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The Awakener had some acquaintance with being suddenly abducted from a planet's surface and whisked off into space by shady and probably illegal personages, so he would have considered himself relatively prepared for this, but last time it had been a lot more personal and he'd been told what was up pretty much as soon as he was conscious. This was just kind of worrying.

It seemed like they were rebels, which was pretty much a thing that he could get behind, but you could never really be sure with border-raiding rebel factions. These ones didn't seem particularly hostile – not now that they were done razing the hivestructures of the unjust oppressor, anyway – but in his experience people who didn't seem particularly hostile frequently tended to become pretty fucking hostile if, for example, his dark glasses got knocked off, even if they did oppose the cruel and unjust caste system that made that a problem in the first place.

He tugged his hood over his head a little more and did his best to make himself relatively inconspicuous amongst the little throng of similarly kidnapped trolls while he tried to take a few deep calming breaths and stock of the situation, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with much better than "Shit, shit, shit, I am trapped on a spaceship with no way off and I am probably going to die."

It wasn't a very confidence inspiring summation of events. He'd dealt with worse and got out okay, but, well, there was a first time for everything.

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Her grin only deepened, brightening with amusement.

"Yeah, like that sign you've got on your back. Walk around in public some places with that and pshooo," she made a gun-like motion with her hand, pointing at his chest, "plasma bolt straight through the middle. Bullseye."

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"Oh. Oh, yeah." He snorted, but the resulting smile was genuine enough. It had at least been recognised, and even if that didn't by any accounts mean that he could assume he was in safe hands, it allowed for a little bit of optimism. "Well, you know, I wouldn't wear it some places, I'm not actually a total moron. I mean, mostly you just count on the people who'd give you the most shit not being the ones who're going to know what it is, right." He hesitated a second, and then added, "Unless you're not – sorry, I didn't mean to, like, make asshole assumptions about your personal life philosophies or anything."

"Well, it's what made me pick you up-" she started, but it was about then that the troll next to her lost his patience and became active. He was a taller, more rigid looking brown blood with a pair of square glasses and a set of lips that didn't seem prone to bending in the upwards direction.

"We can get to that later," he said, very briskly, organizing some papers in front of them. Then he turned to the Awakener, very seriously. "I am going to ask you some questions. Please answer them honestly and to the point. Neither of us have time for rambling."

He checked his list, straightened up his shoulders, and said in an official tone:

"Do you have any psionic capabilities? If so, describe their effects and levels of strength."

He stared for a moment, pretty evidently taken by surprise by the interruption. He considered shooting the troll who'd spoken first a wow how about this guy sort of look, but he thought better of it, especially since his choice of eyewear kind of got in the way of shooting people any kind of look at all.

He also seemed kind of bewildered by the question, too, but after a moment or two he shook his head and spread out his hands as if demonstrating they were empty would somehow also demonstrate that he couldn't do anything like, say, levitate stuff with them. "No," he said, "none."

It turned out that no look was required, because the swirly horned woman was quick to make a face behind the brownblood's back as soon as he was focused on interrogating. After that she just let him go on, as if it was a routine she was accustomed to.

The questioner stared at the Awakener contemplatively for a moment, before looking down to his papers.

"What was your purpose on Yasidra Six?"

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The Awakener frowned. He wasn't finding this degree of formality reassuring in the slightest; if it wasn't for the fact that the woman had already confirmed a Sufferist presence he'd have been getting pretty worried right about now.

"I'm a traveller. I'm trying to get to Sector Seventeen, but ... you know. My ship broke down when I stopped for supplies a couple weeks ago and I was trying to sort out some repairs so I could get off-planet again, but I guess you guys took care of that for me."

There was a pause, and the brownblood looked up at him.

"What's in Sector Seventeen?"

He hesitated. He was used to either being able to answer, or not being asked, because normally the only people who cared were the ones he could trust.

After a moment he sighed, and shrugged, and said, "It's kind of a long story. I'm supposed to be taking some stuff to some trolls over there as a favour to somebody else."

The woman was looking between the two other trolls now, increasingly invested in the conversation. The brownblood narrowed his eyes, hesitated thoughtfully for a long few moments, and seemed to backtrack.

"Captain Starfall said that you were wearing those insignia unconcealed when she found you. What do you know about the meaning of that mark?"

"... A lot." He leaned back in his chair, frowning. "What about you?"

"You're not the one asking the questions," the brownblood began stiffly, but before he could even finish the sentence the woman who was ostensibly Starfall was whistling and tugging two small pendants out of her tank top. One was a circle with two bull-like horns coming off of it. The other was the same swooping rings as on the back of the Awakener's jacket.

