outsiderslogs | welcome to omega, round two.

who. everyone!
what. in which the new arrivals join the outsiders.
where. landing pads for new arrivals, who then head through the markets to the residential area.
when. today!
warnings. n/a

This time, when the shuttles arrive, the landing pad isn't so empty. There was no saying these people wouldn't show up again, and though Aria isn't going to be happy that they appear to be coming on a schedule while the rest of the system is grounded, there doesn't appear that there's much to be done about it. A group of her batarian agents are there to escort incomers off the ship; some are taken aside for questioning, but when it's clear they know nothing of their origins, they're let go. Some new arrivals may notice that these shuttles don't simply depart -- a number of them are escorted off by other shuttles, deeper into the station.

After that, though, there's little the batarians can do about them. They're sent towards the residential district by way of the markets and financial sectors. The housing areas they arrive in aren't in the best of shape; while there are other outsiders to this galaxy already at work trying to repair the damage, others aren't bothering with it at all.

This is Omega. If you don't find some way to pull your weight, you'll be dead in no time.

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Once plugged back into the suit she was so intimately familiar with, Cortana instantly noticed something was...off. Chief's bioreadings were the first and hardest to miss. They weren't fatal, and he seemed completely fine. "In the meantime, I'll run some scans, see if I can pick up any frequencies I can actually identify." And perhaps figure out what this reading meant. She would have piped up to ask about them, but Chief was able to get his question in first.

"There's a gap in my memory, I can't make out what exactly happened. One minute we were on Requiem boarding with Gypsy Company, the next you and the company were gone and I was lying around in a completely different shuttle. Is it any different for you?"

Boarding with Gypsy Company... ...when they were getting ready to attack the gravity well. Well, that explained a bit. He had been...taken by whatever force had put him on that shuttle after fighting the Didact. Cortana had been taken earlier, while they had still been on Requiem. It just raised further questions, though. He'd dealt with Forerunner artifacts causing time travel before, but nothing like this.

...whatever had caused it, he decided to keep his questions to himself for the moment.

"A bit," he answered. "The last thing I remember is being aboard the Infinity, near Earth."

"Earth?" For a moment, there was some static on the HUD. No, no that can't be right. Cortana went back over her memory, and except for that aforementioned gap, everything lined up. That gap couldn't have been that long, could it? "Is your helmet on too tight? Because last I checked, Requiem isn't what I'd call near Earth."

Chief wasn't exactly known for joking around, he was being serious. But then, that made the situation all the more difficult. "This doesn't make sense. Is this why the bioreadings I'm getting are so drastically different?"

The Chief's head twitched as the static hit again and he realized he was going to have to get used to that again. And then, unfortunately, came a couple questions he was hoping he'd have a little bit more time to think of an answer for.

He didn't want to tell her...everything that had happened on Requiem and Ivanoff Station. Or, more accurately, he wasn't sure how to yet. He could at least answer her other question straight.

"While we were moving to attack the Gravity Well...I met another Forerunner. The Librarian." He'd heardher called an 'echo', but for how much she'd helped, that seemed...disparaging. "She told me about the Didact. Then she made it so I could fight him."

"And you were there."

There was a hard silence in the suit. When Cortana finally spoke up, she tried to hide the crack in her voice. "Chief, I don't remember any of this."

Which, for an AI that was already falling apart, didn't bode well for her mental state. There was some explanation, but she almost didn't want to have to admit it.

"It's possible something got corrupted and I lost the time between Requiem and the shuttle. That would explain the gap." Of course that plausibility was far from an ideal situation. If that was the case, then either she was more unstable than she had anticipated, or there was an outside force powerful enough to delete that much memory.

"I don't think that's it." Rather, he felt reasonably sure that he knew it wasn't. He'd seen every gruesome effect that Cortana's rampancy had had on her (and he doubted he'd forget any of it any time soon) and memory loss wasn't anywhere on the list. However, the idea that some kind of outside force had tampered with her was a bit harder to discount, since both of them were already well and tampered with just by being here.

"...we should focus on finding out where we are," he eventually said. "And how we got here. If we find that out, it could explain the rest." Like the discrepancy between both of their memories.

welcome to omega, round two.

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