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Action / Video | October 6
Who: Looma Red Wind all of you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
[video]
He's never seen anyone aboard the Fleet die before, so as far as he knows, it's permanent. So suffice to say, he's more than a little baffled when he sees Looma's face on the network.]
L-Looma?!?
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What.
[See? Come on Lance, who else can mimic that kind of irration. She may not have eyebrows or even any recognizable pupils but nobody can glare into a camera quite so angrily.]
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You're alive! You're alive, how the quiznak-- Whatever, you're here!
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[You missed the angry yelling, right? Thankfully it takes far too much energy to keep up the eardrum-shattering levels of anger she's currently feeling, so she has to take a bit of a breather immediately afterward.]
Nothing about this makes sense and I have concerns about whatever is responsible for this.
[And a stubborn streak a mile wide, since she's pushing herself back up off the wall and trying to make her way around the ship again. Good luck to anyone trying to stop her.]
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[Pout.]
Do you want me to come by?
Video;
And then there she is. Stumbling and unsteady, but alive. That tugs at his chest a little more than he's willing to sit back and pull apart just yet. For now, he'll just stick with the utter joy that she's back. ]
Looma! You're- [Alive. It's so good to see you alive.] I- look, just stay put, okay? I'll come to you, explain it best I can, okay?
[He wants to fill her in, in person, but he also wants to be extra sure it's her and not Atroma planning a cruel trick. He's already racing off to a shuttle. ]
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Which, admittedly, probably isn't that unusual but she'll probably feel bad for it eventually.]
As if I have much choice.
If you are not here soon, I will fly over myself.
[See? She'll aggressively mom after her crew and people she cares about, but will forever be a wet, angry cat about anyone directing any of that concern her way.
Also it's a coin toss whether or not she can even identify which ship is actually the Blue Fish, so. Definitely don't let her force her way into a shuttle, Sokka.]
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[Even his whining is pretty low key, he's just overjoyed that she's alive. She can be as grumpy as she likes, he doesn't care. He's in a shuttle and coming to the Bishop as quick as humanly possible. As soon as he's docked and in the ship, he's getting out and racing off to the bridge to find her.
Again, he finds himself so very glad to catch sight of her. He grins, walking over. ]
Hey you. Welcome back. [Which...is about as much warning as she gets because he's going in for a hug. She may crush him like a bug but it will be absolutely worth it. ]
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Plus, that bulkhead is doing a really good job of keeping her steady. Sokka doesn't get much in the way of a greeting once he does show up, he'd have to make do with simple acknowledgement for now.]
I still wish to know how and why I-
[And sudden physical contact what. She...is not even remotely sure of how to handle this situation, Sokka. Was he ill too? What was she supposed to do here? The answer probably isn't to just stand there frozen in place, but that's exactly what she's doing anyway. Which is probably good news as far as Sokka not getting crushed, but between the armor and the fact she's burning up, he'd probably let go of her soon, right? Though she does eventually get her wits about her to ask about the unusual situation, here.]
Did...are you taller?
[...or not. But she's not waiting for an answer either- he's still smaller than her, so she's definitely using one of the arms not currently restrained to just...check that, and putting a hand on his head. To confirm things.]
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Maybe? I put in for my first age upgrade, so maybe it's kicking in?
[Nope, wait, he's not done. He's giving her another gentle hug. ]
I really missed you.
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I... appreciate that, Sokka. Truly.
[BUT SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT. This would be much easier to deal with if she were, well, human.]
I might say the same, though I remember very little after the impact. What I do remember is...
[Not pleasant? Terrifying? She's going to just opt to end that conversation right there, and do her best to gently shove Sokka off her. She had questions and she had been promise answers.]
Why am I here? And how am I here? There should have been nothing left of me to heal- there should not be enough of me here for you to cling to!
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Well, you definitely died. Two weeks ago. There was nothing of any of you left. Atroma brought you back. They uh...did it the last time someone died, too. I guess they just put you back together?
Which I'm not complaining about, by the way.
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[She's honestly more impressed by it than upset, to be honest- the universe had found some way to make the "Kill It With Fire" approach work- that wasn't a small feat for a Tetramand. But she'll go ahead and start heading further into the ship with an unsteady wobble now- she might be the walking dead right now, but she still needs to make sure everything is running as it should. And that nothing is out of place. Then she'll be able to rest for a bit.]
But perhaps you should complain. If they are capable of restoring us from nothing, they may well be capable of worse.
[Like, say, doing the exact opposite of that.]
I know of only one other group capable of such feats, and all of Khoros would be unable to oppose them.
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Probably, but given the fact you're here and not dead, I'm really going to call that a good thing. And honestly, given they can pull us from just about anywhere in the universe, bringing people back from the dead probably isn't much of a stretch for them.
...How do you feel?
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As if I am still burning...
[Which wasn't entirely an exaggeration. The fever was one thing, the pain that came and went everywhere was another problem entirely. Luckily she happened to be in one of the lapses, and was powering through out of a combination of stubborn refusal to submit to whatever the Atroma had intended with the laundry list of miseries that came with her revival, and good old fashioned fury at her situation. Both might not quite be enough for long if she keeps avoiding meals, but they'll do for now.
