<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a<em>mess</em><br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Comms Array<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah<br/><br/><hr/>Sarah looked a little uncomfortable at the question and, now that Mai thought about it, maybe it wasn’t exactly the best question to go with. But for fuck’s sake they were a bunch of convicts on a space ship in the middle of nowhere with little to no memory. What<em>else</em>did they have to talk about? Regardless of her comfort, Sarah answered the question: embezzlement and…<br/><br/><em>The Security Guy pulled the strap on The Traitor until she was secured tightly on the fancy chair. The Traitor (https://i.imgur.com/vBTF1lg.png)'s eyes were burning at an incredible intensity. Mai (https://i.imgur.com/WFV5PwE.png) sighed as she sat down across from her. “'Your eyes are full of hate, Forty One,”  Mai said, quoting from one of their shared favorite films hoping that it would ease the tension. Silence. “'That's good. Hate keeps a woman alive. It gives her strength.'" <br/><br/>“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty?” The Traitor said, keeping that hate. “Then you can go fuck yourself now and save yourself the trouble.” <br/><br/>“There aren’t a lot of rules to The Game,” Mai said as if The Traitor hadn’t spoken. “But you have to know that whether it was one percent, ten percent, or a hundred percent I had to do something.” The Traitor was silent. “Come on. We’ve been together…” <br/><br/>A slap went across the cheek so hard the noise rang in Mai’s ears. She suppressed a flinch as she saw The Protege (https://i.imgur.com/5WffWDv.jpg), a girl who looked barely out of high school if that, smiling gleefully as The Traitor cried out in pain. “You’re too gentle on her, Mistress” The Protege said. “Just leave her with me. I’ll make sure she tells us what we need to know.” <br/><br/>“I told you where the money is,” The Traitor said.<br/><br/>“You didn’t do this by yourself,” Mai said. “Just tell us who you did it for…” Mai didn’t even notice The Protege take out the Wingman revolver until she had it pointed at The Traitor. “Zhao! What…”<br/><br/>The Traitor laughed. “What is this? Good Cop and Stupid Cop? If you think I…” <br/><br/>BANG!!!!</em><br/><br/>“...So you seem like you're remembering some things," Sarah said.<br/><br/>“<strong>Nǐtā mā de zuòle shénme?!</strong>” Mai shouted, her face twisted in shock and anger. In a moment she was back onboard PHI-828 and looking at a girl with colorful hair holding a pouch of tools out at her. "Sorry," she said in English. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples for a moment before she tried to focus on her task.<br/><br/>“I am remembering stuff but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t know about you but I’m starting to think that there were some parts of my life I’d rather forget.” On some level, Mai didn’t just think that. She<em>knew</em>that. Mai got on her knees next to Sarah. There wasn’t much light in there but she lucked out because there was a little flashlight in the small toolkit. How nice of them. Was this one of the ‘surprises’ her benefactors had left for her? Or was it just good luck? “Just hold this for me, would you? Shine it in there.” Mai moved her hands around and saw that the comm array had been modified. She started looking at the various wires and chips as Sarah shined light in.<br/><br/>“The Branom induced amnesia can last a good long while. Even with a reversal not all memories are guaranteed to come back. On the other hand, for some people just being exposed to the right stimuli can bring memories back in bits and pieces based on that stimuli. Get tossed a ball you might remember a football game you once went to, things like that. It's also not controllable or planned for. It just happens, without warning.” Mai examined the sender portion of the array. “Well they gutted the sender portion of the array and did it well. The outgoing traffic is limited and hardwired to a certain number of presets. I don’t know if I can fix it.” Of course knowing exactly she did and didn’t know about comm technology would have helped her diagnose the problem better.<br/><br/>“Of course, the effectiveness of memory returning can vary wildly from person-to-person…”<em>And if you have the right training beforehand it can return quickly and with a better success rate.</em>Mai thought that last part but decided not to say it out loud. “I guess I’m the ‘lucky’ one of the gang.” She looked at the receiver portion of the array. “Can you shine the light this way? Let’s take a look at this receiver.”