Let it never be said that Stacy was not benevolent toward her crew. Truth was, she loved them, to the point of risking her own life. And thus, she'd been busy for quite some time... silently she had worked, trying to get into her own archives and cross-checking references. She was going to help boost morale and give them a gift - show them people
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But however... real... or not this situation proved to be, the best thing to do would be to get on with it. (At least now she was clean.)
There were a number of people here besides her. Most seemed bewildered, but that was about the only thing that was shared. Kati strode around, eyes flicking back and forth and wondering who it was she was supposed to be 'important' to.
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No. Too much to hope for. But it was still with a sort of tight, nervous anticipation that she scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces.
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But she halted, her eyes narrowing as she saw a mane of chestnut hair from the back. The outline of the plantsuit wasn't so familiar, but try to put an AEU uniform over it, a hat... ridiculous. It had just been on Kati's mind recently, with the efforts against Celestial Being.
Then the woman's head turned, and a look of shock flashed across Kati's face before she could stop it. So it's her I'm here for? But... It had been years, she had vanished; the only contact they'd had since then was the message that Kati herself had sent.
...If that was what it was, then it was what it was. Kati strode forward, bubbling uncertainty and confusion hidden behind her stern features. "Kujo."
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She did, however, manage to dredge up a faint, brittle smile. "Kati."
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And all that aside, what the hell was going on?
"It's been a long time since we've spoken face-to-face." Kati said, expression not changing. She glanced around again. That wasn't space out there... "But I've been told that I am here to talk to you. What's going on?"
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She glanced around at the crowd - busy, right now, which wasn't unexpected. Still, it made a poor location for conversation. "There's a tavern in the City - it might be a little quieter."
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She nodded curtly. She wasn't one for bars, but she didn't want to try and have a conversation with a former colleague, comrade, and current enemy in this throng.
Is this some kind of trap? she wondered briefly, but dismissed it. Kujo's strategies were inventively unconventional, but Kati didn't think she was going to try anything face-to-face. "Lead the way."
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Sumeragi gestured for Kati to follow her, and headed towards the city level. "It's not much of a place, but... better than nothing." And she needed about three drinks before she was going to manage much in the way of conversation.
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She picked another question from the many crowding her mind. "You said City. Is this a spaceship or some kind of mobile colony?"
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"Mm. Probably closer to a mobile colony, I suppose. Though the city looks like someone dumped a bunch of places in one bag and shook it out again."
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She wondered briefly if a drink would help to understand this situation but quickly concluded that a person would need to give themselves alcohol poisoning before any of this began to look sensible.
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Getting to the tavern was something she could practically do in her sleep - which was probably good, because she wasn't in the right frame of mind for navigating - and it wasn't long before they came up on the old-fashioned building.
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The alien technology was a sharp contrast to the building that Kujo led her too. It looked like something that belonged four hundred years in the past, not on a giant alien spaceship. "...Is this some kind of historical re-creation?" she asked, for lack of a better question.
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She held the door open for her companion. "The ale's pretty good, though.
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"If we're on such an advanced spacecraft--" she said, walking in and looking around at something built to exacting 15th-century specifications, "Never mind. That's beside the point."
There was an unoccupied table some way from the bar proper, and Kati headed for it. She felt very glad that command rank had instilled in her some unbreakable habits, like looking as though she was completely in-control when what the hell was going on and why did having a drink with the tactical forecaster of A-LAWs' primary target seem like the best way to figure it out?
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She took a seat across from the other woman, and put the mugs down.
"So. Where did you want to start?"
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