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𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘾𝙄𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙈𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 | @resolutepath

The Gemini Space Station. A repository of information long abandoned by The Genius Society. Damage to the systems had left the society's information locked behind inaccessible means, the access nodes corrupted. Extensive work would be required to access them, which wasn't any of The Space Pirate's business. The Captain of The Falcon, Trello, had been commissioned to help break into and protect the station while their employer did whatever it was he was doing. Trello never liked to judge... but... Timelords. They were strange folk. Particular. He'd heard what he thought were exaggerations throughout the cosmic whispers, but now that he'd had first-hand experience... he could confirm. They were strange​​​​​​.

"Now," Trello began, "I know you said not to disturb ya, but I mean it— This is worth it. We found this little scamper back in the cargo hold." The Captain spoke as he moved to scan one of the reprogrammed keycards that had been given to him by their employer, "He says he ain't got no one with him, but my boys say they saw some Purple Minx nearby." The Captain informs him as the doors slide open. 

He's being kept in the chair, handcuffed to a control console. A new body, a new face... but that's him. Wearing a blue cotton coat-trailing down to the knees, baggy cargo pants, dusty white sneakers, and a brown waistcoat over a grey T-shirt. His long scarf hanging down at his knees, swept over his crossed legs. The man, with silver hair and bright blue eyes, meets the gaze of the visor employer.

"Oh, and now things start to make sense—" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 grins, "Trello... Do you have any idea who this is?"