video.

[ceoqueen]

...You’re all still here. Great.

[ Aria’s not in a much better mood than she was the other day, but at least this time she’s not snarling at everyone in sight. Mostly. ]

Well. As long as you’re stuck here, then you’re gonna make yourselves useful. You want to eat? Go clear out some debris. Want somewhere to live? Go make repairs. Half of Omega is a smoking wreck. Fix it.

But if you want anything at all, you’ll to have to pay for protection. Pay me, and maybe you won’t get your head chopped off by a krogan tomorrow.

Or maybe you will. I don’t really care.

There is one rule on Omega. What I say goes.

Don’t fuck with Aria.

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[ceoqueen]

[ ...

okay wait a minute. ]

You don't know what a terminal is.

[Perma-audio back!]

[professorwolf]

I am familiar with the term, though not in this context. As far as I am aware, it is merely an adjective referring to the ending of a thing. The termination, as it were. If it has another meaning here and now, I'm afraid it must have come about much later than the nineteenth century.

[ceoqueen]

[ And now she's just staring. Humans are fucking weird. ]

Computer. On the wall. Go talk to it.

[professorwolf]

[Lyall hesitates before deciding he's pressed her enough and she might find some way to strangle him across devices if he presses her further. Even if he doesn't know what a "computer" is, either, beyond, presumably, something which computes.]

All right, ma'am. I will see what I can manage. Thank you for your help.

[Not that there was much. Ah, well.]