2023-12-26: A Lead
- Log: A Lead - 12-26-23
- Cast: Eight Orlodhari, Trevor Teach
- Where: The Orlodhari Apartment, Magallanica, Side 3
- OOC - IC Date: December 26, 0097
- Summary: Eight gets a visit from a friend! He has bigger news than just his return from deep space, though.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
There's an apartment block wherein the employees of Vist that used to work around his mansion and the surrounding areas used to live--conveniently empty since then. Or well, not empty, but empty for a brief time, because now Eight Orlodhari is living there with her small family.
She'll return to her quarters on the Ra Mari II in time to continue raising her children there, but for medical and social reasons, she's on the colony for a while until then. It's a nice enough building, and the other aprtments are starting to fill up as people come by and the colony grows.
But inside, there are long corridors with doors at each, and a particular door is marked 'Orlodhari'. That one is Eight's! It's very easy to get directions; on the ship, it's not a secret that Eight adores seeing visitors from the ship come by and update her on what's going on.
Not that Rezza doesn't send her semi-regular reports in the first place, of course...
But today, when the door opens, it'll be Eight answering it, with a smile, dressed in red as per her usual.
Once she lets Trevor in, the apartment's central room has a couple of couches, a place for the kids, and a doorway to the kitchen area.
But before any of that... "Trevor," she greets him warmly. "Welcome back to the Earth Sphere."
<Pose Tracker> Trevor Teach has posed.
For VARIOUS REASONS, Trevor Teach did not appear on camera during the encounters with the Vajra. There's no, like, physical reason. He didn't get stranded on Gallia IV when it disappeared into a hungry dimensional rift. He didn't get eaten by an extra large otter cat. He was just, Not On Camera.
(This has entirely everything to do with the sin called timezones)
But that is immaterial. He is here, now, on Magellanica because something he had set in motion months ago has finally borne fruit. Before they even left for Gallia IV, Trevor reached out to certain information brokers within the Earth Sphere, offering good money for actionable evidence of a particular variety.
And now that he has it, he's decided to go to the one person he can trust to help him out on this particular problem.
"Thanks," the pirate says warmly, offering Eight a great big hug, "It's good to be back. We've got all kinds of pictures of what we saw on the other side. It was incredible-- until the Vajra showed up and made a mess of things, anyway." Still, was it really necessary to glass an entire planet? He's... got reservations.
That's not why he's here, though.
"Have you been well? I hear the kiddos arrived nice and healthy!" He looks to the little play area, a place for Not Even Toddlers to roll around and get used to being living things. It's not something they had a lot of back home, not anything this nice anyway.
"...I'm afeared this ain't just a courtesy call though," the pirate says, waving a manila envelope in the air, "I need your help with something."
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
It's fine. Eight and the Ra Mari II didn't appear in a lot of on-screen business for the Earth route, either, even though the ship was indeed there! Eight of course was here. Tending her children. They're two months old, now!
Eight accepts a hug and returns it firmly. "I've heard about it," she says. "Both the good and the bad. I'm interested in the pictures!"
There were mercats. These, she has seen.
"I have," Eight says. "They tell me it was easy labor," she says with a laugh. "As that goes." She did not find it especially easy. "But they're doing great. You've got good and bad timing; good because I have time to talk, bad because I just put them down for a nap after dinner, so you don't get to meet them just this moment."
She smiles, and gestures for Trevor to sit. "That's fine," she says of a courtesy call, and once he sits down she sits on the chair at a right angle to his seat, so they can talk. "Tell me what's on your mind, and I'll see what I can do. I might end up having to tell you it's a matter for Rezza, but..."
She'll do her best.
<Pose Tracker> Trevor Teach has posed.
"Ah that's too bad. Maybe next time then!" He certainly doesn't want to wake the whippersnappers up and give Eight the job of getting them to nap again. He suspects she does that often enough already. "Not that I've got expertise comparative to a doctor, but I reckon they wouldn't be calling it easy if they had to squeeze a couple melons out their hoo-has, but I'm glad it sounds like it went well."
trevor pls
"Right," he nods, handing the envelope over. He'd do the surreptitious coffee table document slide, but Eight just gave birth not long ago and that seems cruel to do to a woman who just got done being extremely pregnant. "You remember how I'm a clone, yeah? Or rather, some kind of thing what emerged from a Zentraedi clone pod a while back. So, a little birdie clued me in that there might be something suspicious 'bout that whole situation--" You don't say, "--And I decided to hire some professionals to keep an eye out."
