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[dr_riley]

[ The video opens with a fairly standard head and shoulders shot of Drake, who seems to have made himself comfortable at a desk or counter of some sort in the research building. The lighting is much dimmer than the bright flourescent of a regular lab setting, but workable and almost pleasantly ambient. He has a few small desk lamps and behind him are various machines and computers - or at least they look like computers, a few of which seem to be on, as they blink out different colored patterns in the background. There are screens and dials and big, boxy looking equipment scattered around, and who knows if any of it works or what they're meant to do.

He looks annoyed, as per usual.]

Hello! If I could have your attention for just a moment. I don't mean to interrupt everyone's happy fun times, but -

A beach party?!

Really? Right now? That's the response that a threat of this magnitude gets? Did you all miss how insidiously pervasive that complete memory stamp was? Or how it went on for a month, and would have gone on longer if the Agrii hadn't broken through?

Miss Starling wasn't too happy with me for expressing an admittedly prematurely low opinion of you all when I suggested that the ship might be too full of finger paints and coloured pipe cleaners to fit necessary equipment I wanted to bring back from Coruscant.

Well, friends, this idiocy is exactly what I meant. Thank you for confirming that I may as well be on a planet inhabited by talking ficus plants. This is-is-it's...I have never seen this level of incompetence and irresponsibility after such a direct, powerful, multifaceted attack.

I'm trying to find out what caused it and how to prevent it from happening again. And I expected the same or better of everyone else.

Mr. Kaplan provided a list of names of some people who were here during the time a race called the Atroma were present. He thinks they might have had a hand in amplifying the effects of his abilities. So if anyone knows a...

[ He looks down and a scrap of paper comes into view]

...Wanda, a...Soldier? Lance, and Keith? please send them my way, I need to have a chat. Or if you're listening, feel free to get back to me here or leave a message.

If any of you have even the barest hint of a sense of self-preservation, I would appreciate some help. I would ask elsewhere, trust me, but apparantly everyone's lost their minds and there's no one left who isn't a sudden hippy with the memory of a goldfish.

And by the way. The mobile analytic laboratory probe is ready for field work. You're welcome.

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[dr_riley]

[At this point, the bombardment of insults has lost most of its punch and he's decided that it's just her regular speech pattern, so he ignores it.]

So if someone drops dead. Gets...eaten by a great ugly snake or something. What, it updates itself automatically? How do you know?

[kree_soldieress]

Because people leave. And There are no giant snakes in the area. You can see what there is if you use the dictionary on your data pad.

[Because clearly that needs fiddled around with by him more.]

You should apologize. You will make more peace with others here if you do so.

[not with her. She is suspicious of him.]

[dr_riley]

"Because people leave," what does that mean? That they just - just wander into the forest and vanish? Get sent home? Die?

Also? Let me think about it for a bit, mm, nah, don't think I will. I stand by my position that now is the worst time for a break.

[kree_soldieress]

They return home. If you have questions upon this, you may speak to Thomas Shepherd. I understand he has been and come back. Or Jon.

[She just shakes her head.]

You are a man incapable of thinking of the needs of others.