The interrogator seemed to be extremely annoyed with this turn of events.

"Starfall!" he snapped, and she rolled her eye.

"What? He's going to know, either way! It's not like keeping it a secret is really doing our information gathering strategies any favours here!"

"Look, I don't want to tell anything to the wrong people any more than you do," he said. "But I don't have any secrets from other followers."

That wasn't strictly true, but he liked to think it was.

He sat forward again, leaning across the table a little to look at Starfall's pendants. "I don't know that one, though," he said, indicating the first one. "What is it?"

The brownblood seemed too irritated by the fact that Starfall's technique was doing anything close to working to speak for the moment, so it allowed her to smile a little and shift the pendants so the circular one was in front.

"Sign of the Summoner," she said. "Another lowblood who basically turned Alternia upside down in his day. He was a Sufferist, too. Big inspiration, that kind of thing." She gave the Awakener one last good look at it before lowering the pendants. "How did you find out about him? The Sufferer, I mean."

He raised his eyebrows appreciatively. The name was familiar – it had been mentioned in some of the forbidden seditious writings around the base he'd left behind a sweep ago, but he'd never read anything that had gone into much detail.

"I've heard of the Summoner," he said, "but not a lot. Maybe you can fill me in -" he glanced at the brownblood, and smiled slightly, "some time when I am the one asking the questions, I guess."

He paused at that question, though. "That's kind of a long story too, to be honest."

And that was true, but... he'd just said he didn't have any secrets. The idea of giving too much away in an interrogation room to people with military titles was inherently offputting, but it didn't actually seem like he was about to drop himself in any shit here with the more complete truth. And putting it off for too long would only make people suspicious.

"I'm his descendant, I guess you could say," he said, after a brief, contemplative silence, and braced himself. People didn't often believe him straight away, and when they did it usually wasn't without pointedly mentioning that they'd thought he'd be taller.

There was a moment of confused silence after that, like a baffled fog in the air, that seemed to pause all movement while everyone who hear the Awakener's comment tried to sort out there it fit with reality. The brownblood's eyebrow furrowed, in a mixture of alarm and disbelief. The guards at the door, and the wordless troll in the back corner looked up with sudden attention, where they have been passively idle before.

Starfall boggled for a long few moments, and then started laughing uproariously. The brownblood growled in his throat.

"Oh my god," she wheezed. "Oh my god, Derjun, you're such a stupid prick."

He withdrew from where he'd been leaning across the table with a noise of irritation. He was used to people expressing doubt, but usually it wasn't quite this derisive.

His own exasperated sigh was closer to a growl than he would have liked.

Timing dictated, he supposed, that now would be a good time to remove the shades – except that his ears twitched angrily at the same time as he yanked them off, jarring one arm of the glasses and making the entire gesture sort of clumsy and awkward rather than actually dramatic. Oh well. Hopefully nobody would notice.

"Right, okay, except I'm not actually joking," he said, raising his voice slightly, because that made him feel slightly better about not allowing himself to call anybody in the room a jackass out loud. He did permit himself a little bit of crimson glaring. "I'm called the Awakener," he added, in case anybody had missed the memo.

And yet the actual sight of his eyes didn't stop Starfall from laughing. Instead, upon catching a glance, her first reaction was to smack her hand over her own eyes with another chortle of laughing, convulsing slightly and recoiling away as if the sight was too much for her to handle. The brownblood seemed just as annoyed as the Awakener, though he evidently wasn't afraid to wear it plainly on his face, even as he stared at those crimson eyes with a hint of something resembling awe.

"No, look," Starfall tried, managing to calm herself down enough to speak. "I'm not...Derjun, he's legit, right? Your expression is telling me he's legit. Holy fuck what kind of mindreader are you?"

"You've made your point, Starfall," Derjun snarled. Starfall let out one last satisfied sigh and then looked back to the Awakener, grinning radiantly.

"You're really the guy, aren't you? How does shit like this even happen, seriously!" She reached out to offer him a scarred hand to shake. "Like you've probably already heard, I'm Starfall. This dumbass is Derjun - he doesn't have a title yet. Let me be the first one to officially welcome you to the Aerolith."

