Potted Plants United wrote:The hivemind's "abomination" followed Jasot, though not before sending two messages. The first was local, just getting some minor mischief started.
The second was relayed to the S.L. House of Diplomats via the contacts the hivemind had in miss Zakalwe's home system, with the request that it be relayed to her, whenever she returned to the system. There were factors that she needed to know, but which the plant entity hadn't had time to say. The message was encrypted to be opened only by her, as there was a question only she would know the answer to.
Leo enters the bar once again, looking in very sour sorts. His bolo tie is gone, his shirt opened at the neck and rather dirty and rumpled. The lines on his face, appearing jolly just a short time before, now give him a menacing aspect of vengeful old man. He stomps over to where the little group is gathered and pointedly ignores Gil.
"Your verdancy, I have been directed to inform you personally, and I quote: 'The House of Diplomats is a national foreign relations agency, not a messenger service. Find her yourself. Signed, E.S. Valerii.'"
His expression softens slightly. "Tempers are running a bit hot, you understand. Defections to the Belt-" Leo continues to ignore Gil standing right next to him, listening to every word "-have skyrocketed lately for some reason, and this was the biggest fish they've landed so far. I am completely in the godsdamned dark, half my friends in government won't give me more than the time of day, and things seem to be coming to a head. I understand humans have poor reaction to rumors, but there is something else afoot here. And you-" he suddenly turns and stabs a finger right in Gil's face, "-are either the spawn of the devil himself, or my closest friend and ally - and nothing anyone can say can give me any indication which!"
Leo swallows before continuing. "I must be desperate - here I am narrating this strategic clusterfuck of a situation to a possible enemy, a space marine representing a possibly catastrophically hostile star empire, and a walking, talking aspidistra. No offense intended, et cetera, et cetera."
He sits and sighs, tiredly. "Barkeep, I require a beverage. This is a multiversal nexus, perhaps anything is possible. Might you be able to produce for me a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster? I have always wanted to order one of those. And if its reputed effects are accurate, I really do require it right now."