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  1. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

    Diarmuid O'Sullivan UN Renegade

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    Sparrow's frown wasn't out of annoyance at Diarmuid, more just blind incomprehension. She looked to Chloe in query and the older Belter translated, hands moving quickly to explain. There was a fond smile on her face as she looked at the younger woman. Sparrow grinned and she laughed out loud, not able to modulate the sound for the setting.

    Chloe cut in as the blue haired woman spoke a little out of turn. She'd need not have worried. Diarmuid's smile was a little more fixed and his eyes a little more glazed. Chloe had judged her meds right and set him up for the knockout. They worked their final magic and the Terran slumped backwards unconscious on the bed. Any fear of him having overdosed were alleviated a moment later as loud snores began to fill the clinic.
     
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  2. Chloe Emerson

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    Hours later, Diarmuid would feel a prickling sensation on his right arm.

    The clinic was now mostly empty. Chloe had left to tend to matters elsewhere, leaving the unconscious Diarmuid alone with the deaf belter. She was giving him the opportunity to decide just how involved he wanted to get.

    Sparrow's purple hair was pulled back in an intricate braid with a few loose strands framing her face. The modified hand terminal was secured to her tattooed wrist with a handmade bracer. It allowed her freedom of movement while she was working and kept her hands free.

    She was giving the terran an injection of mild stimulants and pain killers to help bring him out of the dazed state that the potent dosage Chloe had given him previously had left him in.

    The friendly synthetic voice of the hand terminal chirped in his ear. "How are you feeling?"
     
  3. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    A drug aided sleep for Diarmuid had the benefit of no nasty dreams to torment and goad him. His sleep was fitful and dreamless, jerked into consciousness only the prick of a needle that jabbed into his arm. "Ow" was all he allowed, his other hand reflexively going to his sore arm. His eyes flickered open to see the earnest expression of Sparrow as she injected him.

    The synthetic voice piped up, just as chirpy as it had been earlier. Diarmuid winced but nodded, "A bit of a headache but-" he caught her puzzled expression and took a breath. He made sure to look right at her this time when he spoke, hoping she'd pick up a little from lip reading. "A little better, but I have a headache" he mimed, using his free hand to demonstrate by tapping his skull. He pointed at her, "Can you...understand me?"
     
  4. Chloe Emerson

    Chloe Emerson "Wren"

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    Her head tilted a little, but she smiled nevertheless, able to pick up some of what had been said, but not all of it.

    Holding up a finger, Sparrow gestured for Diarmuid to wait for just a moment, while she quickly fiddled with her hand terminal. A moment later, the singsong synthetic voice spoke up again. "I can interpret most of what you're saying."

    Sparrow glanced up at him and smiled brightly, before she typed away again. "But there's also a text-to-speech option on my hand terminal."

    She twisted around and pointed excitedly at the screen where the display would populate if she were to turn it on.
     
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  5. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    Diarmuid opened his mouth to speak but Sparrow had preempted him, her finger holding up to stall him for a second. There was the customary pause as she typed before the artificial voice addressed him. She flashed him a smile to show him there was no insult taken before displaying the screen so he could see what she meant.

    "That's good" he said slowly, he wasn't going to fully trust the machine's capability with a Donegal accent. The girl was in good form at least. On Earth they might have been to able to fix the hearing damage, out here in the Belt, Sparrow had to get by with technology. He sat up a little too quickly and immediately regretted it. It felt like his brain had just rebounded off his skull. "Christ" he swore, his hand clutching at his head. "Sorry" he said automatically, wincing at the pain. His hand indicated the syringe, "What was that for?"
     
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  6. Chloe Emerson

    Chloe Emerson "Wren"

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    Sparrow's head canted to the side for a brief moment as she read over the text that displayed on the screen. She frowned and her brow furrowed in confusion. The program had been designed with belter accents in mind, it was struggling with the man's accent. Her eyes flicked back up to the terran, raising a hand to her temple and it twisted in a small fist, as if turning a key.

