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| ~Twilight~ | Feb 27 2014, 08:47 PM Post #111 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Sorry for the delay Twilight's gaze wandered across the hangar as he walked through it toward the back of the line, he was looking for a certain redhead that he hoped to be here, someone he hadn't met in a long time but was someone he had thought of as a friend. Mostly due to her being a friend of Omega-Alpha, but from their conversations they also seemed to have a lot in common, something which to Twilight was rare indeed. As he wandered he overheard the shouting from the prisoner that had taken care of the injured after the Hydralisk attack, apparently the Raynor's Raiders didn't cooperate too well with getting the prisoners the medical aid they required. Twilight stopped for a moment, the moral code he'd constructed for himself and followed for years now almost making him act without consideration. But then he simply continued walking as his gaze wandered on. Even if he was able to concentrate enough to release light energy in the right radiation frequency to aid the wounded, he had little enough of it as it was and he generated far too little of it to use frivolously right now. And though he didn't directly think it, a part of him despised the idea of sacrificing more of himself for humans... It was about then that he heard a familiar voice shout "Aha!", this caught Twilights attention and as his gaze shifted further up the hangar he saw Grace pointing straight at a redheaded woman, too far away to make up for certain, but Twilight had no doubts about who it was. Though he didn't hear what unfolded after that, he was surprised that Grace seemed to know Jenosa and even hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Most unexpected. Either way, Twilight was very happy to finally see one of his few friends again after his rather torturous ordeal. Twilight moved toward the gathered Hunters + Grace as fast as he could without straining his still damaged leg, which was to say a paced walk, at which point something occurred to him. It had been quite a long time since they had met, and though it wasn't as large a difference as his first mutation, after his capture he wasn't sure she'd recognize him... For some reason this scared him a bit, which in itself was surprising to him, in fact he had a jumble of emotions he normally didn't encounter going around in his head at that moment. Finally reaching the group of Hunters, Twilight stood a few meters away, not wanting to interrupt what was going on but also being afraid of what could happen. As such it took him a minute to remove the hood hiding his 'face'. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 7 2014, 09:43 AM Post #112 |
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Jenosa made a bemused blink in response to Grace's accusational pointing, and before she could comprehend anything, the very person that had killed her was running over to greet her utter jubilation. It had been the very last scenario that she had been expecting to be confronted with on the hanger. Or certainly the most unexpected. "Wait, wha - Hey! No! Grace, back off, stay, heel, now, don't you dar - URF!" This, and her drawing her Gemini handgun upon reflex, really didn't seem to stop Grace. On the contrary, it made the whole event that much more awkward for her. Staggering from the tackle, she tried in vain to squirm out Grace's breath wrenching bear hug, all the while making a childish face of disgust, as if she'd get the coodies, with every kiss planted on her. And during all of this, her handgun remained firmly shoved into Grace's gut with, embarrassingly, no helpful effects. "Yeah glad to see you too, Grace," Jenosa struggled to say sarcastically, "Happy to be alive and all. Embarrassingly alive, actually. Painfully even. Now. Can you. Get. Off." She gasped for breath, and shoved her Gemini handgun back into its holster. She glared at Grace, "Seriously, how the hell are you here?" Before that question could be answered, she felt a familiar tingle along her spine, whipped around to see Twilight. Although it had been an extraordinarily long time, it was pretty hard to forget Twilight's face. "You!?. You and Grace can't be mysteriously here by coincidence. Are you responsible for bringing this crazed Harem into my face?" Things were becoming much more complicated than she had expected. -------------------------- "What's going on here private?" came a familiar texan voice from behind the man that Steinmen was arguing with. The crewmember turned around to see their leader, Jim Raynor, who was out of his armor and in his usual clothing. Even without his suit, the man was husky to a degree, if not well built overall, wearing clothes that seemed dirty if not ragtag to a degree. His white shirt and navy jeans all seemed to have some accessories on them, from a few belt buckles, to even a metal kneecap on the right. He even wore a pair of black, leather gauntlents. Despite all of this, or in