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Communications intercept. Transmission detected Sat 04th of Apr 2009 at 10:44 AM by Variel. Communique follows:
[Tell] To Trifid: Hello, is this Trifid?
[Tell] Trifid: Sure is.
[Tell] To Trifid: I've been looking for you. Do you have a second?
[Tell] Trifid: Club Succubus.
[Tell] To Trifid: I'm on my way.
Trifid: She killed one of it's operatives, yeah. They've never been heard from since, have they?
Deffdog: Well I haven't heard anything new. That doesn't mean anything.
Trifid: Doesn't it? It doesn't strike you as a little suspicious?
Variel: Trifid, nice to finally meet you.
Deffdog: Zion hasn't given us any new information on the crew. So i can only theorize on what might have happened to it.
Trifid: The last known report on the Novalis II is that the entire crew was taken into custody when they captured Toorima... or Veil, rather.
*Trifid refuses to shake your hand.*
Trifid: You've met me before, Variel.
Trifid: This time you're not shooting at me.
Variel: Really? I would think I would have remembered . . .
Variel: Especially if I was shooting at you . . .
Trifid: Yeah, well, I look different without the mask.
Variel: . . . That can't be.
Deffdog: Hmm?
Trifid: Trifid chuckles.
Deffdog: Escondido?
Trifid: Maskharah.
Variel: How . . . ?
Trifid: I left the construct with a little help, kid. Left a simulacrum decoy in my place... dead.
Variel: Well, I see you've recovered from the last time we met. You're looking a little less . . . terrified.
Trifid: We're kind of skipping around the point, though... you kids have questions... and most of you aren't even asking the right ones.
Deffdog: So.. your the carrier that the epn were hunting?
Trifid: Trifid nods at Deffdog.
Deffdog: So why put up that facade?
Variel: Apparently - did you infiltrate the Cypherites?
Trifid: Nah... I left their asses flat. Kind of hard to keep hanging out with a bunch of people who leave you to die, you know?
Trifid: So now I'm following in an old friend's footsteps.
Variel: . . . Old friend?
Deffdog: So how did you get aboard the Scanline?
Trifid: Theptism.
Trifid: Let's just say I've got connections, and they needed the crewmembers. Don't know if any of you knew, but we just reactivated the receivers.
Variel: So I've heard.
Deffdog: I have not had the pleasure of recieing one.
Trifid: Hmm... you might track down Bradyn, then.
Deffdog: Why him?
Trifid: Or Ebola. That little snot's hoarding two of them.
Variel: Ebola? Didn't she let you die a few times too?
Trifid: Yeah. I'm not happy with her, either.
Variel: So are you transmitting anything to her receivers?
Trifid: I guess the point I'm trying to make here tonight, children, is don't be so quick to set your minds on what the truth is and what it isn't.
Variel: And what SHOULD we set our minds on?
Trifid: The Morpheus facade may be just that... but if I were a smart man, I might think it was a final test of faith for his true followers. He's all about loyalty, isn't he?
Variel: And what makes you such an expert on Morpheus?
Trifid: What makes you such an expert at talking?
Trifid: Trifid smirks.
Variel: Years of practice. What's your excuse? ;)
Trifid: Just answered your own question, didn't you, kid?
Variel: Well, answers are funny that way. They just lead to more questions.
Trifid: Trifid pays his tab.
Deffdog: Well Trifid you brought me to with some posible answers to whos controlling the facade. Who are they?
Trifid: So? You're all awakened. Enlightened, right? So start acting like it. Open your minds.. it's not as cut and dried as it seems.
Trifid: Everybody's got secrets. You might start finding out what they are if you want answers so bad.
Variel: Unfortunately, in a world balaced by a tenuous Truce, we don't have the luxury of ambiguity. It'd be swell if you could just give us some straight answers, old friend.
Trifid: Oh, and Deffdog? Don't be so sure it's a "They."
*Your movement speed increases by 17 percent!*
Variel: Wait!
*You have entered Manssen Park.*
Variel: *deja vu*
[Faction] Vesuveus: I just picked my nose at him
[Faction] Variel: that's a coincidence. We were just talking about picking noses . . .
*You have entered Camon Heights.*
Deffdog: Or should we call you Maskarah
Trifid: Actually I can't get her off of my leg.
Ebola: You never asked me to get off.
Trifid: I was asked her by Vessy over there.
Variel: Told you I was watching you.
Ebola: Ill just watch this
Trifid: Everyone needs something to do in their spare time, I suppose.
[Faction] Variel: Trifid claims to have some insight into who's behind the Morpheus appearances.
Deffdog: Well Trifid is their anyway other way to obtain a scanline reciever?
Deffdog: Then trying to get it from her.
*Deffdog points Ebola straight ahead.*
Ebola: Oh, nice update Trifid
Trifid: Like I said... talk to Bradyn.
[Faction] Vesuveus: Deffdog: Well Trifid is their anyway other way to obtain a scanline reciever?
Ebola: Interesting stuff
Trifid: Hey, Variel?
Variel: Yes?
Trifid: Deja vu, right?
Ebola: Seems his running away skills have improved at least.
Variel: . . . I hate it when he does that.