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[heresyandlace]

Who: The burrito of death (aka Tek)
Broadcast: Audio, open to the fleet
Action: Bloodsport cargo hold
When: Broadcast day after the attack - Action open all month

[this one is sent in audio only, because goodness no one needs to see his current face--though, his voice isn't right either. it's too light, too delicate, and there is a little too much purr to it. especially without the aid of a video feed, it's hard to tell whether the speaker is male or female or monster at all.

and the tone is nothing but flat.]

Everyone is safe and accounted for? Nothing is entirely amiss? Wonderful.

[he isn't bitter about no one asking about his absence at all. nope. not one bit.]

So, I guess it's about time to start returning to our old routine, hmm? Everyone ready for things to go back to normal? Especially with such a good distraction from our recent little 'vacation home,' I know I sure am ready to forget about everything that just happened.

[this weapons-grade sarcasm could burn a hole through the floor.]

Especially with all of this new spending cash. ...Have you all checked your accounts today? The bonuses are already rolling in.

Isn't it wonderful.

[this sorry creature feels sickened and infuriated and doesn't have the strength to vent it any other way. so, a pissy broadcast it is!

and for anyone wandering the Red Fish any time soon, he can be found actually sitting up now. still wrapped in blankets and misery, but he's at least upright. it's a step.]

Comments

[whereivebeen]

Jeeze, what sort of spiky fucker crawled up your ass?

[heresyandlace]

Oh, I'm sorry, am I disturbing your leisurely drift through space?

I'm sure you were enjoying yourself. Please, get comfortable, kick up your feet. Don't let me stop you.

Not really here

[wolfuncaged]

[You know what would have been wonderful, Tek? YOU STAYING FUCKING DEAD.

Fenris would really like to respond to this, to go find Tek and punch him in the face repeatedly. But he's been asked to leave Tek be. He makes note that the dragonguy is at least concious again, though. Just in case.

You stay away from his people, douchebucket]

[noctiphile]

Tek? I take this as a sign you're doing well? Or—better?

[HE WAS WORRIED BUD]

[heresyandlace]

[oh it's you. he 'overheard' your last visit, young man.]

Oh I'm doing marvelously. Top shape. Never been better.

action...............

[dawnwillcome]

[The smart thing to do would be to not leave her busted up ship to go find Tek on another ship without backup and without even telling anyone where she was going, and yet here is Jove making her way to the Red Fish's cargo hold with nothing on her except a few gifts to... what, make up for what she did? That could be funny if it weren't so sad.

No, she doesn't plan to ask for forgiveness, or to try to explain why she had done what she did. Out of a desire to protect she had been part of what nearly killed Tek, and there's no taking that back now. She should have contacted him sooner, found him before now, but there's nothing to do for that either.

So she goes, alone and unarmed, to find him. Smart.]

Tek?

[heresyandlace]

[in the corner of the hold, surrounded by a few blackish stains on the floor, is a pile of blankets and pillows that have been arranged into a sad excuse for the nest he'd built back on his ship. and in the middle of this makeshift nest is presumably Tek, wearing one blanket swaddled around himself like the layers of a robe--complete with a hood pulled forward to shade his face.

and even from across the hold, it's pretty clear that very little about him is as it should be. even the aura that he normally carries around with him feels like only a shadow of what it was before. he only loosely resembles the person that she's familiar with... though the low, hateful little growl that he answers with might ring a bell or two.]

Voice

[onlyanapple]

So that's where you ended up.

Voice

[heresyandlace]

I'm sure you've just been sick with worry.

[oh the deadest voice in the land.]

action;

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Should I come back later?

[says the guy in the doorway holding a parcel of what is most likely very raw meat. he was going to feed him, but if Tek is busy yelling at the network...]

action;

[heresyandlace]

[he casually chucks his communicator out of the nest with a lazy flick of his wrist.

and that... is probably the only answer Robin is going to get.]