"And when I get back to the Earth Sphere, I find out that they've got a lead," he gestures to the envelope, "Take a look."
The contents are... Photos. Covertly acquired photographs of someone in a suit, escorting other important-looking personnel. In the background, someone else walks by in a particular school uniform.
It's only for a moment, when they're stopped by security and forced to remove their sunglasses that the cameraman is able to get a profile of their face.
...And it's the very spitting image of Trevor Teach himself.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Eight laughs outright at Trevor's response to the matter of 'easy labor.' "I think that's the only reason they get away with saying it that way. I'm pretty sure it just means everything went fine, though." But next time!! Next time, definitely, he can meet them.
Eight appreciates Trevor's consideration about the table slide. She just takes the envelope, instead. "I remember," she says. There could be something suspicious there indeed. "So..."
A lead, then. EIght opens the envelope and looks them over--
Hm.
"...So you've got a relative of some kind," Eight concludes. "Do they have any idea of your relationship to this person? Someone from your line, maybe?"
Pause. "Well, you've probably asked all these questions. I guess mine is more: what can I do for you?"
<Pose Tracker> Trevor Teach has posed.
"I did," he says, of the myriad questions. "And I did a bit more digging too. Back when they found me, the Cap'n also found some encrypted drives and sold 'em off to the highest bidder. That kind of thing is anonymous, but iff'n someone is making clones of me, I want to know who and why."
"I was warned," he exhales slowly, "By Rita. That the person who 'made' me, who made my 'siblings,' ain't the greatest, if you know what I mean." Trevor taps thoughtfully at his cheek, "So I figure, I should probably go and find out what's going on. And if there's anything at all we should be worried about."
"They also told me," he adds, "That those photos were taken at a place called Asticassia. I want to know if there's a way I can get in."
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
"Reasonable," Eight agrees about clones and wanting to know. She would want to know just as much--and it's not out of the question, either, with her background.
"Rita," Eight says thoughtfully, and nods. On matters like this, that means it's reliable information, so far as Eight has seen. "That's a good thing to do. I don't have to tell you to be careful, though."
"Asticassia..." Eight thinks about it for a moment. "It rings a bell, but I couldn't tell you what it is. I can look into it, though. It's just a matter of looking into contacts, and so on--and if I can't find it, Captain Rezza definitely can. It's a school, then? By the uniforms."
"Hmmm... Yes, I can look into this."
<Pose Tracker> Trevor Teach has posed.
"Well I definitely don't want fer you all to have to bail me out if I get into trouble," Trevor says with a sheepish cheek-scratch. "I'll be careful, best I can. There's always a risk with goin' somewhere you don't know, but..."
"It's a lead on my past," Trevor says, staring meaningfully out the window overlooking Magellanica, "Somethin' that might point me toward finding out why I was born. That's not something I can overlook, even if it might be risky."
It's not like he's a natural human being. He is in fact the opposite, a being custom made by someone for some reason, neither of which he knows anything about. Humans are normally brought into the world without a defined purpose, but when you've ostensibly got one... There's a certain drive there he can't deny. Whether he defies it, or accepts it once he learns what it is-- why he is-- is only something Trevor can decide when he knows the truth.
"Thanks, Eight," he finishes with a grateful smile, "I appreciate it. Now, how's about I whip us up some tea?"
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
"I understand," Eight says. And maybe she does; she isn't artificial in origin, but she certainly was treated the same way for many years. She was sculpted for a purpose, even if not born for it. And there's similarities there.
"I'll support you as best I can. It's worth looking into."
Eight would do the same, if she didn't already know more of those answers for herself.
"You're welcome," she says, and smiles back. "That would be lovely," she says, and gestures towards the kitchen. "Stuff's in there. I'm going to take a moment to actually relax while you do," she says, in good humor.