"Could also take an unverified load of people off planet, take them somewhere other than our refugee planet, screen them there, and then take them on."

"Yeah, that'd work. Depending on how constrained the ship design has to be I could possibly lift off a whole city if it was fairly compact and not built on top of particularly rocky soil."

"Maybe you should stop by the bunker, then, and ask the engineering team if that can be done and/or if planetary surface takeoff can be done and which one they can achieve faster."

"Yeah." Notes notes.

"Good skill. I'd apologize for dragging you into this mess except I do not have any regrets there."

"Long as I don't actually make things worse, me either."

And he rejoins his people in Ossiriand.

And Cam flies to the bunker and checks his correspondence.

Angband's biological weapons program charts and notes are mostly encrypted but Cam is welcome to see if there's anything he can do, perhaps they were unencrypted at some point and can be pulled? Medical has a promising progress report on drugs that work on Elves. The mindless test subjects for suicide triggers are still alive. 

Cam checks for unencrypted history of the bioweapons program. It's really hard to hedge demons out of this sort of thing if you weren't trying expressly to do that and value convenience at all.

Yup, he's got it. 

Cool.

When he turns up at the bunker he goes looking for the King.

He's working, of course. "Cam. Make me something?"

"...what?"

"A scale model of TIrion sized as a paperweight?"

"...okay." Here is a teeny Tirion.

"How'd the parley go?"

"It was unpleasant but we apparently didn't fuck up the oath. You want the transcript?"

"Yes, please. How can you generate transcripts of conversations that weren't transcribed, or do you transcribe everything?"

"I don't transcribe everything, but this one I recorded and my computer can speech-to-text it." Cam gives him the transcript.

He reads through it. "So now you can reembody my father?"

"It is really his chip but when I made the body - basement dweller. Stuck the chip in my arm for safekeeping."

"Bizarre. I wonder if the bodies you make don't have brains in the right sense for reembodiment to be possible from them. If so reembodiment's going to be much harder than I hoped, which means we can't in fact trade the Enemy the Silmarils for the destruction of Valinor because there's no obvious avenue by which, even given all the backups, I could bring everyone back."

"Yeah." Headshake. "Anyway, I can exploit the permission to remove Elves without checking them for oaths if I just check them some other way but I assume I can only do it once so I want it to be a doozy -" He repeats the considerations he went over with Maitimo.

"Takeoff from the surface of the planet's the pipe dream of FTL, if I can do it at all it'd take me a century. Larger cargo's mostly an engineering problem - and a fuel one which we can ignore - so that's the more promising avenue. Curufinwe's been working on it." A pause. "He thinks you could maybe move half a million people, if we got lucky and did everything right."