ECHO DIARY ENTRY #9: TWENTY-EIGHT WEEKS AFTER THE FALL OF HELIOS
[ this video is once again set in the atlas office, which looks cleaner than before -- more polished, more put together. rhys, on the other hand, doesn't. he's not covered in blood this time but his hair is in a loose mess, fluffy and layered, and he's in that worn hyperion sweater of his and a pair of boxers. he's sitting in his armchair, legs crossed under him and a tablet in his lap as a cigarette hangs between his lips but unlike the last late night video, he doesn't look like he's on the verge of crying -- just... tired. he's been working really hard.
when he looks at the camera, he reaches a hand up to rub at his forehead and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out some smoke. ]
What the hell is the Crimson Lance? I feel like this is a thing I should know but I don't and apparently I, like, own them or whatever?
[ he looks down at the tablet, scrolling across the screen with a brush of his thumb, holding the cigarette between two fingers of the same hand. his other hand, the flesh one, moves up to his mouth so he can bite at his thumb and he looks a little frustrated. ]
They look like a military force? Disbanded, I think, but I have all their records -- what they've done, where they've gone. Missions and crap. This is... nuts? This is fucking nuts. They're probably related to that bandit group now though, the Crimson... something or other. Rovers? Raiders? Something with an R.
[ he drops his hand but the anxiousness seems to move to his foot next, wiggling nervously as he considers his options. ]
I was thinking about -- about going to Sanctuary? Reaching out to those Vault Hunters but I dunno, they scare me. That Siren of theirs, Lilith? She's super terrifying and will probably kill me though buuuut... but they're the Crimson whatevers now, aren't they? Would they -- would they work for me? Nooo. Maybe? I don't know.
[ a tired sigh leaves him and he reaches a hand up to rub his face, groaning. okay, right. what next? ]
Atlas has... a lot. I should have realized that since, well, they were bigger than Hyperion at one point. Weight of the world on their shoulders or however the story goes, that kind of thing. I'm kind of surprised Jack even took them down? It seems less like they were finished and more just sort of... put on pause, honestly. There's just so much here! It's really fucking overwhelming.
[ and then a pause as he sort of considers his options, looking away and focusing on his cigarette as his foot taps again and again and again. ]
... I don't...
[ he falls silent again, continuing to think. ]
Maybe...
[ he doesn't want to say it. ]
I was just thinking...
[ fuck, he's going to say it. he groans, head dropping back against his chair and thumping a few times before he reaches to drop his tablet on the desk. a hand goes back to rubbing his forehead because again, he really doesn't want to say this but -- ]
I think I need Jack? Or... someone, I guess. I don't know if I can do this alone. I've been thinking about how to approach this, about what Hyperion did. Hyperion was so focused on Vaults, right? But who cares about Vaults -- you need product, you need customers. I want to nix out the whole Vault thing and focus on just business. I'll go back to what I know, guns and crap like that but maybe... robots too? Ever since Jack wiped out the Claptraps, there hasn't been a good sort of servant-class AI on the market. I could do it better, I think -- less annoying too. There's probably some old records on Gortys, right? If I can find the notes on her programming, maybe I can recreate --
[ he pauses then, looking kind of surprised at the babble he went on before shaking his head and taking a breath. the cigarette goes back between his teeth and he lifts both hands to scrub at his hair before uncurling from the seat and standing up. his head and shoulders are off the shot now, camera focused on his middle and he reaches over to grab the mouse. ]
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Date: 2016-08-14 10:05 pm (UTC)[ this video is once again set in the atlas office, which looks cleaner than before -- more polished, more put together. rhys, on the other hand, doesn't. he's not covered in blood this time but his hair is in a loose mess, fluffy and layered, and he's in that worn hyperion sweater of his and a pair of boxers. he's sitting in his armchair, legs crossed under him and a tablet in his lap as a cigarette hangs between his lips but unlike the last late night video, he doesn't look like he's on the verge of crying -- just... tired. he's been working really hard.
when he looks at the camera, he reaches a hand up to rub at his forehead and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out some smoke. ]
What the hell is the Crimson Lance? I feel like this is a thing I should know but I don't and apparently I, like, own them or whatever?
[ he looks down at the tablet, scrolling across the screen with a brush of his thumb, holding the cigarette between two fingers of the same hand. his other hand, the flesh one, moves up to his mouth so he can bite at his thumb and he looks a little frustrated. ]
They look like a military force? Disbanded, I think, but I have all their records -- what they've done, where they've gone. Missions and crap. This is... nuts? This is fucking nuts. They're probably related to that bandit group now though, the Crimson... something or other. Rovers? Raiders? Something with an R.
[ he drops his hand but the anxiousness seems to move to his foot next, wiggling nervously as he considers his options. ]
I was thinking about -- about going to Sanctuary? Reaching out to those Vault Hunters but I dunno, they scare me. That Siren of theirs, Lilith? She's super terrifying and will probably kill me though buuuut... but they're the Crimson whatevers now, aren't they? Would they -- would they work for me? Nooo. Maybe? I don't know.
[ a tired sigh leaves him and he reaches a hand up to rub his face, groaning. okay, right. what next? ]
Atlas has... a lot. I should have realized that since, well, they were bigger than Hyperion at one point. Weight of the world on their shoulders or however the story goes, that kind of thing. I'm kind of surprised Jack even took them down? It seems less like they were finished and more just sort of... put on pause, honestly. There's just so much here! It's really fucking overwhelming.
[ and then a pause as he sort of considers his options, looking away and focusing on his cigarette as his foot taps again and again and again. ]
... I don't...
[ he falls silent again, continuing to think. ]
Maybe...
[ he doesn't want to say it. ]
I was just thinking...
[ fuck, he's going to say it. he groans, head dropping back against his chair and thumping a few times before he reaches to drop his tablet on the desk. a hand goes back to rubbing his forehead because again, he really doesn't want to say this but -- ]
I think I need Jack? Or... someone, I guess. I don't know if I can do this alone. I've been thinking about how to approach this, about what Hyperion did. Hyperion was so focused on Vaults, right? But who cares about Vaults -- you need product, you need customers. I want to nix out the whole Vault thing and focus on just business. I'll go back to what I know, guns and crap like that but maybe... robots too? Ever since Jack wiped out the Claptraps, there hasn't been a good sort of servant-class AI on the market. I could do it better, I think -- less annoying too. There's probably some old records on Gortys, right? If I can find the notes on her programming, maybe I can recreate --
[ he pauses then, looking kind of surprised at the babble he went on before shaking his head and taking a breath. the cigarette goes back between his teeth and he lifts both hands to scrub at his hair before uncurling from the seat and standing up. his head and shoulders are off the shot now, camera focused on his middle and he reaches over to grab the mouse. ]
I need to take a walk.
[ he ends the video. ]