To Match the Log on 4/17

[complicatedcop]

There was the click of something in her meatsuit pocket as she came in.

The security cameras in the brig recorded an entirely different conversation as they were hacked by the device in her pocket. It was an amazing false simulation, created from just a few snippets of Azula's talk and countenance from her fight on Obs. She really did have a magnificent flair for creating certain things to engender certain reactions and that wasn't limited to her own acting. Writing a convincing part for a simulation was just another part to play, and imagining the princess's possible reactions was child's play.

"Zam" pulled up a chair to Azula's cell and sat on it.

"I've overridden the security cameras with images of a false conversation between the two of us," the woman said in clipped tones. "I only was able to make up several minutes of the simulation, however, and that means we cannot talk long while unseen by the ship's security force. You have something I want, and I can give you several things you want. I would like to make a deal."

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[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Now this...was something new.

This was no hallucination deriding her. No sickly sweet bleeding heart trying to fix her. No Doctor hoping to pick her apart.

This was something she understood. This felt all too real.

Her eyes focused on the newcomer and she slowly sat up. "I'm listening."