    She paused when she realized that he wouldn't know what the sign meant.

    Awkwardly clearing her throat, she typed out a quick message on her terminal. "You must sound funny."
     
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  7. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    Sparrow's head tilt suited her namesake, she was like a quizzical bird. She looked from him to the terminal and back before making an odd gesture. Diarmuid stared blankly before the girl furiously began to type out another message. The artificial voice seemed to convey her puzzlement.

    Twenty years ago Diarmuid would have retorted that she sounded funny. That was before he'd travelled and realised he was the odd one out. Ten years ago even he'd have raged how the machine was a piece of junk. By now he was well used to it. Sparrow knew well that her device worked, Diarmuid was the anomaly here. He opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. A tired laugh escaped him and he shook his head, grinning as he looked up at the blue haired Belter. "I do" he said, doing his damnedest to modulate the lilt and speed somewhat for the machine.

    "It's...an Earther thing, a very specific Earther accent. Don't worry we-they don't all talk like that" he assured her. He repeated the gesture she had made, raising his hand to his temple and twisting it like she had "What is this? What does it mean?"
     
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  8. Chloe Emerson

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    The woman hopped up on the table next to him so he could see how the technology worked. It was far from perfect and it looked like Sparrow had to reason her way through most of the sentences that the device spat out on her screen. Many of the words were wrong and there was no punctuation. Back on earth, there would have been better technology available; but from what he could tell, this was something she might have coded herself.

    One of her slender legs crossed over the other and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn't need the text-to-speech to tell what it was he was asking her. The reply came only a few moments later after she had typed out on the screen.

    "It's a question. How to ask 'what'." The machine declared happily.
     
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  9. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    Diarmuid shifted a little to give Sparrow some room. He peered closer as she showed him the device she used. On closer inspection it was quite cobbled together, he wasn't sure how exactly it worked. It spat out a stream of words on the screen, not all of them spelt right or with punctuation featuring. Even with the tech she still had a hard job to decipher what was happening. It had the look of a patched together job, which meant Sparrow's smile hid a very sharp mind.

    He grinned as she answered. He'd noticed the Belters using a lot of hand gestures, they weren't even fully aware of it. "Did you make this?" he asked, his hand indicating the device before pointing at her. It was a wreck compared to what you might get on Earth but it hadn't had an entire team working on it. "It's impressive" he added, giving a thumbs up for emphasis.
     
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    Sparrow smiled brightly at Diarmuid, nodding quickly.

    Her legs folded themselves beneath her, taking up a surprisingly small amount of room. By an Earther's standard, the young woman was fairly tall; but for a Belter she was below average. When seated, she was only a little shorter than Diarmuid.

    She looked down to her device and swiftly typed out a message, though her fingers fumbled over some of the keys in her excitement.

    "Yes, I died. Thanks your."

    The British synthetic voice did a terrible job of conveying Sparrow's enthusiasm and curiosity. She looked down at the screen and realized what she had typed, scowling furiously at it. Her hand flew in a series of gestures to Diarmuid -- he wouldn't need a translator to tell him that she was annoyed with the machine.

    If she had been born on Earth, they would have been able to fix her hearing when she was a child. As it was now, she had to make do with what technology the Belt had available, but she didn't let it stop her.
     
  11. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    Belters were human but there was just something...off about them. The ones out there for generations had an almost stretched look to them, like they'd been on a rack. The deathly pale skin tone others had, that had never been hit with the sun's UV rays. And those like Sparrow with traits that would have been fixed easily back on Earth.

    Smiling and nodding, she typed a swift message on her device, fingers moving with practiced ease. The machine mangled it, Diarmuid blinking at the jovial tone the voice gave for a clearly wrong message. Her hands began to move in quick gestures, no translation was needed with the expression on her face. "Where did you learn to build stuff like that?"

    He grinned, it helped alleviate the aches he could feel all over. Somewhat. He gestured vaguely at the door. "Is she...Chloe, is she your mother then?" the two of them were some of the friendliest Belters he'd met so far. The ones on the other end of the scale would happily lynch you.
     
