A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash looks towards the voice that spoke to him and nods solemnly. Showing no shame over being caught looking upset and crying.] Yeah, it's just... we shouldn't have killed them. They had no idea if we were friend or foes. They were probably just protecting the others.

[poetontheinside]

Sure, yeah. [He fidgets, a little awkwardly. Male displays of emotion, what do.] But y'know, if they attack, it's a matter of self-defense, right?

[goldenglasses]

Protecting yourself, yeah, but that doesn't mean that everything has to lead to death.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, I'll give you that. We got taught to aim for the legs, in the Academy, y'know. [He mimes shooting a gun, shrugs, puts his hands back in his pockets.] Guess that don't go for everyone, though.

[goldenglasses]

No, very few tend to do so actually. I'm glad you were taught to aim for the legs though. Although, I wish there was an easier way to keep fights like this from happening in the first place.

It's so hard when we can't understand each others language.

[poetontheinside]

[Ray doesn't have a frame of reference for wherever Vash is from, only knows his own world. He shifts on his feet, still looking a little out of place.]

You, uh, a soldier or somethin'? Seems like you've [seen things, but that is a little too much, right?] been places.

[goldenglasses]

Me? [Vash chuckles, but without too much amusement at the idea.] No, I'm not a soldier. Although I suppose I have seen some things in my time. It's just, even if I hadn't, don't you think it's a sad thing for any life to be wasted?

[poetontheinside]

Wasted? Yeah, sure. I guess-- maybe people got different interpretations of life. Which is fucked up, but I met some people, y'know?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I think I probably do. People have many different ways of thinking, it can be a good thing, but I wish more could understand that it's not just humans who feel pain and sadness. To think more of the opportunities lost when a life is ended too soon.

No one has the right to take the life of another.

[poetontheinside]

[He sticks his hands deep inside his pockets- he gets that. He remembers how he'd felt when Beth Botrelle had almost gotten the needle because of his fuck-up, and that's not something he wants to relive.]

Yeah. You're right about that.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet for a moment; not use to people agreeing so easily with. It actually brings the corner of his mouth up ever so slightly.] I suppose for now for these creatures the only thing we can do for now is remember them and see if we can stop any more death.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah. [He perks up a little, glad for the prospect of something to do with this.] Yeah, we can do that, at least.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash smiles a small one. It's something he's learned is sometimes the only answer and way to keep moving forward at times.]

I'm glad you agreed. My name's Vash by the way.

[poetontheinside]

Hey, yeah-- [He startles, holds out his hand to shake] Ray. Nice to meet you, wish the circumstances were better.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes the offered hand in his own leather gloved hand and gives it a shake.] Yeah, so do I, but it's good to know there is someone else in the fleet who feels the same. [Instead of lecturing him on how they were attacked first.]