[Narvin's usually instinctively secretive when it comes to outsiders asking about a Time Lord's business. But this isn't strictly Time Lord business, and right now he's so furious at Commander Rhade and Braxiatel both that he's downright eager to spill their secrets. Even if that means proving Rhade right about him and his penchant of letting information slip whenever it suited his purpose to.
Narvin smiles thinly.]
Pandora was after the building blocks of a new body for herself. When she infected Commander Rhade she'd learned that he and Braxiatel had created some monster hybrid DNA--part Gallifreyan, part Nietzschean. She wanted to take it, manipulate its genetics so it could be a proper host for her mind, and make for herself a proper body for an Imperiatrix.
That's why she came to Commander Rhade's room. That's why Braxiatel sought her out there.
The combination of their genetics. Nearly their offspring.
[Stildyne has no particular family ties and doesn't understand them, but he knows that they mean a hell of a good deal to Rhade. To Braxiatel, too, who cherishes his brother in his own odd way.]
That clears a good deal up. Thank you, Coordinator. I apologize for the necessity.
[Narvin is a bit startled by the sudden change of topic. Business to small talk. Unless this was still somehow about business and Narvin didn't know it.]
We're...fine. As well as can be expected under the circumstances.
[A sharp turn away from unpleasantries, a signal that Stildyne wouldn't be digging up any more memories. He wasn't a sutble man, unless he had to be. He didn't consider that he had to be at the moment.]
[Narvin half opens his mouth, considering saying more, but he's intensely private about his personal life. And although he considers Stildyne an ally, they aren't so close that he's comfortable talking about his post-Pandora intimacy troubles. Not while sober, certainly. Instead he says,]
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Date: 2012-02-12 11:35 pm (UTC)Ask what you need.
[Narvin's voice is flat.]
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Date: 2012-02-12 11:36 pm (UTC)What was she after.
['Weapons', Braxiatel has said. Repeatedly. It rings false all over. And he's making no progress. This is part of what he's missing, he knows it.]
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Date: 2012-02-12 11:54 pm (UTC)Narvin smiles thinly.]
Pandora was after the building blocks of a new body for herself. When she infected Commander Rhade she'd learned that he and Braxiatel had created some monster hybrid DNA--part Gallifreyan, part Nietzschean. She wanted to take it, manipulate its genetics so it could be a proper host for her mind, and make for herself a proper body for an Imperiatrix.
That's why she came to Commander Rhade's room. That's why Braxiatel sought her out there.
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Date: 2012-02-13 12:03 am (UTC)[Stildyne has no particular family ties and doesn't understand them, but he knows that they mean a hell of a good deal to Rhade. To Braxiatel, too, who cherishes his brother in his own odd way.]
That clears a good deal up. Thank you, Coordinator. I apologize for the necessity.
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Date: 2012-02-13 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-13 01:34 am (UTC)We're...fine. As well as can be expected under the circumstances.
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Date: 2012-02-13 01:37 am (UTC)Pleased to hear it.
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Date: 2012-02-13 04:59 am (UTC)Thank you for your concern, Chief.
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Date: 2012-02-13 05:00 am (UTC)As ever, if there's anything.
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Date: 2012-02-13 05:02 am (UTC)