spite of this, he gave off the look that he was, in fact, the man in charge of the Raynor's Raiders. And it was not that of a condensending one either; he held the eyes of a good man, and one might see they even see a heart of gold someone. The crewmen stammered a bit, and explained, "We've got that prison ship here, and it seems some of them are desperate for medical attention. I was just explaining to them that we're all a bit stretched in already dealing with one crew." "Be that as it may," Raynor replied, "I'm not gonna shirk responsibility even if they are criminals. Go grab one or two medical personal, see if you can also round up anyone from the other ships that at least have some medical degree, and bring them. At the very least stabilize the people you have to." He then looked at the guard, if not accusingly. "That said, I find it odd - nothing against you - he briefly pointed to Steinmen - that a prisoner is the one doing the medical negotiating. I know that these may not be upstanding citizens here we're talking, but isn't there point to keeping them alive. And not the ugly kind either." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 21 2014, 07:25 AM Post #113 |
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"What am I doing here?" Grace laughed and tugged on her orange jumpsuit, as if they hadn't yet noticed her fashion choices. "I'm with the convicts. I'm right where I'm supposed to be. What are you doing here? No, you know what? Don't even answer that, you people pop up everywhere. I can't even order a pizza without this D-bag hearing about it." She pointed at Travis and gave him a sly grin. She didn't know how Jenosa was still alive, and quite frankly she didn't care. She'd been hearing rumors for months, whenever Nick Scanlan or Ronnie Black would come and visit her in prison (Jimmy never visited her, of course). With Ronnie, she usually brushed off his stories as the ramblings of a paranoid, drug-and-booze-addled mind. But Nick claimed to have actually seen Jenosa face to face, and as big of an Alpha Male Marine Corps Asshole that he was, he wasn't known for making shit up. Sure, he might have told a fish tale every now and then, but if he said Jenosa Arma was alive, then that meant that Jenosa Arma was alive. But Grace didn't question it. She'd seen more than her fair share of outlandish things in her life, and there was clearly way more going on with Jenosa then met the eye. Grace had witnessed that firsthand on G79. "A better question would be why are you here and not lying naked on a tropical beach somewhere far, far away from this kind of bullshit? Cause, you know, that's exactly where I would be if I'd just cheated death. Hell, that's where I plan to be once I walk out of prison. "And you!" She stuck her finger right in Travis's face. "Why are you not making sweet love to this woman right this very moment? Do you have a good reason? "Look, whatever," she went on without giving anyone an chance to answer. "The important thing is Jenosa's alive and I'm going free. I mean, you know, assuming we all survive this mess." Grace smiled, trying and failing to get everyone to laugh along with her. But as upbeat as she was, her mood suddenly shifted when she happened to make eye contact with Twilight. She fell silent, her grin melted away, and the color drained from her face, no easy feat. It was as if someone had turned down the volume on her - and likely granting everyone's wish in the process. Sadly, it didn't last, and she regained her composure and all her effervescence in just a few seconds, but the change was noticeable. She even managed a weak smile at Twilight, as if to say no hard feelings but you still scare the shit out of me. "So... what's the plan?" .................. "I'm doing the negotiating because I am a medical doctor," Steinman spat back at Raynor. Even though he was about a foot shorter than this brigand and had at least twenty years on him, he puffed up his chest and summoned every bit of confidence and superiority that came with his profession. "This is a medical emergency. That means I'm in charge." As the medics arrived, Steinman led them and Raynor into the ship, allowing them to fully survey the carnage. Out of a crew of twenty, six guards were left standing: Torres, McLowry, Murphy, Pulaski, Delfino, and Dimitroff. Samuels, Wong, and Gomez were among those severely injured and clinging to life. The rest were all dead, including the Lieutenant. In fact, it was precisely this lack of authority that left the doctor as the de facto leader of this group. Among the prisoners, a similar casualty rate had been inflicted. Only about half of them had made it off the Claymore. The survivors, most of them female, were piled into first class. A handful of them - those that the remaining guards had deemed the most trustworthy - stood at parade rest around the cabin with tasers tucked into their waistbands. Back in coach, there were about a dozen more along with the three wounded guards in what had become a makeshift medical bay, and their injuries were gruesome indeed. "We still don't know how any of this happened," Steinman said. "But it's pretty clear we're not in Kansas anymore, that's for damn sure." He waited a bit to see if Raynor understood the saying. At this point, he couldn't be certain. "We're prisoners from the Galactic Federation. I don't know if that means anything to you, but given the fact that you're human, it should mean something to you that I myself am from Planet Earth. Exactly what that means... well I think that'll go a long way towards telling us just what the hell is going on here." