I-235-Oliver: Spanial, Control (Hyperspace to Nonoop)

She unlocks her chair from its forward-facing position and swings around to face him, “Well, I know they don’t have an Overlord, they’re ruled by some group called the Parliament.

“Their Legion Navy is called the Space Militia and the security I saw at Gateway is called the Ground Militia.

“Their tech feels,” she pauses for a second, searching for a descriptor, “kind of bulky compared to ours.

“Where we’d call each other ‘Mer’ they refer to us as ‘Stranger’, though they tend to use our titles when they know them, to be polite.  I got called ‘Executive Officer Senth’ a lot.  They refer to each other as ‘Elector’.”

She does not add what Oliver would know, which is that to a Dominion Mer, an un-titled Separatist would be referred to as ‘Ax’ in the Dominion context.   

“What else…,” she thinks out loud, “Oh, you go to Newerth Highport Starside – from our side the place is full of Legion and Bureaucrats – Trade Bureau all over the place, lots of blue and black uniforms and only a few independent spacers like me.  But, go to Gateway, other than the Ground Militia, they’re all civvies.  Even their government people feel like private Mers and you have to ask who’s who.”

She holds up her silver tag, “no tags either.  I’m not sure that golden ticket of yours will mean much.”  

(For the avoidance of doubt, there’s no rancour in Jennie’s tone when she comments on Oliver’s Forerunner status.)