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    She glanced down at the screen, frowning at the message that was displayed. Clearly, Diarmuid's accent was giving the device some trouble. She smacked the side of the terminal, scowling.

    The display flickered.

    Her head tilted back in frustration and she groaned.

    She quickly unbuckled the small bracer that she had made and slipped the device from her arm, handing it over to Diarmuid. The words on the screen were a jumbled mess.

    >> Where did yearn billed stuff like hat

    >> Is she Chloe is she your mot herd hen


    Sparrow looked at Diarmuid in an accusatory fashion, as if it was clearly his fault that the program was struggling to translate. Her hand moved up to the her temple, twisting in the motion that she had just taught him was a question.

    What?
     
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    Sparrow’s smile was replaced by another frown as she looked down at her device. She scowled and gave it a clatter, opting for a more hands on approach. The display flickered but the text didn’t change. Groaning, she detached the bracer from her arm and handed it to him, making it clear he should read.


    Her eyes said it all. She’d doublechecked the device and was certain her own mechanical knowledge wasn’t at fault. Diarmuid was the anomaly here. He didn’t even need the accompanying hand gesture to know what she was asking.


    He made a distinct effort now, even going so far as to mimic the voice that the device chose. “”How did you learn...to build stuff like that?” he indicated the device for emphasis, his hands going wide, palm upwards. Taking another breath, “Chloe? She’s your mother?” he gave up sign language here, just resorting to vague gestures.
     
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    Sparrow watched Diarmuid's movements closely, then she gave a nod in understanding. It wasn't exactly common for people to know sign language, so she had gotten rather good at interpreting over the years. The art was far from perfected, but it was decent enough that she could get by in a basic conversation.

    Diarmuid was at least trying, even if he was trying to use a tone of voice that she couldn't understand.

    The first question, she reached over to take the device back from the man and she quickly typed out a response -- though she made sure that everything was spelled correctly this time. Her purple hair fell into her face as she leaned over the hand terminal and she huffed at her bangs, blowing them out of her eyes for just a few moments. When they promptly fell back into place, she irritably tried to tuck the wayward locks of hair behind her ear. In just a matter of seconds, they had fallen back into her eyes. A losing battle it would seem.

    "A little bit of school and lots of self-study on the network."
    The translation device chirped with an utter lack of enthusiasm.

    For the second question, she decided to take a different approach. She moved around on the small bed so that she was seated directly across from Diarmuid, instead of next to him with her legs tucked underneath herself.

    She shook her head once, then held up her right hand. Her index and middle fingers tapped against her thumb in a pincer-like fashion. She shook her head again to emphasize the point of the gesture.

    After that, she picked up the device and typed in a single word, "Mother". Fully opening her hand, she tapped her thumb against her chin.

    Mother.

    The young belter smiled brightly the Diarmuid then typed onto her keypad. "Chloe is not my biological mother. She practically raised me though."

    It annoyed her how poorly the program would convey the emotion behind her words. Chloe had taken care of her for the past eight years. She'd paid for her education and given her a place to live. Without Chloe, she'd still be living on the streets and struggling to even communicate the simplest of things.

    Hawk would have scolded her for trying to teach sign language to the Inner, but she hadn't grown up with the same prejudices as most Belters. She had spent so many years alone, and unable to interact with others. Now, she made every effort to do so when she had the chance.
     
  15. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

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    Sparrow was muddling through the conversation with Diarmuid by a mixture of lip reading, guesswork, and the mangled translation attempts that her device could manage. She typed furiously again and her device spoke with a depressing monotone, clearly not enthused with the subject it had to cover. Bored by the question, she shifted her position on the bed to face him so he could see her better.

    The Belter repeated a few simple gestures, clearly for his benefit. He watched her carefully, repeating the gestures as she did them. But the mention of Chloe had her expression light up with a big smile. Sparrow typed and the normal delay of a couple of seconds came before the voice spoke up. It made sense, Chloe would have to have started pretty young for Sparrow to be hers.