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Mar 25 2014, 10:33 AM Post #114 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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The medical examination of Travis' person occurred at the same time Raynor's medical personnel began to remove the gunk from his armor. They had burned it away using a blowtorch of some kind, and shoved the residue into a small but heavily secured ... "cryobox" (it was the only descriptor Travis had, short of the objects real name) that read "CAUTION: ZERG BIO-MATTER" before shuffling it off under heavy containment. Thankfully, his armor proved untouched, and the rest of his ensemble (including under-armor and himself) proved just as pure and he received a clean bill of health, in addition to a welcome aboard the Hyperion. The medics had seemed to almost enjoy themselves as they poked and prodded at Travis; then again, it may just be that these women enjoyed poking fun at him. "Uh... thank you, ladies." Travis replied as they two women smiled at him, amused at his uneven demeanor even as he finally placed his helmet back on his head. Sweet, sweet concealment of face and emotions. "Um, so am I clear to go back to the hangar...?" "Yes you are." Came the smooth voice of one medic. It was almost sensual. "Just be careful to stay out of the way, um.... Tracy?" "Travis," Travis gently corrected. "And I will, thank you." ------ As Travis walked down the hall past crew shuffling the heavily wounded on gurneys back to the medical bay (Including poor Captain Voree), he couldn't but marvel at this ship. Although it clearly was not as advanced as anything used by the Galactic Federation (Maybe two centuries behind their tech at the least), the genuine mechanical ingenuity that went into this vessel impressed Travis. From the size he had gleaned on the outside, the Hyperion had to at least have the ability to support over a thousand crew; and if he could guess probably more than that. Travis had overheard the men and even the medics at the barracks mentioning the commanding officer of ship; Surely, somebody who Captain Matt Horner answered to. He was a man whom everybody seemed to speak highly of, named Raynor. It wasn't much of a stretch to say that Travis and the entire surviving crew of the Claymore and the rag-tag band of bounty hunters owed this man their lives, to say the least. Of course, this didn't change the other variable he had overheard, recalling it vividly now that he wasn't running around from freakish xenos. Apparently, another vessel from their ...universe?... had managed to get itself into a similar sticky situation with the Zerg. Still, if Raynor's men had easily fought off the Zerg, he was sure- Travis paused as he rounded the corner into the hangar and was immediately met with the last face he wanted to see. Oh no. No. NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! She was here...? Of all the places in time and space, that insufferable woman was here...? Of all days today, Travis had to run into her...? (Lord, I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry...) There, now apparently clinging to Jenosa Arma like an unwanted hungry cat, was the one woman who never ceased to get on his nerves. She had many names, but she preferred one: Grace. (Really, Lord, I don't what I did; but WHY would she be here?) He thought to himself with dread as she greeted him with a tone that he couldn't decide was cunning or flirtatious. "Grace." Travis managed to rasp flatly in acknowledgement. Though the polarized visor would conceal the flat, irate brows beneath them unless peering directly in from their surface. This woman was very much Travis' opposite; where he was reserved and disciplined, Grace seemed very much loose and chaotic. The trip to Ragnar had been irritating enough, even as she insisted that he somehow behaved more like an action hero in a comic book. He recalled now how vividly he was loathing the task, how much every irritating insult and jab she tried to come up with tested the limits of his patience and gave him newfound respect for the concept of restaint; it was all that kept Travis from simply shooting her out the airlock. He recalled how much he relished delivering her into the custody of Federation agents and picking up the bounty, able to wash his hands of her for a good while, happy to know she would never steal another life outside Ragnar's orbit. Which was why, as she continued to babble