things.
[No they don't. He has no idea what the Flamine Federation wants from CERES other than to pay them something, but for the most part he understands on a base level they want to find them for answers.] I'm searching for answers every day. But how are you contacting us through the terminal? CERES doesn't know you've connected to us, do they?
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Dear.
God.
He flinches back away from the terminal the moment the mask turns, almost scared to proceed with the next line of questioning. This...the Flamines. The Flamine Federation was real. It wasn't some made up company and it wasn't an alias of sorts. It was a live corporation and this...alien, or what-have-you, had access to the CERES tower via the terminal. It had access to this place, too. How and why are both questions he has but he's determined not to screw this up now. This is bigger than he ever expected and in a way it's both terrifying and mollifying. His hands hover near his mask, just in case he needs to spin his, too.
(Yes, that's stupid, but still.)]
It's...nice to finally meet you. [He keeps his tone steady and at least behind the mask he can appear to be braver than he feels right now.] That's sort of the question I've been asking myself, too, for about as long as I've been here. I wish I had an answer. [More than ever.] I'm still continuing to look for them. It's...why I've been going to places all over this planet. I don't know if our goals align, exactly, but kinda sounds like we seek out similar things.
[No they don't. He has no idea what the Flamine Federation wants from CERES other than to pay them something, but for the most part he understands on a base level they want to find them for answers.] I'm searching for answers every day. But how are you contacting us through the terminal? CERES doesn't know you've connected to us, do they?