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shinra soldiers need not apply

Who: Zack Fair / OTA
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: the Caprine
When: Now!

( action; caprine )
[...Alright, so that was. Weird. He was totally just on the Marsiva, but now he's on another ship, apparently! With confetti, and... pudding, which gets set aside for now, because he's sure as hell not trusting random food thrown at him willynilly.

He's more interested in the new ship itself, so he'll be exploring the place, poking his head into whatever room he comes across unless it's locked. Apologies in advance?]

( video; fleetwide )

[Have a Zack! Pulling bits of confetti out of his hair. He looks about as confused as any newcomer, though perhaps not as disturbed. He has officially Seen Some Shit, as one might guess by the semi-glowing blue eyes.]

Testing, testing... okay, we'll pretend this works. It's kinda different from standard issue ShinRa PHS, but it doesn't look that complicated...

Anyway- hey there, fellow space people. Name's Zack. Am I crazy, or are the voices in my head legit when they say I'm on TV? 'Cause, uh. I'd kind of prefer that, at this point. Not really a fan of the random voices concept.

...Aerith? Where'd you end up?

[TRIES VERY HARD NOT TO BE WORRIED]

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Oh, that. That's like network input. Nothing weird about that. Except we're not actually actively networked, so it's just like a data squirt you get when you wake up and that's it, doesn't really happen again.

[That's equal-parts horrifying and oddly comforting.]

Oh, uh. Alright, got it.

[BRAIN DUMPS ARE NORMAL, CHECK. Also, that's freaky.]

Is that just so we don't explode ourselves in the middle of nowhere?

Yeah. Like it'd be kind of dumb if you walked out an airlock or something because you didn't know what an airlock is. There's people here from like the fucking stone age, it's crazy. And I mean, it kind of makes sense that you should have all the info you need in order to do your assigned job.

Yeah, I guess that's true. I mean, I come from a pretty advanced world myself, but nobody's ever gone to space, so we don't know the mechanics of it... I'd probably end up doing something stupid or reckless in no time if I didn't know what's what.

[He's optimistic, not dillusional.]

It's pretty easy to make mistakes when you're in a strange environment, right? I fuck up in non-combat situations all the time because things are really different. But as long as you do your best and don't open your ship to hard vacuum, everything else can be fixed!

What job did they assign you?

I'll do my best.

[No promises, especially considering...]

I think they set me up as an engineer? Kinda makes me question the brains of the people who brought me here... I must be the least qualified person for that job.

Oh, I think they do stuff like that all the time just to be shit lords. You know like... make people do jobs that they never would have done back home. But you've got enough info in the data dump that you'll be competent if you apply it, and I know you'll work hard! Um... and if you really don't like it, you can ask to have your augment changed... I think?

It's not something I've done but I remember other people have. I think.

[She thinks... well, he's acted on less intel before. Can't complain too much.]

Guess I'll see how it goes before I rush into anything new. Maybe I'll be struck by some grant epiphany and be amazing at it or something.

That's the spirit! Full speed ahead, and even if you fail, you'll still take down everything in your path!

[...Wrath, that is probably not how engineering works. Like she has any clue.]

Hey can I ask you a question? It might be rude, I'm never sure.

[Prrrrrobably not, but at least they didn't pick him as a doctor. He'd have lynched somebody for that one.]

Sure, go for it.

You have really cool eyes. Is that like a normal thing for... um... if you're like a different species other than human, or is it like cosmetic augmentation or artificial replacement? I saw people who had that kind of effect back home, but it was mostly onekids and you don't sound like one of them.

Oh, that!

[Is he still technically on the run? Should he play it safe? Eh, better keep it vague.]

I dunno if I'd call it normal, but I'm not the only one. I'm a regular human in almost every way, but I'm- [nope] I was part of a military group a while back. We get doused in a chemical that ups our physical abilities, makes us more durable, the works. One of the side effects is it makes our eyes glow.

Oh, interesting! So your augments are chemical based instead of bionetics or manure based. That's really cool. How's it working out for you as far as your stats improvement?

No complaints for the most part. We're nothing if not sturdy.

[Learned that one the hard way, but at least it gives him a frame of reference.]

Super strong, too. My sword's about 100 pounds, so most people can't wield it effectively.

Oh, awesome! Do you have it with you? Can I try? [No doubt in her that she can do it..]

Yeah, I wish. I gave it to someone before I got here.

.. It was a dumb question anyway. They never let us have our old weapons and it's hard as shit to get decent new ones. I'm still trying to find something like my old plasma blade and this ain't shit here.

Why'd you give your sword away though?

Figures...

[He's never been that lucky anyway.]

Uh, it's kind of a long story. The short version is that he needed it more than I did.

Oh that means it's a story you don't wanna talk about because it's like a sad thing or something, right?

But that's a really good reason to give someone a weapon. Winter gave me a knife once cause I needed it more than him once and it really worked out, so hopefully things worked out for your friend like that except he didn't have to stab you in the leg with your own sword.

Something like that, yeah.

[Too damned observant. He offers up a smile and a shrug.]

I'm... gonna hope that doesn't happen? I'd rather go without a stabbing or two.

It's okay, I understand how that works. My partner back home had a super advanced case of hurfdurf.

[She nods wisely.]

I mean there's only been the one time there was stabbing here. It's pretty fucking boring.

[Jeepers.]

If that's your attitude when it comes to fighting, you'd fit right in with my old army buds.

[SOLDIER could get a little... thirsty, on occasion. He can't deny that he's just as guilty of it himself.]

Bet I would! I was lieutenant of a tank killer cavalry platoon. I go hard so everyone I'm protecting goes home in one piece. [Wrath shrugs.] Can't remember ever having another life.

Except for when my back was broken, and that sucked.

But anyway. Like. If you ever want to hang out with other vets, we're around. Cause sometimes civilian shit is just weird and doesn't make any sense.

I can totally get on board with that. There's weird on both sides of the equation.

[Bet civilians don't usually fight armies of clones and one-winged goddess monsters.]

Your back okay, though? That sounds bad.

Now? Oh yeah. I was all messed up for a while when I was here, and then... um. A thingy happened and it was way worse, but Dr. Crusher removed my ports, and Vision talked my nanites into re-growing my bones again, and I'm okay now! Good as ever.

[Maybe more context is needed. Erm.] Um. And my back was all FUBAR when I got here cause like... um. Two years ago? I got thrown out the 99th story of the Bifrons office tower and all my bones pulped when I hit the sidewalk. Then when the doc tried to grow me some new metalloid composite bones they were messed up because of the ports and everyone where I'm from thinks it's like impossible to remove those so it never got better.

So coming here was a really great thing! For a lot of reasons.

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