a rising tide raises all starships
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Max doesn't need anyone to pity him, and he certainly doesn't need anyone to point out his mistakes for him.
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- Part 1 of a rising tide raises all starships
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Sometimes, your local vicar needs a good yelling-at.
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- Part 2 of a rising tide raises all starships
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Personal-Business Synergistic Integrity by forgetcanon
Fandoms: The Outer Worlds (Video Game)
18 Nov 2019
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She glanced at the contracts, and her smile faltered. "Oh, those are- those are actually for us."
Sanjar suppressed a frown- always say yes to a client. Preferably, yes, and. "Yes, of course. An off-the-books interaction like this would be, frankly, quite unethical! A non-disclosure agreement and a contract for personal-business synergistic integrity is standard."
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- Part 3 of a rising tide raises all starships
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“Max,” Maisie said, from the foot of the bunk- a place she’d learned to wake him from, the hard way. Too far away by far. When he reached for her, she shuffled up, and the squeeze of her embrace and the warm glow of the MSI lanterns were reminders that he was alive and in one piece, not… not there.
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- Part 4 of a rising tide raises all starships
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When he was sixteen, assigned his first set of OSI garments, he had spent more time than he could care to admit walking back and forth, to and from his quarters- past the clear glass-paned entrance. It was the one good place in the compound where someone could get a glimpse of their own reflection.
He walked straighter, he thought. Or, he should walk straighter, like the vicars and bishops who taught him. Shoulders even, the long skirt of the cossack making even his lanky form graceful, dignified.
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- Part 5 of a rising tide raises all starships
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Half an hour after dinner, Max finally requested entrance to her quarters. Maisie granted it and smiled up at him as though it was a normal evening.
"Ah," he said. "Playing hard to get, tonight?"
Maisie sighed and tossed her book gently onto the couch cushion. "I miss the days when you couldn't read me and just interpreted my every move as thinly veiled hostility."
"That makes one of us." His gaze lingered on the desk, where the red tissue paper was folded neatly. "I assume you found my gift satisfactory?"
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- Part 6 of a rising tide raises all starships