"Yeah," the Awakener said, "I am, actually, really the guy. It is basically my only area of expertise whatsoever, being really the guy, but – wait. Mindreader." He was obviously rather less than pleased to have been sat across from someone who could potentially have been rummaging through his head this entire time, for all he knew, but, argh, okay, what had he said, no secrets; he stopped himself from leaning away too much, as if that would even make a difference, and said, grudgingly, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you've got a lot of trolls to get through here, haven't you."

He pushed a hand over his face. Then he took a deep breath, let it out, and, having apparently dismissed some of his irritation, although not all of it, shook the hand Starfall was offering him.

"Thanks." He glanced around the room, as though that might let him look at the rest of the ship. Predictably it did not. "Aerolith," he repeated. "Huh. So are we on board that ridiculous battleship you guys were ripping the fuck out of Yasidra Six with, now? None of you exactly let me stop to take a look."

Derjun didn't look like he wanted to give any more confirmations about his abilities than had already been done, though he did offer an affirmative nod to the accusations of being a mindreader. It was possible he was still too ruffled to take the lead in the conversation. Starfall had no such qualms, regardless of how irritated the Awakener may have just looked.

"Yup," she said, taking back her hand, and looking very pleased with herself. "Biggest ship in our fleet. Not that it really belongs to us." She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought they knew a lot about the subject. "It was ripped straight from the Empress's personal escort swarm. Extremely expensive. Could probably blow up a few moons."

He nodded back to Derjun in what he hoped was at least a vaguely appeasing manner, because he didn't really want to blame him for having mind powers or anything, and sat back in his chair a little, folding the sunglasses in his hands.

"Shit, are you serious? An actual Imperial escort? How the hell did you manage that?"

Starfall leaned forward conspiratorially, as if she was letting him in on some kind of trade secret.

"Well, get this, this is the crazy part: the helmsman totally just made off with it. Broke free from procedure enough to take control of the vessel and just fucked off into space. He's actually the one piloting right now." She straightened up, expression almost devious as she looked over to the guards. "Speaking of which...someone should go inform our captains of our new visitor."

"Heh," the one who had been speaking to the Awakener in the hallway chuckled, "with pleasure." And with that, they slipped out of the door.

"Man, Aero is going to lose his shit," Starfall commented to the room. "Maybe even in a good way for once."

He glanced over at the door as the guards left, looking and feeling more optimistic about this entire business than he had done since he'd been brought on board. This might turn out to be the luckiest turn his life had taken in perigees. Perhaps he could even get them to give him a lift – a ship that actually worked, presumably already kitted out with sufficient fuel and supplies, could cut the rest of his journey down by more than half; he could be looking at just a few perigees rather than at least another sweep, and ...

... His smile wavered a little. Perhaps not.

He dismissed that line of thought and turned his attention back to the trolls sitting across from him.

"So, wait, you mean the guy got away and he's still ... you know, attached to the ship?"

The Awakener had met exactly one liberated helmsman before, one whose ship had crashed on a remote planet after being commandeered by bandits and who'd been cut out of the wreckage by a troll who'd since become her moirail, and what he'd seen hadn't given him the impression that anybody in that position would want to get back in afterwards.

For perhaps the first time in the entire conversation, Starfall's look of easy confidence faltered, reflecting a strain of worry and buried self doubt. Derjun immediately looked uncomfortable, the way one does when discussing someone's terminal illness, and tried to distract himself by staring at an interesting spot on the wall.

Starfall's lone eye wandered for a moment before blinking heavily, like shaking off a weight, and met the Awakener's gaze again.

"Well...right now, he is," she said, a little more cautiously than she'd spoken before. She brought up one of her scared arms, angling the bottom of her forearm to face him. "It's kind of complicated. See, look." She brushed a finger up the yellowed grey flesh. There was a line of veiny implants seemingly built into her skin.

She turned her head and shoulders, lifting up her hair to show the back of her neck. There was a series of larger and more obvious connection points trailing down her neck and spine.

"I was...am a helmsman too." She let her hair drop, and turned back around to face him. "We just make a point of doing things differently around here."

His eyes widened.

"Shit," he murmured – and then shook his head, apologetically. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to – I just didn't know that was possible." He tried not to stare any more, but it was kind of difficult. "Shit. No wonder you guys are so organised. So, then, what, were you ... when you picked me up?"

A bit of her boldness returned at that, and she gave a casual shrug of the shoulder, as it to say that it wasn't anything big.

"Yeah. It can be kind of a pain in the ass captaining from the engine room, but we made due." She leaned forward onto the table a little. "Thing is, the Empire doesn't really see the value in trying to figure out how to do things like we do. It's generally a lot more convenient for them if we just stay put."

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