#3quade

      Reintroducing...Quade.

Here it came, some inane request from the Occupation. Ada sighed, not even bothering to stand from her desk until she recognized who it was. Even so, she bit back the cheerful welcome she wanted to give. Friendships happened in the Occupation, of course, but even for an entertainer known for knowing everyone, it wasn’t a good idea to wear her (metaphorical) heart on her sleeve.

Ada glanced over at Roz, then back at the confusion in front of them. There were programs everywhere, and without knowing how it began, it was impossible to understand how what had been a pleasant enough evening had wound up this way.

Ada had asked the guards to come to a bar with her, one of the shadier ones. It had been a bar brawl to begin with, two programs who were too drunk to know what was happening, and then two more programs stepped up to back up their friends, and then Quade had tried to calm them, and it had somehow involved nearly ten programs. Ada had managed to keep Roz from going in (because once the lieutenant was involved, she knew, it would only go downhill), but it was a close thing.

And now they were looking over a variety of wounded and unconscious programs, and there was shattered glass involved, and Ada just laughed a little tiredly.

Name:

Sara.

Gender:

Female.

General Appearance:

Blonde, slim, but strong. She's a fighter under it all.

Personality:

She's poised, having grown up in a family that, by necessity, kept a lot of secrets. She can lie through her teeth and is very good at it, a fact which her parents are proud and a little scared of. She also has a good sense of humor, although she won't show it around people she doesn't know.

Special Talents:

Aside from being an adept liar, Sara grows up to be a talented lightcycle driver. It's not something that ever wins anyone an award, but it gives her the edge living in the barracks.

Who they like better:

She loves both her parents (sort of) equally. It obviously fluctuates, but she'd never pick a favorite.

Who they take after more:

She behaves more like her mother, since she by necessity followed her mother around more as a child, but her underlying personality is more like her father's - as near as anyone can tell, under the different layers of recoding he's had. 

Personal Head canon:

Sara was very shy as a young child, always clinging to one or both of her parent's hands. She grew out of it eventually, and they're too nice to tease her about it.

Ada’s eyes flashed [redyelloworange] blue as she shoved Quade into the wall, her body following the motion until he was [almostnotquite - she was too small] pinned to the wall, and she was glaring up at him in a way that was all too serious for Ada. Her instincts told her to disc his throat, but those were basic instincts, easy to ignore.

Ada swore under her breath. This was going to come back to her and the worst part was that she'd had no idea up until this moment. The Resistance must be getting sloppy, then, and that was going to make her life - both of them, with the Resistance and Occupation - difficult.

She ran through possible responses, ways to limit damage. It was strange that they hadn't talked to her before making the announcement, but not unheard of. Still, she needed to get the real story.

After a moment of deliberation, she reached for her communicator and started typing, two messages. The first was to Quade, reflexively, a quick query as to what had been found and what the Administrator should do about it. The second was more unusual: a message to Vira, asking if Cracked was around this cycle.

The virus probably wouldn't respond, but (hopefully) she'd tell her father, and he'd probably show up to rant to Ada again. It was faster than hunting him down, either way.

Ada glanced up, her processor trying to parse the words and the inflection he chose to use, her eyes flickering to his face and a question forming on her lips. "Quade, wh-"

The flash of pain should've been expected, but it caught her off guard, the spike of it forcing her eyes shut as her hands came up to her temples, pressing . 

- the spike of pain had make the administrator hold his head and it was surprisingly pleasant, having her care for him, but also the pain was driving him insane. "Just the pains of missing programming," he assured her. He spat over the edge of the roof, hating to show his weakness in front of her like this. Fuck, it was the admin, she probably didn't care - "They did a sloppy job, took out more than licensing." He tried to smile but it twisted with the next stab of pain from the glitch. "I'm lucky I don't crash on a regular basis." He managed a sheepish smile. "I'll be fine, right?" And she flinched but nodded and brushed his hair back -

She gasped, looking up at Quade. "S-sorry." She was aware that her hands were trembling and she wanted to ask him to hold her up but with the current glitching, that would probably hurt more.

"You - what?" she peered up at him from under her fingers, her brow furrowing in confusion. All the extra space she usually used to think was currently being eaten up with new memories, and her ability to really comprehend was suffering.