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[whyarewehere]

[ The post drifts up onto the comms one evening, just a simple line of text to ask a simple question:]

guys, how do aliens know when other aliens are hot?

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[whyarewehere]

shepard would i ever do anything for the wrong reasons?

[thebioticwoman]

Even text can't make that one work, buddy.

[whyarewehere]

damn. another one knows me now.

[thebioticwoman]

I'm fluent in smartass. The Alliance won't give you a command if you're not.

[Yeah no that's a lie a good half of her peers don't have a sense of humor.]

[whyarewehere]

i almost want to say tell that to the unsc, but they're not actually my problem anymore. it's good to be retired.

wait no, somebody should totally tell them that sometime.

[thebioticwoman]

You can't tell the brass anything, Grif. Until six months later when they're suddenly pretending it was their idea.