on between him and Jenosa, Travis was fighting every urge to use his stunner to just render this cunning femme fatale silent. Grace's remarks about him not being naked on a beach somewhere having "relations" with Jenosa only further grated his nerves. Travis gave a sharp sigh as he steeled himself to reply to her. "First of all... you aren't going anywhere. Not yet." Travis replied with all the courtesy of a growling bulldog. "Second, IF you are going anywhere at all, I leave at Jenosa's mercy. You know, if she's itching to return the favor, I don't necessarily blame her; you did kind of stab her to death, Grace. "Now.... as for the details? I just want to make sure everyone made it aboard right now and see what is going on, okay Grace...? We just spent the last hour or two slogging around in a nightmarish hell that would make your skin crawl; literally, if what we saw holds true." He nodded to Jenosa briefly before returning his gaze to the convict. "So Grace, do as your told and don't try to slip out, okay?" Travis feigned a smile to go with the loaded request he had made, although he knew that she couldn't see his face. His tone had been polite - albeit barely. He was truly not in the mood to deal with her antics; not now. Travis sighed as he gazed around at the other gathered hunters. "I take it you all came out with a clean bill of health as well?" |
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| ~Alissa~ | Mar 26 2014, 01:30 PM Post #115 |
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Alissa stood without her armor looking eye to eye with a very determined medic. “You may not” Alissa stated flatly “We need a blood sample to be sure, the scan sh-” returned the medic “I’ve explained what the scan has shown, I’ve already provided more than I am comfortable with” Alissa’s dislike of medical professionals was beginning to “what you saw on your scans is part of why I am certain I am uninfected” she looked to the needle the medic held then back to the medic “the scan was sufficient for my colleges it will be sufficient for me” And with that Alissa stood up and dressed before storming out of the med bay. All of her equipment, her armor, her weapons, her ship had all proven to be free of Zerg contamination; the logic that as her suit was sealed it was unlikely that she would be if the contamination had never made it into the suit. Add to that the billions of tiny machines which would have swarmed even the smallest bit of intrusion, Alissa was sure she was fine. Granted it was those same machines that had confused the medics in the first place, Alissa found their curiosity suspicious even if it wasn’t. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- It took a bit longer for her than some of the others but Alissa strode out onto the hanger deck once more and spotted the rest of the group making her way toward them. She reached for her pistol when she saw Grace who had appeared to have attempted to attach herself to Jenossa, though the presence of Travis meant it was unlikely anything bad would happen. Grace was talking when Alissa joined the group, which wasn’t surprising "The important thing is Jenosa's alive and I'm going free. I mean, you know, assuming we all survive this mess." “Doesn’t attempted murder carry a prison sentence as well?” Alissa pointed out quietly, though still agitated from her experience in the med bay. Travis’ question brought Alissa’s mind back to the experience. "I take it you all came out with a clean bill of health as well?" “They were confused by my” Alissa paused looking toward Grace. While Travis and Jenossa knew the truth of Alissa’s nature it was not an open secret. “physiology, however there is no infestation.” |
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| ~Twilight~ | Apr 4 2014, 10:05 AM Post #116 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Really sorry about the delay, worst writers block in a while... Also sorry for the crappy quality of this post, had to force it a bit. Drew this image a while ago now, hoped it would illustrate Twilights rather shabby looking appearance. http://exiletwilight.deviantart.com/art/Broken-Twilight-438900668 "You!?. You and Grace can't be mysteriously here by coincidence. Are you responsible for bringing this crazed Harem into my face?" That was... Not the way Twilight had expected to be greeted by Jenosa, the words seemed almost accusatory, though he couldn't understand why she'd react in that way, had he done something that upset her last they met or did she hear of the... massacre... on the station where he'd been locked up? Either way his mood sank immediately, though it wasn't as obvious on his face. Before he could think of what to say in response Grace took the stage again, and what she said confused him. It seemed to imply that Jenosa had escaped death, something he was thankful for if it was the case, but her talk about going free implied Grace had something to do with it... Twilight wanted to ask what this was about, but he was hesitant to get involved just yet. Once