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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2025 8:48 pm
Backdated to March 12th
Part of her knew this was reckless. Being separated as she was from both the Vanguard and White Moon had its benefits--namely, to not risk the wrath of the Negaverse towards the former, if they realized any of their members were being friendly with the latter. There was too much at risk.
She knew that.
And yet... she'd had the burner phone since not long after the disastrously horrific fight on the hill. The Mauvian had gifted it to her, offering it as a means they could stay in contact, if she wished. She'd even updated it, the simple, basic Earthling technology, so it would be even harder to track and trace. Unconnected to even her civilian guise.
Daesva made sure to never bring it out of subspace when she was anywhere near the others, or near any place she wasn't sure the Negaverse might somehow intercept something or glimpse something or... anything.
She allowed herself to be more paranoid. It helped keep people safe. Yet here she was, conducting more behaviors that were just as risky, involving more people who could end up hurt or worse if anything got received by the wrong people. Daesva sighed, looking down at the screen of her ComTech to see if its scanners were picking up any White Moon auras. They'd arranged to meet here, herself and that Sailor Aberdonia. Date and time, because there wasn't a way to communicate with his phone and her ComTech. It was why Realta had given Daesva her burner phone, and kept one herself that could be communicated with.
The small drawstring pouch hung from her other hand, weighed with two devices. A simple black USB stick, with a tiny bit of opaque tape on one side marked with an A HW in Sharpie. Aberdonia Homeworld. Simple enough that she hoped it wouldn't draw any attention to him from other humans, but the USB stick itself was password protected and encrypted--another aid from Realta, to be sure that only Aberdonia would be able to get into it. Well, and herself, but beyond putting the video she'd taken on there, along with results from the scans she'd taken of the storms, the lightning... and things they'd found in the archives. She hadn't given him all the raw data, but rather, reports, written out simply and clearly, along with charts to help explain what properties and components of the readings meant. He could pause the video to get photos out of screen captures, if he wished.
The other device, though... it was another burner phone. Black, simple flip phone. Untraceable, really, prepaid. He just needed to keep it hidden and unconnected to his civilian self. There was only one number already programmed into it, that being Daesva's own. If he didn't want it, she'd destroy the object, not risk it falling into someone else's hands. But if he did... it'd be easier to remain in contact, to share information.
As she arrived at the appointed spot, the same place she'd highjacked a ride with him to his asteroid... homeworld. Again she looked down to the ComTech, checking if it was picking up any White Moon auras in the area. She wasn't too early, was she..?
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 5:38 pm
Aberdonia had no real conception of how dangerous a game his acquaintance was playing. But he would have had some measure of empathy for her position, as she wasn't the only one hiding things from the people around her.
Someday, the senshi was going to have to come clean about his gender and sexuality to his family, and he had zero faith his extended family wouldn't be told when that happened. Sure, he didn't give a damn whether his rotten, spoiled, arrogant uncles found out, as they had never thought his parents getting together was a good idea in the first place. More specifically, they treated him and his sister like they were shameful illegitimate children, and his mother as the low-class American woman-of-easy-virtue his father had dirtied himself with...primarily because they'd had another woman lined up for Aberdonia's father, someone who would help his father be the perfect and supportive and servile little assistant to their aspirations they'd been raised to think of him as. Frankly, with how rarely the senshi's father was home, he had no real reason to believe his father wouldn't sell him down the river the minute it became apparent that his firstborn wasn't an idealized picture of masculinity.
Fortunately, none of those thoughts were on his mind as he made his way toward the park where Daesva had hitched a ride with him to his asteroid, making decent time, as he'd been meaning to make an update to the database, and, given that his senshi phone was still a flip phone, that was going to take approximately FOREVER to type up and then upload. Not to mention the pile of homework still waiting for him.
So he jogged, at least squeezing some exercise in, to help sell the idea that he'd just gone out on a simple jog as a study break. Which he did occasionally, particularly when studying for a big test, and he DID have a big chemistry test coming up. Not that he was particularly worried, chemistry being one of his best subjects. Plus, the whole thing about the Calamitous Hollow. Which he'd transcribed neatly onto a doc file, and then printed out, lacking any way to protect a USB stick from getting hacked. Sure, it was low-tech by the standards of the Digital Age, but it could always be transcribed later into a fresh digital file before being destroyed. No unnecessary hints as to his identity.
Sensing around as he approached the park, he didn't really sense much in the way of other active power signals, and he slowed to a walk, carefully adjusting his speed to a "patrol" pace. The park wasn't super close to home, but it would still be odd to anybody looking for energy signals to detect an aura jogging along for no discernable reason.
Reaching the shed where he'd last visited Aberdonia, he peered around the corner to find Daesva waiting, with a drawstring pouch hanging from the hand not handling her "ComTech".
"Hey," he said quietly. "Were you waiting a long time?" he asked, pulling out his senshi phone to confirm the time. Yes. He was on time. Whether the data they could each submit to their respective databases would be in time was a separate question.
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