Once she's half-staggered her way to the armory, she does pause for a momentary breather- hopefully this wasn't going to go on for too much longer, while she might force herself to manage for a few moments, she was definitely in no condition to fight. The ship's resident medic would likely even dispute her being in any condition for making the rounds for that matter. But she had to remain active somehow, and for the time being, discovering how things had progressed during her...absence would be good enough.]
The evacuation efforts- were they successful? I do not expect to hear it was without significant casualties, but I do expect an honest appraisal. From you, at least.
[She'd expect several others to try for a gentler answer or to offer bland reassurances, but, well...Sokka was someone she'd allowed to get closer than most. The calibrations had even made sure of it. Looma hoped after everything else so far, he'd know she valued openness more than any wasted effort at putting things in a more flattering perspective.]
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[So he could do something, anything to help her. So he'd feel less useless, less powerless. Because he's been feeling a lot of that recently. He needs to be able to make a difference. For her.
Still, he feels a small swell of pride, knowing she thinks she can get an honest answer from him. He'll do right by that and not sugar coat it. ]
Not all the natives got out, but a vast majority did. We lost eight other people from the Fleet in total, nine including you. [He gives a shrug. ] The planet was showing signs of life- still singing. So in the future, it might regrow. There' hope.
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[Oh good, she's apparently well enough to be argumentative. That's a good sign, right?]
And you will find that is not nearly as much a problem as you might suspect.
[...wait, who even is this human? Her expression quickly sours once she realizes she doesn't recognize him- where are the people who should be here? The otherwise amicable (by Looma standards) small talk is replaced by another round of snarling and suspicion soon enough, once she registers Howard as a new and unfamiliar face.]
Who are you, and what are you doing aboard my ship?
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Howard Stark, best civillian pilot you'll ever meet. At your service... Captain. [ a beat. ] Welcome back, by the way. I trust you'll find everything is... well. Not exactly as you left it, is it? [ on account of him being here, relax!! ]
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[She'll largely brush off the rest of what he has to say- she'd immediately approved Sayid's request for First Mate for a reason, and it'd be one of her worse lapses in judgment to date if she'd come back to the ship resembling a disaster zone.
Also, she's kind of pulling up the crew roster, don't mind her Stark- it's not that she's suggesting you're a liar, but well, that would be a terrible first impression to make, wouldn't it? Once she's confirmed that claim- as well as taken note of yet another departure- she gets right to business. Despite the lazy turn of her head to face him again and the weary sigh that follows, she is giving him her full attention.]
My rules are as simple as they are few. Do not cause any harm to come to this ship or its crew. I have no intention of issuing commands unless the situation requires it- at which point I expect them followed.
[She may be exhausted and miserable right now, but she is captain, and feels obligated to live up to everything that entails. Including things she's never been good at, like putting a new crew member at ease.]
You may put your hands down, Howard Stark. You need only fear me if you put the Bishop or its crew at risk. And if I ever have reason to cause you harm, you will be told beforehand.
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he drops his hands and looks up... and up at her. ] Thoughtful of you, giving a guy a warning. I meant what I said, I'm a good pilot. I won't let you down.
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[The "if" there is a bit loaded though- it'd be an easy bet that if a battle ever did happen in their vicinity, she'd start giving orders to head right to it with all guns blazing. But with that talk about a warning, she might as well give him another heads up. It's something that tended to surprise most people, so it was best to get it out of the way now.]
Any questions you may have, I will answer them. There is as little point in keeping secrets from one another as there is attacking an enemy who is unaware you intend to do so.
[Plus it'd give her more time to rest. Thank goodness he'd apparently been here long enough he didn't need a tour, she suspected she'd hit the floor before she even got halfway through it at this point.]
I am also aware most of your kind has little experience dealing with another species. I imagine at least some come to mind.
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A straight-talking, straight-shooting gal then. Nothing better. [ he winks!!! no species-prejudice to howard's ability to flirt inappropriately alright. ]
If we're going to be honest with each other, Looma. Can I call you Looma? It's just that I already have another 'Captain' in my life, and the distinction would really help me out. [ oh but that's not even what he was going to say-- ] I'm not actually new here. To the Fleet, I mean. You don't have to give me the whole rundown. And besides, I'm sure you want to get back to... settling in. [ by destroying many things. which is more than cool with him now that he knows the deal. ]
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Perhaps "your highness" would make the distinction an easier one.
I am Princess Looma of House Red Wind, daughter of Warlord Gar and ascended heir to the Red Wind Kingdom. I had assumed Captain Looma would be a more familiar formality.
[Although, really, she'd probably let it slide eventually- once he wasn't an unfamiliar presence aboard her ship, and she could read him a little better. Which probably wouldn't take much more than just a few weeks of not getting sent home and a few chances to see him working. Whatever universe this was, plus the last one she'd been unceremoniously dragged into, she'd been stranded long enough to relax the protocol she expected everyone else to adhere to.
