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Ira gets a Daémon
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The laboratory is well hidden in the bowels of one of the large generation ships making up the great fleet.  Back when the noble lines from the dead universe still meant something, the space had been hidden away as a panic room in case of mutiny.  Now, it was full of machinery.  Several cages strong enough to hold pokemon filled one room.  Another section was converted into cells.  A large machine took up most of a third room - a device to grab people from distant worlds.  This experiment needed people who did not already have daemons, and that eliminated all of the people already on the fleet.  

They had taken this specimen a little less than a day ago, and had wasted no time beginning the experimental Bonding method.  Life-signs look promising.  A scientist watches on his monitor, waiting for the specimen to wake up.  

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After what is a short shower by their standards and a medium one by anyone else's, they come back out.  

"Anything interesting happen?"

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"Not much," Ira comments, stretching.

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"I got a name!"

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"That was about the most exciting thing."

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"Which name did you pick?"

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"Ishetu! I thought it was pretty!"

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"It's a good name," Araeneve confirms.  

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Ishetu preens happily!

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Ira rubs a fond hand over Ishetu's back. "Anything interesting happen while you were out and about?"

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"Things are the same as ever.  It didn't seem smart to go poking around in Topaz Hall too closely, but I kept an eye out and didn't see anything from the canal as we were running through."

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"That's...hopefully good?" Ira says, cautiously. (She sounds like someone still waiting for something bad to happen.)

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"Doesn't seem bad, at least."

Verity, on the other hand, is very used to nothing ever happening.  Good or bad, every day is a uselessly small fraction of a light year closer to wherever their grandchildren will land, provided they don't get blind-sided by a rogue black hole or something.  

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Ira sighs. "Guess we're stuck waiting still then."

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