[057] Spam for Omega - backdated to around the start of port

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon was not pleased by all of this. Not at all. Not only had the Admiral once again chosen such a terrible place for port -- why did he even bother with them any more? -- but now these human fools insisted that he had bought a hand from them! This regeneration still had all its limbs intact, thank you very much. And even if not, he'd make a new hand himself, not have some aliens do it.]

This is utterly ridiculous.

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[rass_bestie]

[Omega shrugs. It was an effort to get here in the first place, he's all out of emotions right now beyond ennui.] Perhaps they want to make an Eye. [Is sarcasm an emotion?]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon is not amused.] Very funny, Omega. What do we do about this? Do you have your powers?

[rass_bestie]

[Omega's thinking about Vandekirian but meets Rassilon's eyes when he asks.] Not to the degree I would like, but some.

[shortsightedlove]

Enough to keep whoever might come for my limbs away?

[rass_bestie]

[He pushes his limits before shaking his head.] I'm honestly not certain.

[shortsightedlove]

[He frowns.] Then what do we do? Do you think they'll give up if the first one they sent is killed?

[rass_bestie]

[Omega breathes in and huffs a breaths out as he thinks.] Considering that this society condones, if not encourages, outright murder of those in a vulnerable state simply due to a funding issue, then I doubt they have value for any life, regardless of their affiliation.

[shortsightedlove]

Even if they're just humans, they can still outnumber us... [Oh, this is all just marvellous. Now he has to fight for his body parts to stay with him. Humans.]

[rass_bestie]

Then I suggest we pay our 'debts'.

[shortsightedlove]

Because we'll get the money that fast. Considering the Admiral chose a place like this, I doubt he actually gave it to us.

[rass_bestie]

We're the Founders of a civilisation that still rely on the fundamentals of our inventions, I think we can manage to be a little more creative than that, surely?

[shortsightedlove]

I think that is entirely dependant on what we can get our hands on around here. [He looks around in obvious distaste.]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega doesn't much approve of the scenery either.] Perhaps we should find out where our 'donors' keep their funding, for a start.

[shortsightedlove]

...Give them money we stole from them?

[rass_bestie]

Considering that they want to take organs that they didn't give us, it seems like a reasonable response, wouldn't you agree?

[shortsightedlove]

[He chuckles.] Quite so.

[rass_bestie]

[Omega smiles.] Let's find a computer terminal.

[shortsightedlove]

All right. [Probably won't have to search for long, from the look of things.]

[rass_bestie]

[Probably not. Omega roots out his item, mercifully still with them and functioning and starts to look.]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon leaves him to it and instead looks for any potential attackers.]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega finds a terminal and connects into it. It takes him a few moments to hack into it.]

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon keeps watch.] How is it going?

[rass_bestie]

The primitive nature of the interface is making it difficult rather than anything else. But I am proceeding.

[shortsightedlove]

[Rassilon raises an eyebrow.] How do these humans cope with such technology?

[rass_bestie]

They likely have no option. [He can't imagine much here, honestly.]