AUDIO

[cohesions]

[ The voice that addresses the Link is vaguely masculine, but unmistakably synthesized in origin. It has about as much personality as Microsoft Sam, which helps hide the geths... 'Anxiety' isn't the right word, but it's close. ]

We are seeking methods of off-world communications. We cannot locate FTL communication networks, accessible or otherwise, at this time.

[ Which, for the geth, is a rather big deal.

There's a tiny, barely perceptible pause, then; ]

Crew of the Normandy, please respond. We are requesting immediate evac.

[ Someone please be monitoring this channel... EDI? Anyone? ]

Comments

Audio

[littlecrowgirl]

What's your location? I can meet you!

Audio

[cohesions]

We are currently located in Alpha Trion's temple.

Audio

[littlecrowgirl]

No way! That's where I am!!

Just...stay right there! I'll find you!

Audio

[cohesions]

[ Legion croaks. ]

Acknowledged.

Action

[littlecrowgirl]

[And she's off!

Okay so maybe it takes a little longer to get there than expected, so Legion'll be there for a good few hours...


BUT LOOK, SHE MADE IT. And boy are her arms tir-no that joke doesn't work here. She prowls the halls of the temple, passing by her room and towards the shrine, only to find him. Or...what she thinks is him.]

...Are you a lamp.

Re: Action

[cohesions]

[ Legion is very good at waiting. It stands, almost perfectly still, the entire time it awaits her arrival.

When she does, it turns to look at her, optic flickering curiously. ]

No.

Re: Action

[littlecrowgirl]

[Oh you so are. She hurries up to him, standing on her tiptoes to peek at that optic, hands behind her back. She knows not to just reach out inspect. Not yet anyway.]

But you have a shiny eye like one!