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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?

At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.

...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.

Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.

So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]

Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?

[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]

Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.

And my chems. Those are kind of important.

And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.

That will be all, thank you.

[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]

[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]

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[A young monk listens carefully, tapping at his chin very thoughtfully as if he's trying to concentrate and imagining all of those things. The thoughtful face is briefly fractured by a goofy grin at the description of the cat, but then he puts his thoughtful face back on.]

I'm sorry, I haven't heard any of those names or seen any of those things around. But if I do, you'll definitely be the first to know! I promise!

_{[ He really did hate it when people woke up. He always felt bad, especially for those who came here without the comfort of others from their own worlds. ]}

I cannot say I know of anyone by those names on any of the ships, but I can tell you that your cane will not be available, and likely not your kitten either. Atroma removes anything that could be a weapon from us on arrival.

My name is Vanyel Ashkevron, of the Tourist.

Shit.

Well, thank you for thinking about it though! That's so sweet of you.

Do you know where I could maybe find just a regular cane? I'm supposed to use one or my PT guy will get really mad at me.

Even if he's not here. He'll know. [Julien is one scary dude, okay.]

Shit. Thank you for thinking about it though.

Can I get a regular cane though? I mean, I could fuck up someone pretty good with one of those, but I'm supposed to be using one or I'll be in a lot of trouble.

[Thanks to the name of the ship, she's a little confused.] A tourist? Where are you from? But it's really nice to meet you, Vanyel. My name's Wrath.

I am sure that a normal cane can be provided for you, or there will be a way to craft you one, even on the Marsiva. Ah, that is, the ship you are currently on.

Do you have a physical ailment that requires a cane?

_{[ Aka - do you need medical attention? ]}

Tourist is the name of the ship I am assigned to within the fleet as a Security augment. You will be assigned to one as well within a few days and transported off the Marsiva. But to answer where I am from - I came here from a place known as Paradisa, and before that my home world, called Valdemar.

A pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Wrath.

My back's all fucked to hell. It sucks.

Oh, I get it. [Probably not.] Security is an awesome job, I hope you're good at it. And you're from two different places--you must travel a lot. Nice! I'm from Proles, which is a city on the planet Zeus.

Lady? [Oh gosh, so cute. She can't help but giggle. She's seen enough historical dramas.] I don't think I get to be a lady. I used to be a lieutenant, but since I got discharged I don't have a rank any more, so you should just call me Wrath.

Oh, I'm sorry. The Marsiva should have medical facilities you can use if you are in need of aid. Once you are moved, I believe most of the ships have medical rooms, or someone else in the Fleet can aid you. I myself have Healing magics if you are ever in need.

It was my job in Valdemar to protect the people, so it is suitable. You will be assigned something similar - an augment. We all have one implanted in us. Mine was security, but there are also ones like engineering or piloting.

_{[ He smiled at her laugh, glad to see she seemed to be relaxing.
Sometimes people did not take the news quite so well... ]}

A lieutenant? You were in an army then?

I'll check. [It definitely doesn't hurt to check.] I really need my chems or I'm in trouble for that too. But Lieutenant Whiskey couldn't fix my back and he's basically the best doctor ever, so... [She's a generally hopeful person, but she's not going to get her hopes up about this.] The bones regrew all fucked up with my ports so I just kind of need a new spine I guess.

Hey, that was my kind of job, too! That's really good. Oh... and right, an augment. The thing. I think I've got a security one as well, maybe? But I'm not supposed to be picking shit any more cause it messes up my back, so I think someone made a mistake.

[She nods.] Yep, twenty-six years in the mobile infantry!

Ports? Ah, and I am afraid my magics cannot heal such a thing. But I would encourage you to talk with others. Medicine is much more advanced than anything I am used to, so they might have a solution. Or possibly a way station or planet we might come across at some point.

I have discovered there are many different types of security. I am sure you will find a way that fits. I use magic for myself - charming my ship to help avoided danger and damage, for instance.

_{[ That gets a brow raise. ]}

Twenty-six years? That is quite the length of service. Yes, I can definitely see why you were given a security augment. In fact, any knowledge or expertise you have would be appreciated. We are on alert for potential attacks as we work through this asteroid cluster from a group of ships that apparently attacked the Fleet shortly before I arrived a couple months ago.

Um, it's no problem! Really!

I don't know what a PT is but I'm sure he'd understand! But it can't be that hard to find a cane if you need one... Maybe there's one on the ship you're on, or you could get one at one of those way station places!

Sorry, ain't seen any kittens.

[ And considering Ladon is a huge sucker for anything small, cute, and fuzzy, he's likely to have zeroed in on a lone kitten by now. ]

Or heard any of those names you said.