[ Audio ]

[justamobster]

[ Have a familiar voice, Tek! He sounds frustrated. ]

We gotta go through that every time t'get paid... Fuck it. M'robbin' a Goddamn space bank.

[ Audio ]

[heresyandlace]

[oh hey... there's a little pause before he actually answers.]

I'm sure if we fail to entertain, they will just keep raising the stakes.

Everything bores an audience eventually, after all.

video;

[invigorates]

[ hey angry guy she is completely oblivious to who you actually are because HEY she never spoke to you before... oops. ]

We were rewarded for surviving an assault on our lives? Seems rather inappropriate, given what we dealt with...

audio;

[heresyandlace]

[and... oh... is that another familiar face? he's fairly sure he remembers there being a little dark-skinned female with luminescent markings, but he's thinking a bit before jumping to conclusions.]

It's terribly inappropriate, of course. Especially without a single word from our keepers afterward.

[wordmiser]

[...is that?

It can't be. She must be imagining things. That doesn't stop her from abandoning whatever she was doing and trotting off to find Tek.because once she does she will totally crouch down in front of him and eye his pathetic state.

Sup Dragon Boss. It's been a while.]

[heresyandlace]

[his automatic reaction to having someone barge into his little sanctuary and get close is to hiss and curl in on himself like a wounded snake.

with his blankets and sheets wrapped up like a hooded robe, he's automatically shifting his weight back, poised for defense... but it's just an animal reaction.

the rest of him is catching up with a small delay. first the realization that she must be from this ship, and then the itching recognition that follows shortly after. he knows her face--he's sure of it--but placing it doesn't come quickly.

maybe he met her at the very beginning of this adventure? there had been so many...]

...What do you want?

[audio]

[mysunnydisposition]

I don't think anyone said anything about forgetting this. I see a lot of people trying to repair the damage and making sure everyone's still in one piece.

That... doesn't seem like a problem to me.

[audio]

[heresyandlace]

That's what comes next. It's an educated prediction.

Especially when they throw projects at us to keep us busy, while they pay us for a job well done and settle in to watch the rest of our struggle.

video;

[hymnals]

I'm not interested in any of this literal fucking blood money.

audio;

[heresyandlace]

Well...

[ah, finally. someone who sounds as angry as he is.]

Aren't you glad that it has already been credited to your account without any consent? I'm sure they're expecting you to be thankful for it.

audio;

[got_it_memorized]

[He gives a low whistle. Somebody needs a nap.]

But tell us how you really feel.

audio;

[heresyandlace]

[there's a scoff, followed by a not-entirely-human-sounding little rumble]

Am I bothering you?

Video

[hearsthesea]

They always said we were here for others to watch. I never thought it would involve something like...this, but that shouldn't be as important as the fact that we all made it.

[Shirley's tone is conciliatory, but she doesn't look so pleased either.]

oh jeez I somehow missed this???

[heresyandlace]

[and that reaction just isn't good enough for him. his voice is nothing but cold and short when he answers.]

Of course we made it. If they ruined us entirely, where is the suspense in that? They want an audience on the edge of their seats, not disappointed.

I expect the serious maimings won't happen until next time. Maybe they'll even through in a death to spice things up.

Cargo Hold

[killedwithlove]

[He might not have noticed, but with no one else around, the pain is clear and he follows it back, into the ship and weaving down into the cargo hold.

His footsteps are silent. There's two knives across his back, in sheaths, and his hat hides his face from clear view.]

Hurts so bad. Betrayal, backstabbed, bleeding out... Hello?

[heresyandlace]

[he hadn't been sleeping, and it couldn't really even be called rest, but the voice does stir him out of some sort of lull. over in the corner of the room, bundled up in a nest of blankets and bedthings, he's roused back to full awareness.

there's someone here. he assumes it's someone who actually lives here.

but he's feeling quite animal right now, so a low growl of annoyance rumbles in his throat instead of words as he turns to peer over in the direction of his visitor. and when he does finally speak, his voice is just flat and tired. nothing but unfriendly.]

...Can I help you?