Travis got involved things quickly became clear however, well at least a lot clearer... At some point Grace had killed Jenosa, but yet the woman was here in front of him... Was it a clone? Or had they somehow resuscitated her? Could one truly be called dead if they could be revived? Twilight did not exactly have the qualities to engage in such philosophical debates, but he knew that he'd like to hear Graces explanation for it later. He was honestly surprised he was so calm about it all, perhaps it was because he could see Jenosa in front of him and knew she was alive that kept him from wanting to harm her 'killer'. Twilight was taken out of these thoughts when Travis asked if everyone had come out with a "clean bill of health", to which Alissa responded in a curious way. There was definitely something special about the woman, but Twilight didn't know in what way. "I've yet to have my... Examination... But given my physiology is not carbon-based, I am certain there is nothing to worry about." Twilight said in response, before looking to Jenosa. "Nice to see you too..." |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 12 2014, 01:41 PM Post #117 |
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Clockwork Master
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Despite Jenosa's given mistrust of Grace, she actually couldn't help but burst out laughing in response to the woman's more 'lighthearted' comments. "Oohh, how I'd love to be at the beach right now, kicking back and having a few martinis. But alas, I seem to have the knack for taking high end jobs that I really shouldn't be touching." And that's when Travis ended up souring her mood. It wasn't his fault, given what the history she knew between them as well as well as what occurred back on that desert planet. But at the same time, it wasn't so much his voice than his body language that brought about the reminder of what they had recently gone through. A situation that, quite frankly, was now in the past and didn't want to be reminded of. After Travis's rant, she muttered to Grace, "We've had a bad day. And as attractive as either of us might be, I don't think Travis swings my way." Aftwards, the mood began to settle as more idle chitchat started to occur as Travis struck up a more friendlier conversation with how everyone's check up was going. "Mine was almost pretty much the same as Alissa's," Jenosa said, with a role of her eyes, "except I had warned them in advance that I'm not entirely...what they think I would be. Didn't seem to help much though, and I deeply suspect." She then looked at Travis, "And Travis, don't you know it's rude to hide your face under such social circumstances. I mean really, everyone else here isn't, even Alissa and creepy-but-friendly over there - she pointed to Twilight - aren't. So c'mon, take it off before I try to rip if off you in my 'sister's' style." -------------- Raynor decided to come along side the requested med crew just to see what kind of state this prison should was in; especially considering they had a convicted doctor who's attitude he didn't exactly enjoy. At the moment, he had a dozen guesses at the moment of what this man was tried for, half of which revolved around his 'bedside manners'. Irregardless though, it didn't take him long for him to figure out why the hierarchy of leadership had been turned on it's head. The whole 'crew' - which included the convicts - appeared to be going on a tenuously, unified ragtag survival. If it hadn't been for the bizarre situation they were all in, he suspected the security team - or what was left of it - would have had it's hands full. And for what it was worthy, Jim was actually be happy enough to help. He himself had actually been an outlaw in his older days along with his buddy Tychus, mainly stealing from the corrupt, Confederate coffers to keep themselves afloat. And he generally kept to a no-civilian casualty rule during then, so he knew it was entirely possible that some of the convicts here weren't ruthless, cold blood killers. Plus, most of the remaining prisoners were female, which normally weren't as volatile as their male counterparts. That, and if they could get the crew from grim to stable, he knew Tychus would have a field day with the ladies. Still, if they so much as start causing him trouble afterward with his own ragtag band of raiders, he'd drop them off at Dead Man's port faster than they could say 'Sorry'. Jim nodded in response to Steinmen, although he made a confused look when the man spoke about this 'Galactic Federation' government. "Well, I can definitely tell you my ancestors came from Earth, and that's very far away from where we are. But trust me when I say I don't recall there ever being a 'Galactic Federation.' A United Earth Directorate, yeah, but they've been booted out of Korpulu sector for a long time." "Nope, closest and largest government you're going to find here is the Dominion. And I get the distinct feeling they're the last people you want to see." