~Ossanlin~
Ossanlin nods, listening to Serid. <Your current physical form will inhibit you in cases where close-quarters combat are required, but an officer's true weapons are his mind and his men. I am convinced you have the capabilities of possessing the former, it is the latter that will be difficult.>
He eye-smiles a bit and trots to his quarters aboard the Mirage, unlocking the door. <Join me if you would please. As far as duties before we return to the ship, it is merely a matter of situation. Right now, there is no crisis or event that requires my attention or intervention. You are free to do as you wish as long as you remain within the planetoid's atmosphere. I would merely ask that you return to me and serve as you would in any battle-situation should the need arise. I will tell you if it does.>
He closes his eyes as he waits for Serid to follow. <I thought that since the bar seems to be fairly docile at the moment, and I am recharged, we could proceed with our first foray into righting your genome. That is, if you wish to continue down that particular path...>
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~Rathien~
Rathien snarls as Salem rambles on. His ARC is honing in on life-signs. He also sees broken twigs and scrapes in the dirt that likely have nothing to do with the light shot. He slices underbrush out of his way with swift, succinct slashes of his blades before pausing near the hollow of a tree. He bares his fangs as he considers the best way to approach what he assumes is Tobias's little hidey-hole. He could toss an explosive inside the tree quite easily, his vision nearly fully recovered from its previous paralysis, but then he would likely never learn what had truly been inside the vial.
Suddenly it hits him...the swift recovery of his eyes and hearing, not to mention the absence of the bruises and painful ribs he should have from fetching up against that blasted tree trunk. He had always been a quick healer, but not that quick, not without treatment. His eyes widen with a stab of fear that manages to pierce through his rage. Could Tobias have really told the truth? Nanites...could they truly be controlled remotely? If so, Tobias could've placed a collar and leash around the wolf's neck as if he was any other dog. He snarls again, but in a mixture of fear and anger now, he caresses his own neck with the back of a fighting blade as if feeling the proverbial collar cinching down.
"You...you must be lying, you HAVE to be lying!" He takes another step toward the hollow at the base of the tree. "No one leashes me! I belong to myself!" Killing Tobias and ending his own Dream as well? That might be a worthwhile trade, and yet Fate still did not sing her song. He had gone against Fate in fighting this battle and he realizes the folly. If what Tobias says is true...he roars in a combination of rage, frustration, and a hint of fear. "Your death...will be sweet..." He nearly whispers the words, taking another step toward the tree. His feet and hands feel leaden...this could not be happening.
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~Raile~
Raile shrugs and gestures with a hand, palm up. "I cannot know what you will wish to know and what you will not. Perhaps if I tell you who has decided to become Separatist, who's to say you will not do anything in your time to affect that outcome? Who can say if time will not be forever altered in some unforseeable way?"