Still, she was grateful she could skip giving him a full rundown and a thorough tour of the ship. She doubted she had the energy or patience for it right now.]
But you said you have been in the Fleet before- I hope you did not return willingly.
[She doubted anyone would, but she needed to know for certain. It'd be bad news if their new pilot proved to have that level of terrible judgment, after all.]
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[ see what he did there? no really, he seems a lot less concerned than he ought to be. but then she goes and asks him that... would he return, if he had a choice? it's honestly unknown, but he didn't choose it. no one does. ]
I wasn't aware it was an option.
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I don't believe it is- but had you said yes, I would be reluctant to let you anywhere near the bridge.
[For reasons she probably didn't have to specify. Probably unwise to put anyone with judgment that bad at the helm of something that could crash and kill everyone aboard, and anyone in the neighborhood to boot.]
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action!
--First of all, barrin' any questions about how the hell did you get back here and why are you alive, I'm gonna need to get ya to the med bay, ma'am.
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I will remain here. Attempt to move me anywhere at your peril.
[...well, she's making threats, but the absence of any insults tacked on there or comparisons to ants or other small insects are missing, so- that's a good sign? Sort of? It probably means she still recognizes him at least.]
But know that I am far more interested in finding those answers than you could possibly imagine...
[She still wanted her vengeance on the Atroma for kidnapping her for this stupid show in the first place, after all. If they had the ability to play with things like life and death with ease, well- that would make her job that much harder.]
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[He shoots her a thin, slightly nervous smile.] Yeah, me too. I guess I shoulda expected it, considering my arrival, but -- even so. It's still real odd.
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So even though it's the middle of the night, even though he's in bed in his own room...well. The sounds of a very large space princess stumbling around the bridge and then also destroying some of it grabs his attention, hauling him out of his sleep.
Throwing on just enough clothing to be decent, he runs for the bridge, only to find....
Okay well the bridge is repairing itself. But there's something a little more important in the middle of those repairs. Well. Someone.]
Looma...
[He hadn't been entirely sure she was gone for good, having experience with Kyriakos, and with the knowledge that they'd never removed her name from the ship roster the way previous disappeared shipmates had been removed. Still. It's a shock (though welcome) to see her again.]
Are you injured?
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...if that was an attempt at humor, consider the crew's morale to be someone else's responsibility in the future.
[She kind of just got back from complete incineration Sayid, come on now. She'd actually be a bit impressed at it even being possible if it weren't for the fact that everything was awful right now.]
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I promise you, I didn't intend any humor. I have limited experience with this kind of situation, but not everyone comes back fully healed. Although those were different circumstances.
[Looma certainly does not look entirely well, but that could be stress just as well as anything else.]
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[For all of how blunt she is, because Looma will appreciate bluntness, Nami sounds subdued. But those are just the facts.]
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That may be the one piece of information about our common enemy I am least comfortable knowing.
[...oh, right. The death thing. She may not have been certain just how long that had stuck, but it did mean she needed to address something.]
I suppose I should make amends for failing to appear for my appointed shift. Potentially a repeated failure to appear for my appointed shift.
[Anyone else'd probably consider dying a valid excuse for missing work, but Looma's not exactly one to break an agreement. Even if it was one involving a pirate's reality show bar. Which, admittedly, was still a little weird, but it was something to pass the time and feel productive about.]
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The bar loses staff often to events beyond their control. All I ask of everyone is that they help cover shifts when it happens. If you're available to return the favour some day, that's all that's needed.
Are you healthy? [She'd say okay? but honestly she figures what the answer to that might be.] It can take some time to recover properly. You can leave it to us until then.
[Video]
[He's very glad to see her alive but also very hesitant to hit her with the kind of enthusiasm he'd fling at most revived friends (sorry Looma, you're his friend now).]
This happened frequently in other universes I have been in. I'm glad that it happens here as well.
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...There is nothing about what you've just said that anyone should feel glad about.
[Why would anyone be happy the Atroma of all people have this kind of power at their fingertips?]
[Video]
No? I think that the least that the Atroma can do is resurrect us when they end our lives for their entertainment.
video.
[He knows she's furious and whatnot, but... y'know. He's not in her warpath, so he can afford to skip right to his concerns. He had been so very worried about the state of her and the others who had lost their lives... the fact that they're slowly returning has filled a small dark wound in his heart. Thank goodness.]
You should be resting yourself--!
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I have rested more than enough, Edwin Jarvis.
I do not want more of it, I want answers.
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Answers... I'm afraid they're not very easy to accept at face value.
I think -- I believe the Atroma were able to reconstruct everyone lost to the disaster.
How they did it... I haven't a clue.
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Mantis is dressed in loose fitting clothes as he scrambles over to where the crashing and smashing had come from. He can sense a general distress coming off of her, but doesn't dare go beyond that out of fear of four fists coming his way and a respect to her warnings when he first arrived.]
Looma! Stay still, we have no idea what Atroma did to bring you back. [He eventually finds enough composure to float and finds her sitting down.] We-welcome back, Captain.