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Question for you two pairs of chucklenuts

Say ya got cloned?

Would ya tap that?

What? No! What-

-Booker

You've set him off. He's got that thousand yard stare. Oh no, now he looks introspective. And depressed.

-Mac

Answer the question, Mac.

-Mira

Uhhhh. I mean, yeah? Why wouldn't I? It's me. I know me best.

ZERO~

MY WELDING MASK

I guess mead is much higher in abv than I thought.

The addition of stonefruit is fucking delicious, though!

-Mira

How much did you give them???

-Mac

Two glasses? Khione loved it and asked for another.

-Mira

....I'll get the painkillers ready for the morning.

//Morse\\

[There's an image. A middle-aged man in a pair of denim jeans and a tight fitting oil-stained CORSAIR shirt stands in front of a pre-fall-esque mailbox. The apple turnovers are spilling out.

His brow is furrowed, a hand raked through faded purple curls in sheer bafflement. There is a tiny ugly dog in the universe's shittiest knitted sweater at his feet, eating one of the apple turnovers.]

How the-

How the fuck did you do this? When??? I've been home all night???? Why aren't they in a box?!

-Mac

They're delicious, though!

I know you both left CORSAIR. Rightfully so. I won't ask of you to get dragged into this coming fight but I'm sending the call to anyone I think can make a difference.

I understand if you want nothing to do with Signal and the threat they pose. But any help? I'll take it. Whatever you can send.

You both... you both deserve to rest. I promise CORSAIR will never bother you again after this.

Till Legends Bleed.

//Morse\\

Booker and I had a long talk about this, Morse.

There's some shit at home that complicates things, and...and Booker made me a promise.

But as couples do, we compromise.

You may not have the Empress in the sky, but if push comes to shove, Rose and I will be there.

And hey. I'd apologize for being blunt but you're not my employer no more.

Y'ain't ever gonna get rid of us, Morse. Practically family, the dogs would miss you and your love if you stopped pesterin' us.

At the end of the day, CORSAIRs old and new will always stick it out together.

-Mac

Besides, Morse, it's not as if Graves and Co. isn't actively supporting CORSAIR or anything. Do bother us again in the future.

Leave the storeroom alone???

Mira, get the thing.

-Mac

On it, boss.

-Mira

Khione and I were passing through a small waystation when the two of us were attacked quite viciously, I believe the group were assassins sent after… it is unclear which of the two of us they were intending to kill. They seemed to know me, but they pursued Khione first. 

Khione is… they will not wake up, they are barely breathing, but I cannot… I don’t fucking know *why*. There is no injury that would explain this and they aren’t getting better and– 

We have nowhere to go, nowhere that is *safe.* Yours is the only place I would even consider trusting within six systems of us right now. I would apologize for the intrusion but, again, the fact that I am asking should demonstrate how dire the situation has become.

Zero~

Hey, no worries about breaking agreements. I know it bothers you to hear it, but I don't fault you at all, and I expect nothing from this.

My door's open. My home is open. I'll send you coordinates and details in private, obviously, but there's room for you two here.

I'll meet you two when you land. Booker's aware of the situation as well.

From us here at Macguyver's Mech and Auto repair, we wish you a happy holidays and a wonderful New Year.

When your mech is breaking down and you're suspended in the vast terrifying abyss of space wondering if you're going to perish in an absolutely horrifying way, we're here for you. We'll show up when you need us most.

So from our family to yours, through nuclear fusion cores and a concerning amount of CRTs installed in your dash, we're happy to wish you the very best, and hope to see you again next year!