[ rita farr never really knows when too much is too much. for all that the group had insisted against this self-proclaimed status of being heroes, it hasn't fully detered her away from the idea that they could still try to be — not for titles or glory, but — for the sheer fact that there are people that may depend on them.
and when viveca announces their latest mission, with only twenty minutes to spare, the announcement that the planet's residents may very well be meeting their doom in ten days has her swiftly pulling up a set of binders to take with her hastily on their transport.
it's the next day, after they've spent the night amongst the hivawei's celebration that rita makes her appearance on the network again, this time without the giddy whimsical air of before, but rather a determined, motivated one as she's shown opening the binders in front of her, neatly organized mission notes, most that she hand scribbled on her own from her network readings, that she begins flipping the pages through as she speaks. ]Okay, everyone, we've used up a night already and we only have nine days left. Which means putting on your thinking caps immediately if we want to save this community.
[ because, yes, she's still maintaining that sense of hope despite viveca's insistence of being "too late". they have to at least try, don't they? ]Now, I've through all the mission notes from before, trying to see if there's
something that we can use. Bear with me, I'm just throwing out ideas—
On Giva, when Sedorum was being destroyed, I read about how portals were used to transport the people there to safety. I
know the range needs to be much longer than that, probably, but instead of transporting to, say, another planet that's too far, we can build some sort of craft for them to board. We have all kinds of inventors here to make something, right?
[ maybe? she presses her lips tight together, flipping some more pages. ]I've also learned that when science fails, we can consider ...
magic. Maybe a way of bringing people's powers together to craft some kind of shield or—
[ that one's especially a long shot. but her stops at a page, finger pointed to a name as she looks up again. ]That wizard man —
Remi.
He gave us a letter on Xrisora and he told us to burn it if we ever needed his help. As long as we had that necklace or earring with us. Maybe this is a time as any to call in the favor.
[ she seems tense, curling her fingers tight against her palm, trying to keep herself from shaking. ]Look, whatever it is we do, we should talk about ideas. We have nine days. Some of us can seek out the orb. The rest of us .... the rest of us should try to save these people. At least
try.
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