    He repeated the gesture that she'd shown him for mother. "How did you meet her?" this was accompanied by his own ham fisted attempts at signing. "Do you work for her now?"
     
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    Sparrow smiled and then nodded. After a moment she paused, then raised her hand holding it in a fist with her thumb pressed against the side of her hand and moved her wrist in an up and down fashion. The sign looked to mimic a nod.

    Yes.

    She was rather pleased that Diarmuid seemed interested in learning to communicate with her. Most people she came across couldn't be bothered to interact with her. It was refreshing.

    The first question was much easier to answer with her hand terminal, so she fell back to that. Taking her time and making sure that everything she typed out was spelled correctly.

    "She found me in Ceres when I was sick with pneumonia. Got me back up on my feet and brought me back to Io when she figured out that I didn't have anyone on Ceres."
     
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    Diarmuid copied the action she'd made and then just for good measure, he repeated the three other ones she'd shown him. The young Belter seemed to enjoy showing him the signs. It was more difficult to communicate with Sparrow but not impossible. It just took a little patience and guesswork.

    Pneumonia. A trivial concern anywhere on Earth that didn't rely on Basic. Even in the slums you probably would be fine depending on the climate. But it could be a death sentence in the Belt where even minor medical ailments could take unexpected turns. "That was good of her" he said carefully, it was obvious the girl adored Chloe. He'd heard similar tales back on Earth. You were always going to be grateful to the one who gave you a second chance in life. He didn't press as to why she had no one on Ceres. He could make a good guess.

    "So you work for her now? Did she send you to inject me today?" he wasn't even sure what time it was, it all seemed relative in the Belt. Adjusting to the lack of sunlight was the hardest.
     
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    She drummed her fingers against her bottom lip in thought, considering her answer for a few moments.

    After a moment, she shook her head a few times and typed out a message on her hand terminal, chewing at her bottom lip with a furrowed brow. She wasn't sure if Chloe would want her to tell the man too many details, so she opted for a safe answer.

    "A friend called her and asked for her help with something. She left me in charge of the clinic while she's gone. Did you need her for something?"
    The device intoned in the plucky, yet emotionless voice.
     
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    Sparrow’s reply was helpful and vague. It gave away nothing, the safe response. She even had the advantage of needing time to think based on their previous troubles with interaction. Diarmuid didn’t bother pushing, she wasn’t going to let something slip. Not when she had to doublethink everything before typing it out.


    “No, nothing. Was just curious” he brushed off the question like it was of little concern. “So you’re a doctor then? A nurse? Who owns the clinic? Who’s it for?” maybe she’d open up a little on that front. He'd have imagined a Belt infirmary to consist of witchcraft and amputations.
     
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    Her head shook a few times the question after she read out the display that popped up on her hand terminal, laughing at the question.

    She gave the sign for 'no', tapping her index and middle finger against her thumb as she grinned up at Diarmuid. While she could perform many of the jobs in the clinic, she still had a lot to learn.

    The young woman gave a belter shrug before she typed out her next response.

    "Chloe owns the clinic. It's open to people who need help."
    The device replied after a brief pause. "I just sort of help."

    There was a loud from the front of the clinic and one of the guards from the bar stormed into the room a few moments later. The door slammed shut behind him. Sparrow jumped and dropped her hand terminal, since she hadn't put it back into the carrier that was affixed to her arm yet, the device clattering noisily to the floor.

    It was Hawk.

    The tall belter turned towards them when he heard the sound of the device hit the ground and threw a hand out towards them. "Sparrow? What are you doing, girl?" He started to raise his voice, but stopped when he remembered who he was talking to. Irritated, he started to sign to her, though his expression made it clear that he was not happy. "Why are you with that filthy Inner?"

    Sparrow glanced apologetically to Diarmuid and quickly signed back to Hawk.

    "Don't be so rude." She scolded him, shaking her head as she hopped down from the medical bed to pick up her hand terminal.
     
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