Atroma have a nasty habit of fleecing your for all your stuff when you arrive. You'll likely get them back down the line, in some planet or waystation or whatever.

[Oh gosh, what a nice person!]

Oh! PT means physical therapist. He makes me do exercises and stuff so that my back will get better. I think I'm on the Marsiva? And isn't exciting that we're in space?

[So excited!]

What's your name? I'm Wrath.

Ports are... uh. [She waves vaguely at the back of her neck.] They're supposed to keep you from catching dysthrophe, though... I guess that's not a thing here? But they're in your back so that makes really bad injuries like mine more complicated I guess. But maybe! Wow, that would be amazing. Even better medical tech than us.

Magic? [Magic's a thing?] Do you pull your ship out of a hat? Or make it disappear?

Yeah, I've done it all my life. [That she can remember.] I was really good at my job! I'll... just have to figure something out that won't make Julien yell at me. If that's the mission, that comes first.

That's really sad. And not just because I miss Jellybean. Everyone should see kittens, every day.

[Improves morale!]

It's okay. I guess... it's just me. Well, I'll do my best. [But she misses Maine already. How's she going to sleep without him watching her six?]

What's your name?

That's really low. Who the fuck steals a kitten? [That's way more offensive than stealing a cane.]

I guess if I get everything back eventually, that's better than nothing. But I'm going to have to find a regular, boring cane for now.

What's your name?

[He tries! And he nods along as he hears that.]

Really? That sounds very nice of him! [He subconsciously rubs the scar on his own back, feeling a bit grateful that his own recovery ended up being relatively smooth.]

It's nice to meet you, Wrath! [Aang wonders why she isn't called something like Joy instead, though.] My name's Aang. Space really is exciting! [And depressing in other ways.] The Marsiva's where everyone starts off.

[By the time the transmission goes out, Eugene's gotten himself off of his cot, made the rounds of the area, and finally settled into the viewing bay with a coffee. He's too jittery for real food, but coffee? That had become such a priceless treasure a few years into the outbreak that even solidly average cafeteria coffee was a treasure, and he sipped his cup gingerly as he sat and looked out at the stars, moments of fluctuating awe and homesickness and disorientation broken up by the occasional new transmission coming through on the communicator.

It's maybe a minute or two after the most recent one that the woman herself comes into the viewing bay - though he leaves the hello that comes to his lips to idle a few moments when he sees the look that sweeps across her face. He's no saint, but he's not going to elbow his way right into the middle of someone's joy like that. Especially not in the mood he's in, himself.]

It takes Wrath a while to calm down to a rapid vibrate. Space! She's in space! Maine told her about it, but it's so big?

Though oh. Are aliens going to try to kill them? Maine hadn't had that great of a time in space, after all...

Before she can really consider that worry, she notices someone else in the observation room with her. "Oh, hi! Do you like space too?"

I mean, it's his job, and he's really good at it. [Highest compliment possible from Wrath, that.] And he's helped me a lot.

I'm really glad to meet you too, Aang. [Hello fellow person with a one word name.] I had a friend from space. I'll be so excited to tell him about it! I just hope the... Uh. Covenant. That's what they're called. I hope they're not going to try to kill everyone since apparently space is full of them?

Are you on the Marsiva still?

He's not really prepared for that much cheerful enthusiasm turned on him all at once. For a fraction of a second it's like being home again with Jack, with Zoe's kids, and in the afterimage of that memory a bruise-purple ache settles into his chest. He nods, whatever polite answering smile he might have given automatically dimmed down to a little turn of his lips.

"Well, I. I like the stars? Looking at them from Earth, anyway." He looks back out the windows, nodding his cup at the panorama. "They're a lot different when you're in the middle of them."

"The stars are really beautiful, yeah. I haven't seen them in... I don't know." She's been out on patrol since the Line, but not at night, normally. "Ten years at least? Maybe?" But anyway, something is even more interesting in what he's said. "You're from Earth? That's so cool! I've only heard stories about Earth. Well, and all the historical dramas. Is it true you all have horses and wear tight pants? Though Orion said that everyone is dead and gets brought back by ghosts and then punches bad aliens in the face so I don't know."

Edited 2015-06-14 19:08 (UTC)

You'd be surprised at how big that list can get.

The sacrifices you have to make. So sad.

Name's Crowley.

[She sticks her tongue out, but she's laughing too. Most of her friends are total dicks, let's be honest.] Don't be an asshole, Crowley. I have to have a cane to walk and it's better if it's also an effective weapon.

Anyway, my name is Wrath. It's nice to meet you!

Edited (Whoops premature posting) 2015-06-14 19:51 (UTC)

I'm always an asshole, this is something you will learn.

Wrath, catchy. Like the Sin?

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