This memory starts in the mess hall — around the table, a small, kind-looking woman sits next to who is unmistakably Degar; the two are joined by a droid, and a tall, willowy man with pointed ears seems to be in the middle of explaining how the station works to the three of them.
The focus, however, is not on them but rather the duo that stand to the sidelines, closer to the doorway: Viveca, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, huffs at something Emerton has just finished saying to her.
“Sure, I don’t have objections to them. But what did you say he is? A bard? What use do we have for a musician?” Her tone borders on derisive, her eyes hard as she takes in the sight of the three new arrivals.
“Olivia chose to let him join us. That means he will have his strengths. Don’t be so quick to judge, Viveca.”
To that, Viveca hmphs, glancing again towards where the others sit.
Around the table, Degar has just finished telling what is apparently such a bad joke that the willowy man is facepalming; to his side, the woman is chuckling, while the droid seems not to have understood the joke at all.
Viveca, turning to Emerton, raises an eyebrow.
“Say what you will, but don’t expect me to come to his aid when he eventually fucks up on a mission.”
With that, she turns around, leaving Emerton to sigh at her turned back.
As the memory fades, so does the shard of the orb; it will reappear in the North Wing, joining the other shards there, and touching it there will trigger no new memories.
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The focus, however, is not on them but rather the duo that stand to the sidelines, closer to the doorway: Viveca, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, huffs at something Emerton has just finished saying to her.
“Sure, I don’t have objections to them. But what did you say he is? A bard? What use do we have for a musician?” Her tone borders on derisive, her eyes hard as she takes in the sight of the three new arrivals.
“Olivia chose to let him join us. That means he will have his strengths. Don’t be so quick to judge, Viveca.”
To that, Viveca hmphs, glancing again towards where the others sit.
Around the table, Degar has just finished telling what is apparently such a bad joke that the willowy man is facepalming; to his side, the woman is chuckling, while the droid seems not to have understood the joke at all.
Viveca, turning to Emerton, raises an eyebrow.
“Say what you will, but don’t expect me to come to his aid when he eventually fucks up on a mission.”
With that, she turns around, leaving Emerton to sigh at her turned back.
As the memory fades, so does the shard of the orb; it will reappear in the North Wing, joining the other shards there, and touching it there will trigger no new memories.