sirenspull | 01 | anonymous text/untraceable

Hello, Siren's Port. I come before you with a desperate plea.

[Visser One is no fool. First she takes a few hours to scan the networks and sort through enormous amounts of archived data. What she finds is interesting: evidence of Earth mythological figures, inhuman creatures proudly identifying as alien. People obviously from worlds far more advanced than Earth.

Still, she chooses anonymity. No sense in publicly humbling herself and exposing her Achilles Heel.]

I am a new arrival to this world in serious need of help. My species needs a certain kind of sustenance that we can't find outside of our home world.

I need help, or I will die.

I need someone with highly advanced technological capabilities to help me. Fortunately, I have the means to feed myself temporarily, which you can adapt for your purposes in creating a larger generator. Without it, I will starve to death painfully within a week.

Please, I beg you. Compensation will be given in whatever manner I'm capable, once I can concentrate on anything other than survival. I assure you, I am far from helpless, and will pay my debt in full. Anyone who chooses to assure my long-term survival stands to gain much from the bargain.

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[How boastful of him, even more than the Andalites. She'll have to use him.]

Your people must have capabilities beyond even our dreams.

I'm still in these miserable Towers they set aside for new arrivals.

[Insert apartment number here because yes.]

[He just grins at that, not correcting her on the tense of things, and not really doing much more than letting that mischeivous twinkle shine in his eyes. That kind of look that says you have no idea what his people are really capable of.

Instead? He laughs, a quick sound that's far too amused for what they're talking about.]

They are pretty bland, I'll give you that. Anyway, give me just a moment and I'll pop by. Have to give you some sort of preliminary plan in exchange, hm?

Budding mind and even trade and all that.

Even trade, yes. [There's a little mischief in her normally hard eyes, too.] The privilege of teaching me that encryption algorithm.

[Something like a smile creeps in at the corners.]

[He pauses for just a moment, evaluating the expression on her face, the twinkle in her eyes...

And he can't help but chew on the side of his tongue, his grin widening a bit.]

Done, done, and done. I'll be by faster than you can say Karas don Kazra don Slava. Or Raxacoricofallapatorius.

Actually, try both.

[In other words, he'll be there in a few minutes]

[Privately, she notes that the human brain has a reaction to seeing the smiles of others. It's always interested her, how genuine happiness (and humor) can have an infectious effect-

-and how it affects her.]

I need a few hours to meet with someone about those organic compounds. I can send you a message on my way back here.

[He puffs out his cheeks at that, rocking back on his heels from where he'd started to stand up and... flopping back down in his chair. Honestly, he looks almost childishly upset.]

Hours? You really need hours? [He wrinkles his nose then, already a bit twitchy, what with how his fingers are drumming near the NV] Alright, fine. I'll start building the generator prototype in the meantime.

To replicate a complex biological substance from an alien world in another dimension, yes, I need a few hours.

Here.

[She takes the NV into another room, fiddles with something off-screen, then points the NV at an opened thing on her bed. It's a little odd, looking like it's collapsible, or expanding, and expanded has what appears to be a small basin, or a large bucket. But the focus is on the console next to it, which she has flipped open to reveal the inner electronic workings of what is most likely the generator.]

[He just huffs at that, but- oh. He leans closer to the NV's screen as she moves and opens this... thing. This shining, electric thing that has wires and connectors and oh god that looks kind of amazing, actually.

So excuse him as he tongues the roof of his mouth, slips his glasses on, and promptly becomes so engrossed in what he's seeing that short of yelling at him?

He's pretty much lost to the world.]

[Edriss sticks her face into view and raises her eyebrows at him.]

I can send you a recording of a thorough 360-degree view of the generator. I won't turn it on on camera, though- this model only has one use. That should be enough to guide your prototype design.

More than enough. [He mumbles, pointing what seems to be a little silver stick with a glowing blue light at the screen, his sonic buzzing as he tries to get it to at least take in what was being shown.

He does so love its telepathic link to him.]

Give me a ring when you're finished? [His grin is widening, the gears in his mind already starting to take off at full-speed] I'll have something ready.

I doubt you can have anything close to complete.

[Not without seeing the generator herself. Still, she gives him a sideways look that almost passes as a smile.]

Count on it.

[And so, a few hours later, she sends him a text on her way back from the House, leaving enough time for him to get to the Tower Apartments a few minutes after she does.]

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