They Took Mr. Stabems and Now Everything Is Terrible

[brought_it_back]

[Eva-Or, as she's more likely known, the strange girl from security with that weird robot-is feeling down recently, despite stellar and slightly uncanny performance on the mission with the Zhar battalion. Rumors, spreading fast as they do, make it pretty easy to find out-she attempted to murder the walt-child, and was given a three-hour dressing down by Commander Howe in response. A loud dressing down, the kind that can be heard from down the hallway through an office's closed door.

She can generally be found moping about Alhambra, looking about as happy as a sack of potatoes with chronic depression, and spends more of her time in the gym.]

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[kill_all_vagans]

[He flinches at the sound of the weights dropping.]

Sorry, you just... looked like something was really eating at you.

[brought_it_back]

Yes. And...

[She holds her head with her hand, gripping it tightly.]

You are not helping.

[kill_all_vagans]

Not helpi-

[And then it suddenly comes to him. A sharp sense of pressure on his mind. He's had feelings like this before, but never something so acute.]

A-aaaah!

[Flit stumbles, falling back. No... this was nothing like when he first piloted the AGE-1!]

[brought_it_back]

[Eva just grips her head harder.]

Leave.

[kill_all_vagans]

[Flit's already trying to get further down the hall... farther away from Eva where the pain wasn't so bad. You'd almost think that would be the end of it Eva, before suddenly a nearby comm terminal starts up.]

What... was that? The other times I had that feeling I wasn't sure if it was really there...

But this time it was entirely different. It... hurt!

[brought_it_back]

Perhaps you should see a doctor.