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Arrival

Going straight from sailing at high speeds on fog-covered seas to abruptly not will cause issues with momentum shift. Even more so when you're as, shall we say, top-heavy with rigging and vast tracts of land as Reno. There's a very surprised "Whoop" before she tumbles forward and plants face-first into the dirt, with all her arms and legs splayed out and flailing. Another moment and she's already pushing herself back up to her knees with a very harried "I'm alright! I can do this all day!" Indeed, she's perfectly fine aside from dirt and dust now distressing her uniform and nylons and embarrassment distressing her smile.

Just where did that ground come from though. The Eagle Union coastline was in the other direction, aaaaand... as her soft violet eyes widen even further, its quite apparent this is not the Eagle Union. "What... Where am I?"

Before anyone could respond, her eyes lock onto the data point. It didn't take any summoning at all, she's already up to her feet and dashing straight towards it. "Shiny technology," the shipgirl concludes out loud. "Yeah, this should tell me-"

Alright, maybe she shouldn't have been so loud about her intentions. The data dump sends her staggering back and landing flat on her rear, and she's flat there boggling for a good moment for anyone watching. Now might be a good time to get a word in!

Network - Video

[The screen whirls around in a dramamine-inducing blur with unintelligible Reno sounds before settling down on the face of the now quite inquisitive kansen.]

Wooow, someone left their touchpad here!

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[A human...cyborg...warship? That sure is a lot to digest.]

I don't know when any of us will be back, I'm afraid. There are people I miss too. Hopefully we can take care of whatever it is we're supposed to.

That brings a surprised blink. "You don't know why we're here? I thought we were here to help whoever's left here! Now that you mention it, though, I haven't seen anyone! You'd think they would have a welcome party instead of that whatever it was I touched!"

I've been told that things are more complicated than that, but you aren't wrong. Ultimately we still have been called to help these Agrii.

No welcome parties, I'm afraid. I think arrivals are too spontaneous to properly plan for such. Although I think I'd have to agree, if I had the choice, I would've opted for a party than information shoved into my mind.

Reno considers something, "I guess it would be hard to hold parties like that." Following that thought trail to its conclusion brings a small frown, "Its all random? You never know when someone else new shows up? How does that even work?" A pause as her eyes widen, "How do you even know if its a good guy arriving and not a supervillain?"

No. It's kind of like a lottery. I'm not really sure how it works.

Supposedly everyone who's brought here has been deemed a "hero" by the Agrii. I'm not sure what their criteria is in that.

"A hero?" That takes Reno aback a moment, "They think I'm- I'm a hero?" Her cheeks start to flush at that, "B-But I never was the hero, just the sidekick! Why would they think I'm the hero?" There's the tiny start of a sparkle to her eye, "Do they really think I am?"

Perhaps they have hopes that you are. There are good people here, so I don't think that they've been entirely off. ...but there are some who aren't as they'd seemed. Recently there was trouble. I wish I didn't have to say it, but I do have to warn you to be careful with who you trust.

The girl nods softly to her camera, "I see. Danger might lurk behind the corner." The thought does occur to her that, as much as she trusted her fleetmates, they had once upon a time trusted the Crimson Axis navies as well. And everyone back home knew how that turned out. She'll just have to be extra careful. "I guess if the Agrians think highly of me, I'll make sure their trust isn't misplaced!"

[Well, this girl was very positive, at least. Celty supposes it's the best way to look at the situation. At least Reno doesn't seem to have any qualms about aliens. They must not have watched the same movies.]

Don't be afraid to ask for help too, of course. We're all in the same position, and admittedly our resources are few.

To be fair, Reno has a rather stilted worldview composed of memories from The Good War and overdosing on superhero cinema. Aliens can be bad, but the Agrii seemed so far more of the 'Please help us, Hero Guy' type.

"Few?" She scratches her head again as her lips thin, "I guess its more like Sakaar, and if there's no supplies..." A toss of her silver hair, and a flash of her can do smile, "It'll be alright! Being a sidekick means being ready for anything, its nothing I can't handle!"

I have to admire your optimism. I do have to warn you, it's difficult to be ready for some of the things that have happened here, and the storms while they don't seem to be frequent, do happen without warning.

"Storms? You mean..." She tilts her camera over to wave at the data node. "Like the ones in the memories?" That gets a rather anxious moment from Reno before she shakes that off, "I'll- I'm going to need to learn how to survive them." That she readily admits it, this kansen may be overly energetic but she does appear to be firing on more than one braincell.

Yes, those. They aren't anything like I would have expected. Or at least the most recent one wasn't anything like what you would call a storm at all.

It was the first one I experienced since being here. Everything was so strangely quiet, and perhaps that's why it caught everyone off guard, even those who have been through the storms here before.

Recent implanted memories give Reno a shiver, but she plows right through. "If you and the others survived, I can survive too! Just have to be cautious."

That's probably the best way to go. Please be careful, all the same.

There's a confident wink and a thumbs up. "I will! Thanks for the advice, Celty! I'll see you around!"

You're welcome. And if you ever need a ride, just give me a call.

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