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{Signal sits quietly in their room, book in hand until the door opens. A pristine blue hardsuit with white accents, pursuit model, left arm and leg limp, the rest of the body leaning against the doorframe.}
"Hope you don't mind the suit Signal. Feels only right, helmet to helmet, pilot to pilot. You uh... mind if I take a seat?"
{Signal's head cocks to the side as it gestures with both hands to the table.}
{Glacier begins to hobble towards the table, cane in her good hand, she leans on it heavily and sits down with a long sigh}
"Now before you think to try anything, not that I think you will, you should know my Ghost is waiting outside. Sure she probably won't kill you but well. An injured Külmking won't be hard to finish off... pardon my butchery of the word."
"That old nickname? From before..."
"Shocked are you Signal? You'd be surprised what I can find, what a ghost can find when she's brought back to the light. But I'm not here to threaten you, nor try and control you like Deuces did."
{Glacier's surviving hand waves off both ideas like fools errands.}
"No. I want CORSAIRs own Soul Devouring Spirit to help me. I'll play your game Signal. I'll play it fairly even."
"And you expect me to take this deal with no reward?"
{Signal straightens it's spine slightly, still hunched like a crow picking at a corpse.}
{Glacier leans on the stump of her arm, just below the elbow, the hardsuit folding breaking the illusion fully. The pair, their eyes now level.}
"Far from it Signal. I won't pardon you. Besides it's not like you're safe in Union space, I need my reason to keep you safe and sound here in the Tenacity. No I'll give you a bit more freedom, more information at the greater things at play. Let you play a little off the books."
{A low rumble that could pass for a laugh from the ancient Mercenary, glowing mechanical eyes crinkling just a little.}
"If I accept... won't you be hated?"
{Signal sounded almost... concerned.}
"Aren't you just sweet, I don't want to be loved Signal. Respected is what I want. They'll see your usefulness eventually. That you're better off alive and helping us than rotting with Union. As if I'd hand you off to the colonizers."
"What's my first task then."
"I've got a meeting coming up... I'll need your voice there, your insights.... CORSAIR has rot that needs clearing. After all, war is hard on the body, and we need more than just our spirit to win."
{Glacier leans back for a moment, she seems oddly comfortable even missing her limbs.}
"Before you complain I can promise your safety... I don't want our shadow under the boat getting fished out after all."
"Morse picked a shrewd ghost."
{Glacier's shoulders slump, her voice... disappointed.}
"Let's not talk about Aimee.. I don't want to think about her right now."