[ This is a level of paranoia that 76 hasn't encountered for a while, not that he minds it. Cayde hadn't been this vigilant last time they spoke, so he has to wonder what changed. A lot could have happened over the past few months.
He heads immediately for the hanger after seeing the note. It's a large area (filled with mechs they've yet to even use in any real way), so he starts walking down it length-wise, keeping an eye out for the robot. ]
[There's nothing like being kidnapped and tortured to remind a guy he's in an alien world without his powers. It's been on his mind a lot over the last couple of weeks, and he remembers 76 getting on his case for not being more het up about all this.]
[The hangar is the closest to "home" it gets for Cayde around here, so he's most comfortable here, fiddling with miscellaneous tools when he hears someone come in. Holding up a wrench and waving with the other hand.]
[ 76 hears Cayde tinkering around before he sees him, so he doesn't skip a beat as he heads over. Instead of settling down next to him, he leans himself up against the leg of the nearest mech, arms crossing tight over his chest. ]
Wasn't exactly subtle.
[ Anyone could have stumbled across it, though Cayde had at least made sure to post it up in a tucked away area that wasn't frequently visited. ]
[ It's not like 76 doesn't get a small amount of satisfaction out of being told that he's right, but it's fleeting. For Cayde to ask him for a meeting like this, and then to lead with that -- it can't be for any good reason.
He tilts his head to the side, frown clear above his visor. ]
Let's say reattaching your own hand puts some things in perspective.
[He looks up at the ceiling and around the room before he continues, like he might suddenly spot something amiss. He couldn't find any surveillance here, but that doesn't mean that there isn't any.]
[Oh well. He's just gonna have to hope.]
They brought us here, and with all that power they just... Threw us to the dogs. People died just because they're refugees and we still haven't even heard a peep from our esteemed hosts about it.
[ There probably is surveillance, but not the kind that they're used to. The Natha seem to be all-knowing, or all-seeing, or something. It sounds ridiculous, but 76 has seen enough impossible things that he's willing to believe it at this point.
They may be watching, but it doesn't seem like they ever intervene. That's almost more infuriating. ]
Guess once we're dumped on the planet, they stop caring about what happens to us after that. [ It makes no sense to him. They must be serving some sort of purpose to the Orbiters, but hell if he knows what that is. ]
Your hand?
[ He can't help trying to get a look, but nothing looks off about Cayde's mechanical parts. ]
[Cayde sweeps a hand in an arc as be says it, a vaguely dismissive gesture because he doesn't want to get in a whole thing about it. Bit of a hack job putting it back on but his gloves cover it well and he doesn't want to get into it with anyone.]
Anyway, much as I like this whole "not being dead" deal, there's gotta be some oinda oversight. What's the point in saving a bunch of folks just to let 'em die somewhere else?
[ There's a whole lot to unpack here. Explosive restraints, Cayde's implication that he'd been brought back from the dead much like Reinhardt -- he must have been another victim of the abductions.
Cayde is looking to him for answers, as if 76 has any. He should know a thing or two about looking after people, about oversight, but none of the Natha's decisions make any sense to him. ]
Your guess is as good as mine. I guess they're not that concerned, if they have the power to bring us back.
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He heads immediately for the hanger after seeing the note. It's a large area (filled with mechs they've yet to even use in any real way), so he starts walking down it length-wise, keeping an eye out for the robot. ]
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[The hangar is the closest to "home" it gets for Cayde around here, so he's most comfortable here, fiddling with miscellaneous tools when he hears someone come in. Holding up a wrench and waving with the other hand.]
I see you found my note.
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Wasn't exactly subtle.
[ Anyone could have stumbled across it, though Cayde had at least made sure to post it up in a tucked away area that wasn't frequently visited. ]
What's this about?
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[Cayde looks down at the wrench in his hand, tapping it against his palm with a heavy sigh.]
I'm thinking you might've been right.
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He tilts his head to the side, frown clear above his visor. ]
What happened?
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[He looks up at the ceiling and around the room before he continues, like he might suddenly spot something amiss. He couldn't find any surveillance here, but that doesn't mean that there isn't any.]
[Oh well. He's just gonna have to hope.]
They brought us here, and with all that power they just... Threw us to the dogs. People died just because they're refugees and we still haven't even heard a peep from our esteemed hosts about it.
[in a nutshell: he's pissed]
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They may be watching, but it doesn't seem like they ever intervene. That's almost more infuriating. ]
Guess once we're dumped on the planet, they stop caring about what happens to us after that. [ It makes no sense to him. They must be serving some sort of purpose to the Orbiters, but hell if he knows what that is. ]
Your hand?
[ He can't help trying to get a look, but nothing looks off about Cayde's mechanical parts. ]
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[Cayde sweeps a hand in an arc as be says it, a vaguely dismissive gesture because he doesn't want to get in a whole thing about it. Bit of a hack job putting it back on but his gloves cover it well and he doesn't want to get into it with anyone.]
Anyway, much as I like this whole "not being dead" deal, there's gotta be some oinda oversight. What's the point in saving a bunch of folks just to let 'em die somewhere else?
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Cayde is looking to him for answers, as if 76 has any. He should know a thing or two about looking after people, about oversight, but none of the Natha's decisions make any sense to him. ]
Your guess is as good as mine. I guess they're not that concerned, if they have the power to bring us back.