Final Investigation

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[It's been about 24 hours since CT was killed. Blaze has made no other moves, and his robots are mysteriously absent.

In fact, it's almost too quiet.

But then there's a note in Pyrrha's PIP that...she didn't write.]

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[There's tools on it. Along with some kind of half-repaired robotic bird.]

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[....Harold?

She pokes at it a little. Hmm.]

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[...Pyrrha it was being repaired it's not gonna work.

Hey, you wanna play with some balls?]

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[Look its the future, she had to check.

.........That depends and might be something she is deeply against.]

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[balls

This set looks incredibly old and beat up.]

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[Oh.

She picks one up and inspects it. She... honestly can't begin to imagine what these are for.

Anything else over here, or is she free to move on?]

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[There's a birthday card taped to the wall. It just says

"Happy Spawnin.
-Scraggly"]

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[...Something about that saddens her. Who was it for? She had no idea, but if Scraggly cared enough to make a card, that only makes it all the worse.

She sets the strange ball down and moves to the bed. Honestly, she's leaving the terminal for last as that seems important.]

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[Other than the bed being unmade and covered in several months' worth of dust, there's nothing to note about it.]

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[So much dust means that no one's been sleeping in it... meaning that either this isn't Blaze's room, or he hasn't been sleeping well at all...

She doesn't know which is worse.

Alright! It's time to check out that terminal at last. Let's see if this doesn't kill her.]

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[Before you look at the terminal, there's two photos framed on the desk, the faint glow the only indication that it's actually a screen and not an ink and paper photograph.]

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[Digital photos are the future.

She pauses to look over the photographs framed on the desk.]

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[The first picture is of a very young blonde girl with her equally blonde mother; on the frame is written "Renegade and Radical Skullqueen."]

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[....That's a name right there. A couple of them, even. In any other situation, it would just look like a cute girl and her mother. But here, it's concerning.

What about the other photo frame?]

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[An older blonde girl - around teenage, but probably the same girl as the first picture - with a fully-human Blaze Dudely. They're both grinning, and Blaze has her in a headlock playfully knuckling her hair.

This one says "Captain and his First Mate."]

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[.....Oh.

She's frowning now, because it's finally hitting her just where she is. Just what this room might be, and the fact that it may not belong to Blaze after all. For a moment, she's struck, just staring at the photographs.

"Got a great-great niece 'bout yer age."

Pyrrha... looks away from the photos. She has to. It's time to look at the terminal.]

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[behold

the best desktop background ever]

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[.....She was sad for a moment but okay. this is whatever.

Uh. Is there. Anything of note to click on while she takes this splendor in?]

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[there's a journal!]

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[Neato! Let's read some shit!



And she'll apologize to the girl later. If they ever meet.]

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[In the journal there's a fair amount of entries chronicling daily life. The earlier ones sound like they were written by a young girl, but they get more mature in tone as you go.

In many of the early ones, an Uncle Blaze is mentioned. Once or twice, only once or twice, there’s Dad. Later on, it turns to Captain and stays there, with no less fondness.]

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[Curious. She frowns as she skims through the entries. A young girl wrote these, then started growing up. The bits involving 'Dad' and 'Captain' earn a soft sigh. Seems like family can really make a difference in someone.

She keeps reading.]

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Stardate 6969

Had to make some repairs to Matilda again. Keeps shoving junk up her nose. What made me give her a fuckin nose anyway? I could program her to quit it, but the captain thinks it’s funny. Next time we scrounge up some supplies, think I’ll make a bird. Can’t remember the last time I saw a real bird. Ain’t been planet-side in a long time.

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[....Well, she knows where the bird and the monkey came from now. Thanks, Renegade-or-Radical Skullqueen.

Moving on...]

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Stardate 6971 Captain’s worried about the time limit. Most’ve the other ships’ve already left for Earth.

...I dunno. Not like I really remember Flavortown, but this here’s all we got. What, we gonna go back to Earth an’ try to live with all the fuckin’ ex-cultists they got there? The captain believes in our planet still. If we could find a way to bring that back, just for his sake, I’d do whatever I had to.

Can’t really blame ‘em though, I guess. I wonder what we’re gonna do if it doesn’t work out.