Arrival broadcast

[neversets]

Who: Apollo + Others
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now? Until shuffle?

Broadcast
[The camera shows a handsome, very built man sleeping in a bed. And it continues to show that for a very long time. Either is started broadcasting very early, or he's doing a very good job of pretending to be asleep when he's not.

When he does move, he sits up carefully, pushing his hair back from his face. He's wearing cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt that seems somehow too... mundane on him.

He gets up after a brief stretch and moves over to the communicator, picking it up and clicking it off without offering a word.]


On ship
[Apollo eventually emerges from his room, a bit somber and subdued. He wanders around in bare feet, moving quietly along the metal hallways. When he finds a window, he leans his hands against it, looking at the distant star at the heart of this system with undisguised longing.]

Comments

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She will. THAT has never been in doubt.

[precedented]

[ His lips curve. In a way, Leto basks in this sort of feeling. ]

I should hope not.

[neversets]

She's even helped Jeroen remember how to love being the Doctor again.

[precedented]

Children have a way of reminding the adults of what is important.

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Yeah, they really do.

Every day you have them and every day you don't, but you did.

[precedented]

[ Deep down, he feels the stirrings of envy. His parents had never missed him, never looked back. It took his father dying in his arms to ever call Leto his son. And Leto had loved him so much, had wanted him there so much. ]

I wouldn't know.

[neversets]

... they do. Trust me.

You know, not being able have them yourself doesn't mean you can't have them. Jenny isn't mine by blood or genetics.

[precedented]

[ When you're the absolute ruler of the known universe, the chances of having that kind of normalcy dwindles into nothing. ]

It is not a matter of trust. It is a situation long past.

[neversets]

Okay, dropping it, I can take a hint, I just sometimes choose not to.

[ But he doesn't want to hurt anyone with his words. ]

[precedented]

[ Leto looks annoyed at himself. He knew better than to let his emotions take precedent. ]

They don't need to be defended.

[neversets]

You don't have to explain yourself to me.

[precedented]

Don't I? There's no one left to speak for them.

[ He pauses. ] Love and hate can often go hand in hand.

[neversets]

Yeah. I know that. Never hated anyone like I hate Midnighter for leaving.

[ Not stronger. Just never hated that way. ]

[precedented]

Yes, well. They both had a lot in their heads they could not erase. I would not wish that on anyone.

[neversets]

I like not having a lot of burdens in my head, to be honest.

Though I'm not sure about the new hardware...

[ He taps behind his ear. ]

[precedented]

It hasn't acted up so far. I cannot speak for the near future for that may change at a moment's notice. And I cannot see it clearly.

[neversets]

... you're clairvoyant?

[precedented]

No. I am prescient. I perceive possibilities. Futures. Pasts.

[neversets]

Huh

[ He's quiet while he thinks about that for a moment, what it means. ]

Suckage.

[precedented]

[ He blinks. "Suckage" is not an expression he's familiar with. ]

Indeed.

[neversets]

[ He has a six year old daughter, his vocabulary has changed. ]

It's a bit like Midnighter. But not. He sees all the possibilities for combat. Fights a fight a thousand times in his head before he's even started.

[precedented]

If it was limited to combat, I might see it in a different light. But even then, it is a stretch.

[neversets]

I don't know how far Midnighter could push it. I don't know if he really knew. We were built to fight.

[precedented]

Then it is a hard life when the fight is over.

[ It is always hard to control. Leto certainly can't control it, only let it occur while he holds himself back. ]

[neversets]

Well, I retired to raise a superpowered little girl on my own. So in a way, it never ends.