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[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Personal comm - Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport's shuttle
When: Let's say...Oct 9th, afternoon

[The idea has been sitting in Michael's brain since he brought it up to Zoe on the network. He didn't posses her same academic curiosity, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit fascinated. He'd never seen a spaceship before, but his view of them so far had only been the cramped interior of the Bloodsport and the distance exterior of the mysterious Marsiva. But after a few days, the archangel craved movement.

Time for an adventure.

He heads to the shuttle, opens the hatch, and then turns on his communicator.]

Hey! I'm gonna take a little tour. Maybe go say hello to our hostess. Last one into the shuttle's a rotten egg.

[And with that, he shuts it off with a manic grin. That's all the warning you're gonna get, crewmates.

No worries, though. Once he peeks his head into the craft he realizes quickly that a normally oriented chair presents some logistical issues for an angel. After a minute of frowning, he sighs and twitches off the trenchcoat that normally covers his wings.

Anyone who arrives will find probably find him like that, attempting to arrange said appendages so he can sit in the pilot seat. Mind the feathers.]

Comments

[parkinglotangel]

[He hadn't either really, but he's curious about her priorities]

I don't know... [His voice comes out a bit strained for a moment, the lack of surety over his actions briefly worrisome, but he continues with a bit more confidence] ...probably ask what their intentions are. I have something to finish back home, but I'd like to see how this plays out.

Exsilium?

[payback]

It's a world I was taken to before. [She just stares dispassionately out of the viewscreen.] They were at war with a world power called United Earth... one that brainwashed its citizens and had repressed a lot of people... the Initiative wanted to take back the world, I guess. So they fought wars through time to try and destabilize United Earth. We got issued weapons and everything.

Is it difficult to drive?

[parkinglotangel]

Only a little harder than riding a bike...if I actually knew how to do that...

[He gives her a silent look, showing a bit more concern than he would most times. Angel or not, it's a difficult piece of information to take in]

So you actually haven't been home in a long time.

[payback]

[Well that makes her laugh, sudden and bright like a spark chipped off a rock. Gone just as quickly too. She ticks off on her fingers.]

I've been away from home for years and passed through a bunch of places. A lab... Siren's Port... Exsilium... and Court too. [Then she returns to staring out the window... though she's not exactly looking at the view.]

It's been... about three years, I guess. Since I've been home.

[It's just felt so much longer.]

[parkinglotangel]

[He's sighting on the ports where the shuttles dock, so he's silent a moment as he angles the ship the right way. It takes a bit of concentration]

Home. But that's not where you want to go.

[payback]

I'd be happy if I ended up at home in the end... it can be pretty brutal there, but most of the worlds I've been to haven't been much better.

[She takes a moment to ruminate, and then laughs shortly.]

Really, none of them have been. The Initiative just gave us weapons and money to deal with the problems we faced.