November laughed. "Oh, sister. You wouldn't make it five minutes in my line of work."

She paused for a minute. "But I guess I wouldn't make it five in yours. Alright, fine. Just don't ask any questions about where I'm getting the juice from, right? What the wizards don't know they won't have to lie about under oath about to the Lord General."

She waved her hand and she and her duplicates cleared out. A few minutes later a servo-skull floated down - blue lens, bone covered with elaborate illuminated text and measurement patterns - trailing a heavy black industrial cable in its jaws. It's not a lot of power - whatever improvised generator the Skitarii have set up isn't giving more than a trickle - but it will run a few systems for a while.

"You Have Mail. Congratulations," clattered the wall-mounted skull. "Multiple members of the Magi have requested urgent meetings. Congratulations. List: Magos Tiefenbronn. Magos Passivity-SEA. Magos ZRK-333. Congratulations! You have mail from non-MECHANICUM personnel," It chatters wildly, spewing out even more white cabling. 

[Data Recovery] 
Sequence 02
10> Goto Sequence 01 20
20> Something is seriously wrong with this system if it is using 10,000 year old terminology. 

"Inquisitor Polla Iconium. Lord-General Krystalis Bonaparte IV. Triarii-Captain Vergil Hawr."

[High Society] The first two of those are real. Inquisitor Iconium is a fire-and-brimstone puritan, close friends with Passivity-SEA. Bad sign if she's involved. The Lord General is probably just looking to scream at someone about delayed shipments, there's nothing valuable to be gained from that conversation. But I haven't the faintest what the Triarii are, or who this Hawr person is.
[Art History] [i]You [/i]wouldn't.
[High Society] Not you again.
[Art History] This is not the sort of thing anyone but a [i]connoisseur [/i]would know. It is deep history, far more meaningful than your ridiculous passing fashions and whose-who mayflies. If you spend a point, perhaps I will educate you.