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[locum_tenens]

WHO: Niska Elster
WHERE: Bunker
WHEN: September 21
OPEN TO: Mark Watney / All
WARNINGS: Potential rudeness, mild violence

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for mark

Her charge is nearly gone.

Niska had known that setting out on this faith-driven quest was a stupid idea, but somehow she had convinced herself that it was a path that she needed to set herself on. The cabin had been so close, she'd been right there when her systems began to shut down, no longer capable of supporting motor functions. She recalls collapsing on the forest floor, perilously low to losing all power.

She was so close, though. She'd needed only to finish and she could return to Astrid. It was this last thought of the woman she loved that Niska spared her memory for before she shut down to enable herself to save power, to avoid dying.

When she opens her eyes again, there is no cabin in sight and her power levels are still dangerously low. Something must have changed for her to have been brought forward from sleep mode and a speedy glance of the dim room that she's in tells her what's happened. Her clothes are soaked and orange, a man is staring at her, a preservation tube is behind her, and she only has seconds before she's out.

Eyeing the man, it takes her little time to weigh the risks, deciding that her need for survival outweighs her mistrust of strangers. "Charge," is all she says, jaw locked as movement is impossible until she has more power, all function stripped to the bare minimum. It's all she says before she collapses again, water pooling on the ground around Niska's body, a prone figure that isn't breathing and has no warmth.

Dead, really, but only by some people's definition.

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Once she's suitably charged and back in her orange scrubs (a mockery, as if she's an Orange Eyes, docile and suited to taking commands), Niska wastes little time in going to work on the computers. People come in and mill around her, but so long as they pay no mind to Niska, she'll pay no mind to them. Attentive of the systems, she finds coding that looks very simplistic, a function of keeping something running. It has nothing to do with synths and therefore, nothing to do with her.

While she'll return to find out where she is, what's more pressing to her now is who's here with her.

Paging through the systems and typing in code without looking up past the fringe of her hair, she hears movement that isn't so deliberate, as if a pause. Standing there in drying orange scrubs, Niska suspects that she either looks like an Orange Eyes ready to help or perhaps a prisoner. Either way, she dislikes the association and knows she'll have to find other clothing.

Soon. Right now, she needs to seek out Mia and Leo and Max. She needs to see if she can find them, and she has to hope that she won't find Astrid, wanting to prevent her from being dragged into this at all costs.

"You're staring at me," she says, when she hears the movement stop completely. It's an educated guess, of course, she doesn't actually have eyes in the back of her head (no matter what David Elster might have upgraded his synths with, that's not one of them). "What do you want?"

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"Facs..." He's looking, intent, but his expression changes. Paling a little, cheeks reddening, scanning faster now because he figures there has to be someone else on that list. Somewhere.

Except there's not. Just two. His own and...

"Carlos Alvarez," he murmurs softly. He sighs, sitting back and rubbing his hands over his face. "Well, fuck." He looks back to her. "You think we're clones? Replicants?"

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"Where I come from, there are plenty of geniuses who are able to replicate a person's image," Niska says evenly, though personality is another matter all-together. While David Elster had been able to create Beatrice again in looks, what had become of her as Karen definitely was not the same woman Niska had once known.

For the better, really. Leo deserved better than a mother so weak and human.

"Who is Carlos Alvarez?" she asks, even though she won't know him, but this man, Jake, he clearly does. Perhaps there's meaning in that.

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"Yea where I'm from those that do it are often criminals and don't care about mankind but profiting themselves," he says, but he's curious and not hiding it. "So they do it often? Why? For money? So rich people can keep their fortunes longer?" He doesn't hide the bitterness in his tones. Both that she knows science like that, and that he doesn't believe in things like that being used for the good of mankind as they should be.

He doesn't answer right away, though eventually he sighs.

"He's my teammate, my unit's sniper. Closest thing to a best friend I've had ever." And he could go on. The one hurt the most by the children they had gotten killed. The person who had saved his life more times than he could count.

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"Because it's available to them and they don't think about the moral consequences," Niska says in a way that makes it sound like it's factual, but it's really just her opinion. After all, they could have had other reasons, but she doesn't believe them to be altruistic.

She stands smoothly, eyeing the exit door, not taking her eyes off it even as she listens to him.

"Is it important that it's his name there?" she asks, even though she's not looking at him, instead debating her next steps, mapping out where she'll go. "Does it mean something?"

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Jake's face screws up about that, not liking how that sounds at all. "Yeah, people do a lot of shit because they don't think about the moral consequences." And a lot of people get hurt because of it.

"It means something to me," he admits. "Though I don't know what it means. Not yet." He sighs, sitting back in the chair. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out. Such we don't have better answers."

And he knows he'll be mulling over this for a while before he heads out, tries to find an answer to what any of this means and why it even exists.

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Niska eyes him up and down, thinking that she's passed a test of a stranger talking to her without him realizing anything is different about her. Even with her eyes their bright green, he hadn't noticed. "I wasn't helping," she feels like she wants to make it clear. "I just wasn't doing any harm."

With that, she doesn't say goodbye as she leaves, ready to explore the rest of this place and see if this is where her quest has led her.