video ☣ fleetwide

[gunslinger]

Who: Jr. & you!
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva!
When: nowiiiish

[ If the communicator enjoys being on when someone's still waking up, it's in for the usual wtfery treat, and the deceptively boyish voice of this little dude isn't going to soften the language any. He awakens quickly, knocking the communicator right onto the floor in his hurry to jump up, the visual now of the ceiling. ]

What the hell?! Where—

[ There's some shuffling and then hurried clacks of boots darting across the room (checking out that window) and then quietly lingering near some of the video screens. Angry yes, but he wants to figure out what's going on before he panics. It's only a minute or two with muffled sounds in the backgrounds before he runs off to explore, can you blame him? It's another ten minutes before a distant: ]

Sons of bitches!

[ is released off-screen, and those clacking steps close back in with surprising speed, the communicator jarring around so his face can come into view, and it's not a happy face (but still a kid's face). Not enough info, and he can't find anyone who has real answers. ]

Hey! Where are my guns?! Atromos! You another Testament?! You watching in your crystal ball, and you want a show?! [ Literally shouted like this is NOTHING NEW to him, despite his angrypants. ] You think I care? Can't even lock me up for real? You're either lazy or cocky!

[ Good luck even getting a word in, friends, as he's off destroying as much as he can. If something can be knocked onto the floor, it's gonna be. If he can grab it and smash it, he's gonna. If a telekinetic blast can slam it into a wall, then bam. It's not just a rage fit; he wants to piss someone off enough to lure them out for confrontation. Then maybe he'll get somewhere. ]

Hey, hey, your ship is a pile of crap. I've seen better ships flushed into Federation scrapyards! Uglier than sin and the charm's kinda lost with this tacky communication gear. It's better off this way, trust me —

[ A few lights shatter in bursts as he walks down a hall, but his tone is actually growing calmer (if sharper). ]

— but if you don't think so, you better come and join the party or tell me where my friends and crew are.

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[gunslinger]

[ ...That was embarrassing for you. No running off crying into space rain for you. ]

What's—

[ What a weirdass reaction. Jr. doesn't know what to think of it, unless the emotional whiplash is supposed to put him off balance (it's working). None of those reactions made sense to this little kidnapped dude. The little thing suddenly latching onto Sad Sir's hand gets a curious perk to his brow. It's kinda cute... ]

What's going on? Is that an observational unit? [ It seriously looks like one. LIKES ONE HE HAS DESTROYED. ] Who are you?

[ ARE YOU ENEMY? Jr. doesn't knoooow, oh god, being this confused makes him hungry. Someone bring him a sandwich. ]

[save_the_souls]

[They can't you destroyed the food dispenser you monster]

[Allen hears Jr., but he takes a moment more to pry Tim off his hand. It was a sharp enough bite to pierce his glove and skin. Who the fuck built this thing to have such an insane bite - oh right a crazy teenage Noah that explains everything. When Tim let's go, he'll hiss a bit more and Allen will glare at him as he cradles his hand] Fine! Fine! I'll talk to him! But don't think you'll be getting any of my dinner tonight!

[NO CIGARETTES EITHER YOU STUPID GOLEM. Either way, he'll look back at the screen. Guess he's stuck.]

Um- sort of. That's Timcanpy, he's my golem.

...I'm Allen Walker. I'm...one of the people who was also taken by the Atroma.

[gunslinger]

[ Noooo! ]

Golem?

[ He can only think of the oldschool definition...but that's not helping him here. Must just be a type of bot here, but holy shit bro get ahold of your bot! Being told he's also kidnapped immediately alters Jr.'s tone, the confrontational aspect easing off into something more...sheepish. ]

Okay, so maybe you can fill me in on what's actually going on? I can't pin down my coordinates... Hell, I can't figure out how to use this communication gear at all to send out a distress signal.

[ Shaking this communicator like THAT WILL SOLVE IT. Is this how Sad Sir Allen Walker got his name? Maybe he was just being a jerk and calling him a junior... Wouldn't actually be the first time. ]

It's practically alien!

[save_the_souls]

It's- [ugh not explaining golem mechanics right now] - It's something from my home world.

[Nailed it. Whatever. Time to go into the explanation, except-]

Stop shaking it! [THAT'S VERY NAUSEATING ON A VIDEO FEED.] We've been taken by Atroma, whoever they are, to be on some sort of...show. In space. No one here really knows much about Atroma at all, they don't respond to us that much.

The technology's likely unfamiliar because we're in a very different part of space than you were before- if not in another universe entirely.

[gunslinger]

[ 'Home world' is a noticeably different term than 'planet'. Another universe, though? He doesn't look like he's really humoring that idea much, despite everything he's seen. Space is huge, it's easier to believe it's just an unexplored galaxy. ]

But the UMN can still be accessed here, can't it? I need to try to open some channels to locate my team, either with this piece of crap or using this ship. Do you know how?

[ He is being rude, none of this stuff is 'crappy', but he'll say it until he dies! Enemies. ]

[save_the_souls]

Ah- no, sorry. I'm afraid that unless it's medical equipment, I really don't know much about how to use this technology. Nor have I ever heard of the UMN.

[gunslinger]

Not possible. How is this working, then?! What frequency? How do the ships—

[ Actually now believing maybe not his universe, because...the UMN is the UMN. It just is. Of course, Allen's already said he's useless with regards to this info. UGH. ]

Nevermind... Can you tell me if you've seen or heard from anyone named Shion or MOMO? Maybe KOS-MOS?

[save_the_souls]

[Ha...yeaaaah Allen has no clue at what Jr's talking about with ships there. Sorry bro he's a medic not an engineer.]

[MOMO...He remembers she was a young looking girl that Jr. knew in Paradisa. But here? No. So let's keep it simple for now and he shakes his head]

I'm afraid I haven't heard of anyone with those names here, sorry.

