[The light washes over Miles' suit briefly. So much dimmer, so much less concentrated by the pearls of undigested plant in the Queen's gullet, some small tears in the suit mend near Miles' fingertips.]
Milesopolis is out. Just calling that.
[Bel is kneeling at the banks of the river, fishing at something in the shallows.]
[ Ah. Miles' eyes widen. Even without his power readout to tell him what just happened, it's clear enough what those lights can do. Some part of him instantly feels less tired and sluggish. (He'd been very close running just now. Uncomfortably close.) ]
Milesia? Milayar?
[ He seeks out another fern, running his fingers over that one as well. Just to prove his theory.
There's a similarly glowing object underwater for Bel, gliding slowly back and forth with the movement of the current. Faintly piscene, covered in round glowing bulbs of it own. ]
[The crackling glow washes over Miles fingers, lapping in gentle waves up his forearm.]
Denied. [They answer lightly.] Taurayar, perhaps.
[Carefully, Bel reaches into the water, first missing as refraction plays its tricks. The fish like creature bobs almost leisurely out of the way, and then back, almost accidentally brushing the herm's hand.]
[ The glow from the fish spreads from its globes to Bel's hand with a similar crackle of energy. The glow remains, if somewhat diminished, as the fish hurries off to find a safer hiding spot. Miles, meanwhile, is turning his hand over, watching the last ripples of his own power absorption with no small amount of fascination. ]
As hilarious of an idea it is for her dealing with that merry band of intergalactic misfits without us... [They make an 'after you' gesture back to the rift.]
[ Miles stifles a laugh at that. There's a mental image for the ages. ]
She would kill us. A second time. Because she's already going to murder us.
[ He carefully clambers back inside. Back into hydroponics, back along the hallway they'd come down before, and back to the original rift - much easier to climb out of this time, courtesy of Bel's junk pile. The sun has set by the time they emerge, but their hasty little comm hookup still flickers in the twilight. ]
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Milesopolis is out. Just calling that.
[Bel is kneeling at the banks of the river, fishing at something in the shallows.]
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Milesia? Milayar?
[ He seeks out another fern, running his fingers over that one as well. Just to prove his theory.
There's a similarly glowing object underwater for Bel, gliding slowly back and forth with the movement of the current. Faintly piscene, covered in round glowing bulbs of it own. ]
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Denied. [They answer lightly.] Taurayar, perhaps.
[Carefully, Bel reaches into the water, first missing as refraction plays its tricks. The fish like creature bobs almost leisurely out of the way, and then back, almost accidentally brushing the herm's hand.]
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Taurayar. I agree.
[ The glow from the fish spreads from its globes to Bel's hand with a similar crackle of energy. The glow remains, if somewhat diminished, as the fish hurries off to find a safer hiding spot. Miles, meanwhile, is turning his hand over, watching the last ripples of his own power absorption with no small amount of fascination. ]
I think our energy troubles are over, Captain.
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[Bel watches as their own readout jumps, 30, 40, finally settling on 55% from that brief touch.]
This is absolutely incredible...
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[ Well, they have options. Miles heads for one of the larger glowing plants, which turns out to be a fungus. Edible? Something to find out later. ]
We should get back to where Quinn can find us first.
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Bel nods and straightens.]
As hilarious of an idea it is for her dealing with that merry band of intergalactic misfits without us... [They make an 'after you' gesture back to the rift.]
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She would kill us. A second time. Because she's already going to murder us.
[ He carefully clambers back inside. Back into hydroponics, back along the hallway they'd come down before, and back to the original rift - much easier to climb out of this time, courtesy of Bel's junk pile. The sun has set by the time they emerge, but their hasty little comm hookup still flickers in the twilight. ]