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oo1. ORION ✯✯✯ video (city-wide announcement)
[When the video flickers into focus, the man in the frame is immediately recognizable to anyone who has been in Zion for more than a few months. For those who are newer, it’s not difficult to catch up on the archives. Orion is Chiron’s man, a face young and handsome-- traits intended to reconcile his representation of an anti-Oracle Councilor on a network created by the Oracle. He isn’t much more than a puppet, but he is known to have been chosen and groomed to puppet very well. His sleeveless ZDG Medical uniform exposes the sockets in his arms; this too, deliberate.
The Council needs men like him, in times like these.] Greetings, Zion, [Orion says.] Today, I greet you on behalf of the Council, twelve voices in unity. During Truce Week, the hovership known as the Erebus returned to harbour with news of a tactical crisis. Four crews of the Zion Defense Grid were attacked by the Machines. In order to maximize the likelihood of survivors and to protect our strategy, the Council scrambled a rescue effort in secret. Commander Gwisin, Captain Metzger and Captain pro tem Antilles are coming home. [His face breaks into a small smile that fades.] We have news that one survivor is returning with them.
It is not the way of Zion to silence discourse and debate. However, it’s often difficult for the Council to straddle the lines between communication, respect for the fallen, and... catering to gossip mongers.
[He shrugs helplessly. He has very nice shoulders. He probably isn’t all that helpless, really. If one hadn’t already considered Tony Stark a mere gossip monger, it’s unavoidable to consider now.]
I only hope that my fellow unplugged remember the danger, the Machine threat, the necessity of stealth in our work near the human fields. And I hope that our Native-born brothers and sisters weigh these network discussions carefully. The Council answers to you as much as to the extracted citizens of Zion. Do not view fearful speculations as divisive, or a threat to our way of survival.
[Divisive.] Take it as an opportunity to improve our city. As the Zion Defense Grid debriefs the hovercrews, intelligence will be disseminated. Thank you for your attention and your patience.
On a closing note, the Zion Defense Grid invites you now to pay respect to the soldiers slain aboard the Himalia, Medea, Horus, and Memphis. Please join me in a moment of silence to honor our fallen.
[It stretches.] A ceremony will be held next week. We must rally around our families and our friends. Thank you, Zion. And good night.
The Council needs men like him, in times like these.] Greetings, Zion, [Orion says.] Today, I greet you on behalf of the Council, twelve voices in unity. During Truce Week, the hovership known as the Erebus returned to harbour with news of a tactical crisis. Four crews of the Zion Defense Grid were attacked by the Machines. In order to maximize the likelihood of survivors and to protect our strategy, the Council scrambled a rescue effort in secret. Commander Gwisin, Captain Metzger and Captain pro tem Antilles are coming home. [His face breaks into a small smile that fades.] We have news that one survivor is returning with them.
It is not the way of Zion to silence discourse and debate. However, it’s often difficult for the Council to straddle the lines between communication, respect for the fallen, and... catering to gossip mongers.
[He shrugs helplessly. He has very nice shoulders. He probably isn’t all that helpless, really. If one hadn’t already considered Tony Stark a mere gossip monger, it’s unavoidable to consider now.]
I only hope that my fellow unplugged remember the danger, the Machine threat, the necessity of stealth in our work near the human fields. And I hope that our Native-born brothers and sisters weigh these network discussions carefully. The Council answers to you as much as to the extracted citizens of Zion. Do not view fearful speculations as divisive, or a threat to our way of survival.
[Divisive.] Take it as an opportunity to improve our city. As the Zion Defense Grid debriefs the hovercrews, intelligence will be disseminated. Thank you for your attention and your patience.
On a closing note, the Zion Defense Grid invites you now to pay respect to the soldiers slain aboard the Himalia, Medea, Horus, and Memphis. Please join me in a moment of silence to honor our fallen.
[It stretches.] A ceremony will be held next week. We must rally around our families and our friends. Thank you, Zion. And good night.
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[ Why must forward thinking always be met by bureaucracy and the stagnation that's the status quo? Wedge understands that humanity had to make do with what they had, but is living in the shadows of their past mistakes all they can do? Kosala is a perfect example that humans can do more than just exist. ] I don't expect the Council to approve of me taking a ship to hunt for some uranium, no. But someone up there must realize that magnetism limits our hovercrafts to...ah, forget it.
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[ Impassive. ] So now we're forced to wallow in the ruins of our own civilizations.
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humankind l̸̼̭͎͈o͕n̥̝̤̟̺g predates this city.
changͥ̃ͦͬ̋̊e̟͇̲̼̬̹ͯ̀ͅ is d̳͔̜̽́if̦͇͚͇̻͎͋ͩͧͩ̈́̃ͅf͓̫̮̘̳̖̹̎̅̒̾ͣ̍ͬï̻̩͔̥̻̅ͮ͌cu̺̝̙̼̹͚l̡ͭ̈́t̺̗̥̯͛, isn't i̛t?
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[ Difficult, but necessary. But Wedge doesn't say it, because it's a cliche. ]
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i'm not p̭̺̠̖͍̮̽̍ͦͥ̐͗͗e͇̘̭̐ͅople at all, by most stand̬͋̀ͫ̽͂ͨ̄ards.
[his screen flashes once; something like a wink.]
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[Orion's face cuts back in. He looks irritated, in a wry kind of way. Too many layers of choreography for genuine emotion to simmer all the way up to the surface.]