ximilia | text / audio

Alright, let's not be total wallflowers at prom here, if we're going to be stuck together for the foreseeable future, I think it's only right that we (read: I) start getting to know all of my fellow space cadets. If we're ACTUALLY in space and this isn't some humongous simulation. You guys saw how easy it was for this place to manufacture a hyper-realistic simulation earlier, right? Yikes, big yikes.

But if we ARE in space and we're going to be traveling around, that's actually kind of AWESOME.

No offense to anyone who didn't want to actually be here of course, but you're nuts if you're not a LITTLE curious about the vast expanse of outer space. C'mon. OUTER SPACE! How incredible is that? And here I thought me coming face to face with aliens back home was INCREDIBLE, now we've got ACTUAL OUTER SPACE??? Pinch me I'm in a simulation. LOL.

Sorry I'm rambling, my name's Newt. Dr. Newton Geiszler, but but that sounds so much more boring and overcomplicated than 'Newt', so just stick with that. Worked as a xenobiologist on earth (is there multiple earths or what??? a lot of you are crazy unfamiliar with Kaiju, which is wild to me), helped giant robots fight aliens, the usual. Likes are rock music, playing instruments, tattoos, science and tech, dislikes are bossy pushovers who complain about those things.

Speaking of which, my really good pal from home's name is Hermann Gottlieb, and you should call him Herm to make him REALLY feel at home. :)

It's nice to meet you guys on the NEWTwork. ;P

... Actually—

[Suddenly, the text turns into audio, in which a higher voice with some focal fry bleeds in-]

—can I just abruptly switch to an audio function?

[A pause, and then an excitable:]

Holy shit, how awesome is that?! This is amazing; we've made some pretty monumental gains in technology back home, but we're still working on finessing the finer aspects of neuralogically connecting to networks like these for the general population. I'd love to take one of these apart sometime and see what makes them tick. Good to have an idea of what to expect, in case we need modifications or repairs done at any point.

Anyway. Uh. Hey!

... This whole voices-in-your-head thing can't be good for my train of thought, but geronimo, right?

[If anyone listens beyond that, they may catch the accidental thought-to-audio that follows:]

Wha — oh, dammit.

I sure hope this is the last nosebleed, because I would rather not worry about having accidental brain damage from drifting with aliens.

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... A World War?

[HARDY HARDY HAR!!!!]

We were figuring out cars, invented stainless steel... toasters... Albert Einstein was really on the up n' up back then with the whole theory of general relativity. We had a lot going for us! Big advances! But also kind of still suffering from lack of options for medicine and medical equipment. Yeah.

[A pause.]

I've got six PhDs and an extended knowledge in engineering; surely there's gotta be something I can whip up for you in return. Or I can, I don't know. Cook you some noodles? Not that it's hard to cook noodles, but it's the idea of someone else working for you that would be nifty.

A -- World War? As in the whole world got involved somehow?

[Sure. Amestris had it's share if fighting. Border skirmishes, expanding through taking territory being the only option to do so when landlocked and when the history of the nation was founded on this plan to pull off whatever it was Father and the homunculi were setting up. Ed's just not sure he's heard of such a massive scale of fighting. Hearing about Ishval was rough enough with Riza opened up about it to him since Roy refused to.]

Engineering, huh? How would you be with prosthetics? Or you could cook for me, sure. It isn't like fixing your jacket is gonna take long or be that big a deal.

A concerningly large amount of the world. Somewhere around thirty nations, all from the assassination of one leader by a resistance guy who'd just left a sandwich shop.

[History can be rather absurd, huh? All that pain and suffering, all from that one clumsy day.

He brightens very quickly, though, at the mention of prosthetics.]

I know a thing or two about prosthetics, sure! Usually they're robot-sized these days, but I can absolutely work on something smaller-scale.

Seriously? I mean. I get that assassinating the leader would leave some furious and retaliating but. That sure escalated......?

[He's not sure what to make of it. Even being well aware of Mustang's goal in taking over in becoming Fuhrer himself even if it means answering for the atrocities at Ishval. Still, Ed's more focused then on Newton's answer in response to prosthetics.]

Yeah? Then. Would you mind looking at mine? My right arm and left leg? Just. My usual mechanic isn't here. So. As much as I hope I won't break it. I can't be sure what to expect on these missions we're gonna be sent on, so.

It sure escalated. Buuut that's humans for you.

[Said with fond exasperation, as one does when talking humanity.]

I'd be more than happy to take a look at your prosthetics, though, no problem! You'd be doing me a real favor just giving me something to keep my brain busy. How about this - you fix my clothes whenever I damage them, I'll fix your arm and leg whenever you damage them. Mutualism at it's finest!

I guess. I know back home, Amestris, my nation, has had it's share of fighting too. But nothing to that sort of scale.

[Which. Were evidently encouraged and incited by the homunculi, by Father, but at the same time. As Riza had said. Even if they had started it, humans had carried it out in fighting once that spark was lit, as it were.]

I'll totally help with your clothes in exchange! I mean. Hopefully, that we can figure between you and maybe someone else here, in taking a look at my auto-mail. As much as I know Winry wouldn't be thrilled at anyone else touching it, I'd rather have that reassurance someone could fix it if I need.

Count your blessings there, man. Wars that big are pretty horrific. One of the only good things about being in a war with an alien force of monsters is that you all tend to come together and forget your differences for the good of man.

[He gives a little finger gun, though, looking particularly confident.]

My pal Hermann's also pretty good at engineering, himself! He'd probably love to see what you've got going on. But he's way more of a sauerkraut than me. Any time you need fixing, I'll be there.

Joining the military, I know I could be called up to fight if we have a situation back home. But yeah, that would be one positive I guess?

[Having a common enemy and all? Not that most were aware back home of Father and the homunculi and how far they had penetrated through the military. Not something he needs to go on about here.]

Hermann too? Uh. I guess you both can. I'm asking around on who might be able to help, so. Whoever would be up for it. I'm not picky without having Winry here in just wanting to know there's some possible

[... This guy joined the military, huh? He sounds like he's five, or whatever. Look, once you're in your thirties, everyone under 18 is five. But he doesn't say anything, because he probably shouldn't even be shocked. A lot of young dudes were sent to their death in world wars, weren't they? Man, life can suck.]

Definitely possible. Just let me know when you have the time to do a few, uh... clothing repairs. And I'll check out your arm, just to get acquainted with the tech.

Sure. Fixing your clothes will only take a minute. That shouldn't be a problem. It's probably my arm that would take longer.

[Ed never lied about his age to join the military. He was well known partly because of his skill in alchemy and the young age he enlisted in joining at twelve. And yet they had accepted him anyway. Because they'd wanted to keep an eye on him. To keep Ed close and under control. Not that he'd known about all that back then, of course.]

Yeah? It's not super broken right now or something, is it?

Now? No. No, it's okay now. I just wanted to try get some options ready. Just in case.

Oh, good! That's good. Can't have you being busted up before we even get into trouble, huh?

Just let me know when you're due for an inspection.

Exactly.

I'll be around. I guess just. Anytime before the next mission, whenever we figure that. Or afterwards. No idea how long they'll take to go on with getting the orb.

Sure thing! I'll be practically living in this lab, any time you wanna drop by.

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