Arthur Morgan (
gunslinger) wrote in
driftfleet2015-06-05 01:31 am
video ☣ fleetwide
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.
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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I wouldn't be out for long, it'd just be an unnecessary expense to them. It'd make more sense to deal with me or send me back, even if it took a few times to get the message through their thick heads.
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Or they make an example of you. And we hardly know anything of this Atroma or the extend of its power. It can summon us from other worlds, other times - that is a great enough power on its own. Testing it recklessly would be unwise, I think.
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[ WE'LL ALL BE DEAD. ]
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I urge you to think of the consequences. You may not be the only one punished for attempting whatever it is you are thinking, assuming you find Atroma at all.
[ If you want to hurt yourself, fine and dandy, free will. He will think you an idiot, but you may. Your actions causing harm to others though? That he has a problem with, though there is little he can do about it. The Marsiva is the one ship he cannot Gate to. ]
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[ Some guy trying to make this what it isn't holds no damn interest for him. Jr. has enough real guilt for real sins, he doesn't need fake ones someone else wants to try to force on him just because it's something he wouldn't do. Does he give that speech to everyone who tries to rebel? Must hate capitalism, too. ]
You obviously don't know what I'm thinking, but if worrying about it's got you so stressed, then I suggest you go bite your nails somewhere else, 'cause you're not telling me anything I haven't already heard or considered.
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At least you have considered it - that is somewhat reassuring.
[ His tone suggests that unless it had been pointed out to Jr, he wasn't so sure he would have. He'd come across the gun-ho type before, and well meaning as their intentions could be, long-term consequences were not always part of the planning process. ]
Though if you find out anything about Atroma at all, that will be impressive.
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I doubt it will be so simple, but I agree we should find Atroma and stop this nonsense. I would advise caution, though, is all. As I said, Atroma might easily retaliate, and with these augments inserted in us, who knows what it might do - and not just to the person investigating.