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[Adept as Bond may be in his own world, there is only so much he can wrap his mind around. Space operas do not number, and he has a fairly blase look on his face when he turns on the camera. He's in the CES, on a hill overlooking a wide valley. There is a very long gun resting against his shoulder.]

Now that's over with, I'm setting up a fullbore range in the CES. Targets are spread around this side of the hill.

[He turns the camera, and in the distance there are indeed targets set up, borrowed from the firing range.]

There's plenty of space between here and the entrance. Try not to wander through my line of sight.

[Private to Ellie]

Have you ever used a sniper rifle?

[Open Spam]

[True to his word, Bond is working on his sniping. Clad in forest colored clothes, a step up from actually wearing proper camouflage, Bond lays prone at the top of the hill. His rifle is steadied on a bag of ammo and supplies, kickstand folded up; he knows how the recoil can work against the ground too well to bother.

The firing isn't frequent; any one in the CES might hear a shot every ten minutes at best. His patience needs practice, too.]

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oy, you. I talked to Ellie just before that breach and she was like a wet weekend on legs. said she hadn't seen you in days. wtf is up?

is chatspeak common on all planets, or are you just overly fond of humanity's quirks?

both. but I keep it to c21st round here. you going to stop evading or do I have to haul my deathtolling arse round to you?

i'd prefer you didn't.

james ilu but you really are a worldclass plonker. just tell me you're on top of it and I'll leave you the fuck alone, all right. but I was worried about her.

[Possibly the only reason he gives in is because she's worried about Ellie. Possibly.]

i'm seeing her today

good. she was all keen on chickens and then when I hatched them she was just ...flat.

and take care of you too <3 <3

couldn't be because chickens are terrible animals, could it?

[Iris' mostly-chickens are a week old now: their long lizardy tails are sufficiently feathered that you have to look twice to notice them, and their lizardy not-really-beaks are counterbalanced by authentically chickenlike combs.

They still have enormous feet and the huge raptor claws on them are apparent. Their adult feathers are beginning to poke through the fluff and one of them is definitely leopard print.]

hey I built these chickens from the molecules up. they're fanbloodytastic.

on my planet, those aren't chickens...

I might have got a bit distracted while I was remembering them. It's not like I'm widely experienced with bloody chickens, barring cooking the buggers.

anyway they're near enough. they'll lay eggs and they already make soothing chickeny noises.