[gunslinger]

[ This is going well! Sorry Allen, he is losing his temper...again...big surprise... ]

Do you know anything?! I mean come on, offer up some details, I'm up shit creek without a paddle over here! Can you at least tell me if there are any shuttles around here, or escape pods?

[save_the_souls]

[It's okay, Allen rather get annoyed than be sad. So he'll snap right back]

I know lots of things! But I'm a medic, not a database! If I had a way out of here, don't you think I would've taken it by now?!

And no, you can't fly back to your part of space with a shuttle. No one knows what part of space this is! You can only fly about a day or two away from the Marsiva, the mothership, before it pulls you back.

[gunslinger]

So what, you can still offer up more than that! Come on, be a good Samaritan.

[ WHINES AND KICKS but his aggravation isn't truly threatening. It's just the proverbial smack to the back of the head. ]

Jeez I wasn't expecting to travel across space in a shuttle, do I look that stupid? Just figure it could have a homing beacon or flight path for more than just this ship. I mean this looks kinda like a space station, from this size so far... Isn't there a planet nearby?

[save_the_souls]

[That may have been an eyeroll at that]

You can see if it has that once you get assigned to a ship. And...we've been out of range for the last planet for a few days now, I'm not sure when we'll find another one.

[gunslinger]

Man, I got places to be!

[ Rage moment at this stupid situation being stupid, but punching the wall actually hurts his tiny hand more than the wall. Oh well. ]

Don't suppose you've heard the name T-elos, either? You know anything about Testaments? How about, uh...any floating land masses? You guys seen any of those just kinda...floating around perfectly intact?

[ Like NO BIGGIE?

Not something he'd be asking some dude at some colony, but given the battle Jr. just came from, he has to see if anything at all's connected. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He shakes his head]

...Only the Testaments of the Bible, which I'm sure that's not what you mean.

[Meanwhile he just feels...not good. Having a conversation with an old friend when said friend clearly has no idea you ever existed in their lives? Yeah. This sucks. This sucks a lot.]

[Oh yeah and his hand that got bit? Is bleeding enough to stain his glove. Ugh. Time to look around for the nearest first aid kid- where did he stash that?]

[gunslinger]

Oh I'm sure that's totally the vibe they were goin' for, yeah. Arrogant shitbirds is what they are. Wouldn't be surprised if Atromos is somehow involved with them... This sort of wonky crap is right up their alley.

[ He'd worry more about that hand if he wasn't currently concerned if any of his friends are even alive right now. Being angry is MUCH better than thinking about that. ]

...You said you're a medic. Aren't you going to fix that?

[ Oh em gee, just use Ether or a med kit. Don't you know anything, Allen Walker? ]

[save_the_souls]

I am, just trying to remember where I stashed the first aid kit in this room.

[Since yes, the paranoid effer he is, he stash one wherever he could. But he gets up and seems to reach up and grab the kit off a shelf and bring it back. He'll talk as he digs out bandages and antibiotic]

It's...possible. I don't know. There's a few other people with theories about what organisations or folks Atroma could be connected to. But no one has any solid evidence yet, just theories.

[gunslinger]

[ First aid kit? How is that FIRST aid? He is totally listening because priorities, but also giving a confused stare to what Allen's doing. It's not like he doesn't recognize standard first aid, but... ]

These conspiracy theorists got names? I'd love to be their new best friend.

[ Theories are better than wall punching, okay? ]

[save_the_souls]

[Well sorry Jr not everyone can use magic nanobots like you okay!! But whatever, he's disinfecting it. He bites his lip in his discomfort, but he'll take it like a champ.]

Ah-

Speak with Dr. Beverly Crusher. She's from a space faring universe like you, and she's been working hard to get as much information about these systems as she can. I'm sure if anyone would know something worthwhile, it'd be her.

[gunslinger]

Space faring universe? You telling me they don't have space travel where you're from?

[ Frysquint. So basic. Unreal. ]

And that you're a medic on a ship but you don't know how to use Ether or real medkits? Okay, Walker, you got my attention, but I can wait for story time until after you've treated that. Maybe your little golem should eat something, too.

[save_the_souls]

He doesn't require food. He only eats it as a treat.

[WHICH HE DOES NOT DESERVE IT RIGHT NOW!! But he'll finish up with the disinfection and move to bandaging. "Walker"...jeez. That'll take getting used to.]

And I don't know how much of a story it is. [The lack of space fare that is.] It's 1898 AD where I'm from. Not much space travel then, or Ethers.

[gunslinger]

AD?!

[ WHOA. Caveman. ]

No way!

[save_the_souls]

[RUDE. HE IS A VICTORIAN]

Yes...way.

People come from all sorts of times and worlds in places like these. I've come across people from as far back as the Middle Ages.

[gunslinger]

[ You might as well be hitting yourself in the face with a club right now, Allen. Jr. reads a lot of books, seen a lot of shit, but there's still only one way he can reason out what he's hearing. ]

I'm still in that place, aren't I?! Either that bright light blew out my brains and I'm dead right now...or just hallucinating via another weird space-time anomaly. Christ, I'm not sure which idea is worse at this point. That Testament was all "Oooh, that's the kind of place this is," and this is the best it's got?

Well it's...successful at being damn confusing, that's for sure, but I don't know what the hell else it's meant to accomplish!

[ He's hallucinated better. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He groans, immediately regretting what he said. That's right, don't mention that shit until after the denial phase has passed. Ugh, he forgot.]

You're not hallucinating or dead, Jr.

I know everything seems very strange to you right now, but...it's not either of those.

[gunslinger]

And you keep talking to me like you know me!

[ NOT SUPER DUPER HELPING, unfortunately. Not that anything could. ]