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Apr 12 2014, 02:09 PM Post #118 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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She was not going to even give him the peace of preventing Grace from meeting his eyes, was she...? (WHY? Ugh, fine...) Travis thought to himself, sighing a bit but complying no less even though it was clear he was slightly irritated to do so. He reached up, tapped a button on the wrist interface to undo the mechanism, and with a small flash the helmet literally phased away around his face. "Sorry, where are my manners? I seem to have temporarily forgotten those." Travis replied back with a touch of irritation, careful to control the desire to form an insult on the tip of his tongue; There was no need for that, not here and certainly not now. "Anyhow... I suspect you are right, if my own was any indicator. Seems to me Raynor's folks spare no caution. Then again..." He let that thought trail off. Everyone had seen them; the "infested", as he had heard Raynor's people call them. The zerg were monstrous enough, but to see the dead and infected literally turned on them was likely gnawing at them all in private. So, Travis did not further the line of conversation. This, as he clearly did his best not to meet Grace's eyes, nor give her any indicator that he was not comfortable to even be remotely near her. Indeed, suddenly Travis' demeanor became stoic, almost mechanical. (Jenosa, what the heck did I do to you?) He thought to himself, careful to keep his expression neutral to mask the irritation. |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 13 2014, 11:24 AM Post #119 |
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(OOC: Quickie response) Jenosa sighed in response to Travis's 'machoism.' He had missed her point, and she swore the very stoic nature he was taking up was actually making him an open book; but in the worst presentation possible. It doesn't matter how hard one tries to hide their feelings, the moment you act all neutral amongst a group of close comrades, you might as well put up a glowing, neon sign on them that says 'Brooding.' And it in this case, it was plain as day as to what the source was. "Travis," Jenosa said, with a sidelong glance at him, "you know that I know you didn't exactly have the most pleasant of spelunking experiences today. And more over, that the woman of your nightmares is standing only a few meters from you. But really, you amongst friends even if your surrounded by strangers. No one here is going to judge you on your real demeanor." "And anyone who does," she added, "deserves to get socked in the face. Though probably not by you." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Apr 13 2014, 12:05 PM Post #120 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Was it not obvious enough? Travis' face immediately contorted into a frustrated snarl, though it was apparent his rage wasn't directed at anyone present - Grace possibly being the only exception. He sighed heavily. "And I apologize again for not recalling that you tend to be among the most clarivoyant people in our group." He grimaced for a moment, though it was clear that again Jenosa was not the focus of his ire. "So? You want to know, truly, what I am thinking?" Travis strode over into the direction of the hangar exit, staring briefly into the stars. His eyes suddenly seemed very worn and tired as his truest, deepest thoughts came to reach. He shuddered for a moment; it was clear Travis was not in the habit of sharing his private thoughts, even among friends. "What in God's universe happened back there...? Who - what - does that to people??? Sure, they were part of a crew that apparently went rogue, but they didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves what the Zerg did the crew. Even the Zebesians usually don't do something so horrible. He paced back, taking a moment to meet Jenosa's gaze. "So... I am certain you can understand, Jenosa, if between her," - Travis pointed at Grace, with her annoying grin and wisecracks no doubt -"And whatever you and I just went through in that horror show, I have a lot on my mind. He paused, gesturing with his hands. "Oh, I know it had to be done - I've been in situations where I've had to make choices like that before, too. But these were not thugs with guns or Zebesian troopers. These were people, Jenosa. PEOPLE. And even if some of them were begging for death, we killed them. People with joys and sorrows, hopes and dreams just like the rest of us. Travis sighed heavily, narrowing his eyes in seeming remorse in cohesion with his frustration. "Sorry if that seems mighty melodramatic, but you did ask for my thoughts. So I apologize to all of you," - Travis turned and gestured to the rest of the group - "if I seem unsuitable for conversation right now - I had to kill people who did nothing wrong to save myself and Jenosa - even if they were.... monstrous at the time. I have a lot to think about, to say the least." |
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