[ They might be, but Nathan truly has learned to be forthcoming out of necessity. The ship doesn't keep secrets for long, so Nathan tries not to have them. He even insists that private conversations aren't hacked into despite the expertise to do so, unless it's needed for security reasons and the safety of the entire ship. Nobody would care that Sirius and Remus were meeting up for snuggles but them, for example, but they'd be royally pissed to find out that someone knew about it in an entirely preventable way.
Secrets are never secret forever, and this way Nathan earns credibility as being honest and forthcoming, even about things that others might expect him to be more hesitant to remark on such as his own troubled past. But he's guilty of using sleight of hand too. By all but admitting his belief in his authority without outright stating it, he grants permission to view him as a potential candidate, confident in his own ability to earn support by demonstrating his leadership qualities without outright demanding it. ]
The politics aren't so big a deal really. Everyone here has the same story. It doesn't matter if they were a king of seven kingdoms or a ballet teacher, we were all thrown into this melting pot against our will. As long as you remember that, you'll always have a way to bond with other people, no matter who they are.
[ At the bottom of the stairs the hum is louder, and the warmth of the balcony, of rising heat, is subdued by the cool breeze gusting out of the server room. ]
There's pods enough here for eight people to work. My spot is no different to anyone else's--I don't need much room. [ There was an eerie looking painting of a ruined cityscape behind his pod, one of Isaac Mendez's portraits of the future. ] Then through that door is the server room, where the entire network archive is stored and organised. Every message you ever record, encrypted or otherwise, is tucked away in that room, and if something were to happen to it we'd be back to square one--or at least we woulda been up to the end of last year. There's a backup now. Not of everything, but the important stuff exists in duplicate on a stack of hard drives that I personally protect. If someone tries to erase us like they erased the old crew, they'll have to go through me.
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Secrets are never secret forever, and this way Nathan earns credibility as being honest and forthcoming, even about things that others might expect him to be more hesitant to remark on such as his own troubled past. But he's guilty of using sleight of hand too. By all but admitting his belief in his authority without outright stating it, he grants permission to view him as a potential candidate, confident in his own ability to earn support by demonstrating his leadership qualities without outright demanding it. ]
The politics aren't so big a deal really. Everyone here has the same story. It doesn't matter if they were a king of seven kingdoms or a ballet teacher, we were all thrown into this melting pot against our will. As long as you remember that, you'll always have a way to bond with other people, no matter who they are.
[ At the bottom of the stairs the hum is louder, and the warmth of the balcony, of rising heat, is subdued by the cool breeze gusting out of the server room. ]
There's pods enough here for eight people to work. My spot is no different to anyone else's--I don't need much room. [ There was an eerie looking painting of a ruined cityscape behind his pod, one of Isaac Mendez's portraits of the future. ] Then through that door is the server room, where the entire network archive is stored and organised. Every message you ever record, encrypted or otherwise, is tucked away in that room, and if something were to happen to it we'd be back to square one--or at least we woulda been up to the end of last year. There's a backup now. Not of everything, but the important stuff exists in duplicate on a stack of hard drives that I personally protect. If someone tries to erase us like they erased the old crew, they'll have to go through me.