[2600.816] [Majestic Roll of Thunder, Raindrops Fall]
MRoT: Raindrops!
RF: Hey, Majestic! What's going on?
MRoT: ..Actually, I'm not sure. I was hoping you could help.
RF: ..Okay?
MRoT: Right at the end of 2599, my whole can just shorted out. I went dark for almost half the cycle, and as of right now I've just woken up.
RF: What? That doesn't make any sense. That's not the kind of error that just happens.
MRoT: You're right: because when I conducted a scan, huge portions of my structure were just gone. A lot of the wiring near comms, a chunk of hull three layers thick at the bottom of my can, and most of my heating system is gone.
RF: Oh. Oh my. Majestic, you have the rest of the group. Unless you did already?
MRoT: I'm not even sure if I should. That's why I told you first. Dawning Realization, you know how she is. The news'd be all the way to the Endless Canopy group in the flash of a circuit if I said anything to her. And, to be honest, I don't think Thirteen Scales could handle it.
RF: You know I'm not cleared to do anything about it, right? If you're going to get anything done, it's going to have to go through TS first.
MRoT: He's already freaked out enough without Intrepid Thought helping him with the work, and I'm supposed to just drop the next Broken Coast Incident right on top of that pile of trouble?
RF: That doesn't matter right now. You are in serious danger. Nobody cares how stressed Scales is when you might literally die if nobody does anything.
MRoT: It's not that bad. It'll be okay, maybe you could just get Whispers of Dusk to help me with repairs or something?
RF: Send me the scan. Right now.
MRoT: What?
RF: You're lying. Whenever you say 'it's not that bad', it's really bad.
MRoT: Fine.
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RF: That's not 'i'll be okay' bad. That's, like, 'Incident With A Capital I' bad.
MRoT: So, like... I'm gonna end up like Intrepid Thought?
RF: Okay. All of her supports broke nearly simultaneously and killed her within seconds. That's a completely different situation.
MRoT: So I'll be okay?
RF: No. You won't die, probably, but this can't go without repairs- wait, no, you said everything was gone, like, gone!
MRoT: Yeah. Disappeared without a trace. Except one of the rarefaction cells, which seems to have destroyed its chamber and everything.
RF: But if everything's just missing, then that means it was probably manually removed. But the only thing that could do that is one of us...
MRoT: ..so it was someone in our group.
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