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You must have done something to earn Overseers ire that he sent you to make an audience with Duxile and Ofidis while you were planet side. Not that you have any issues with Thorezille, it is a very lovely place, the residents are always quite nice when you come through for scouting, though you get the idea that some of them can’t seem to decide if they preferred Overseer over Marauder or not. You’re told that the latter comes to hand-select his picks. That’s not shocking, his lusus runs the place after all, he gets first pick. It is unspoken, but the entire fleet knows it.
Anyway, tangent.
It’s not like you don’t like it here! The patrons just skeeve you out a little bit. Especially the one with the teeth. Thankfully, he is absent for this meeting, and instead it is just you sitting across from the Provider. The last time you were here, lords it must have been about 15 sweeps since then, it was Faithful that sat across from you. His sickening customer service grin, as you refer to it, made your stomach do cartwheels. Then his manner of speech – No one who looks that unhinged should be anywhere near as well spoken as him. But he was nice! He was cordial.
Anyway! The Provider. Someone would have to provide a great deal to earn that as a title, wouldn’t they? Well, he’s old enough that they were probably still handing them out for any old act. The man is a fossil. You stifle a giggle at the thought.
The sound causes him to tear his eyes from the docket you’d prepared. He smiles politely.
“Did you say something, Ms. Faelum?” Oh. You clear your throat and straighten a bit. Geeze, even your commanding officer doesn’t refer to you by your surname. You’ve been Thread for a very long time.
“Oh! No, just something caught in my throat.”
He nods slowly, eyes darting quickly to the glass of water sitting in front of you, before focusing again on the documents before him. Right, the glass of water he’d offered you as you entered. A gracious host he is, after all. You pick up the cup and take a sheepish sip from it before setting it back on the table.
How embarrassing!
“Uhm, anyway.” You break the silence again, this time with purpose. “So I’ll just uh.. Give you the names on our updated list, some of the information we have from General Pravus’ last visit, but they like to know that the information is still relevant. I’ll just say the name and you just have to tell me their role in the community, if there is already a plan in place for them to serve, or some other third thing.”
The Provider nods again, this time setting the document to the side. His eyes fix on you, perfectly serene. It is kind of unsettling how gentle this man is, right? “I am told General Viroil is interested in trolls with mutation for this round.
“That’s what I heard!” You tap on the screen on your right arm, it brings up a little hologram list. “We’ll just do some confirmation on ones that were unclearly marked, and then we can talk about the others. Ready?”
Another affirmative nod.
“Eslioh Ariale?”
“Enlisted. We have half a sweep left with him before he leaves..”
You indicate such on your list. “Laiyla Ermivu.”
He frowns. “They have terrible post-traumatic stress disorder. They would be no good on the front lines, I’m afraid.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” You briefly wonder how a lifelong resident of Thorezille found a way to get PTSD. But, that’s not your business, Thread. “Perine Mollet?”
“Cannot spend much time out of fresh water, a full day max if I am recalling correctly. There is no way the fleet can accommodate this type of disability.”
“Wow! That’s weird!”
He gives you a look, his brow furrows.
“I mean. I’ve never heard of anything like that…” Sheepish again. He does not say anything.
It feels bad to disappoint him. “Uhm. Last one..” You scroll to the bottom of the list. “Oh! A new edition. Marqez Tsakal?”
“Ah Marqez.” The Provider smiles again, this time the light catches on his fangs, he must like this guy. “Medical exemption, as well.”
You nod, once again indicating it in your list. “You really know your people. Let me see if I missed anyone – Oh! Soniel Axetol?”
“She is an educator, though if she shows interest in fleet life she is slated for the Marauders crew.” Of course she is. “She may track you down to get a look at your enhancements, however. They are remarkable. Your eyes as well?”
You shyly flex the fingers on the hand you are using to scroll through the list. “Oh! Thank you! No one really notices the eyes compared to the bright white arms.” You are filled with pride, actually. His kind words make you relax a little, even. “Made them myself!”
He raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed. “All of it?” The tone of his voice catches you off guard, he genuinely sounds impressed. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
“Yeah! Fleet tech, though. Obviously. I couldn’t afford much on my own without it.”
“Shame, I can only imagine what you will have done for yourself provided with unlimited resources and creative freedom.”
“My entire body would be cybernetic, Provider.” You say this very seriously, it gets a refined chuckle out of him.
“Soniel would really like you.”
You clear your throat again. “I’ll look out for her.”
“She will find you on her own.”
“Ominous!”
That makes him laugh again. You feel good when you make him laugh.
