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Who: Clark Kent and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: The week of his arrival.

I don't suppose I could click my heels three times. . . [ Only Clark gets his little joke. ]

I'll keep this brief. My name is Clark - I'm from Kansas.

[ He's been the new guy at work often enough to sound chill about this, but he is feeling a little shaky having woken up here in the middle of his workday. To top it off, not being able to hear his mother's heartbeat is jarring.

There's some stress baking in Clark's future. ]

What do you make of this place? I'm curious to know how it compares to where you come from.

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[ Oh no, it's a child. ]

Where're you from?

King County, Georgia. Nice to meet you, Clark.

The pleasure's mine, Carl. Is anyone else you know also here?

There are a few, yeah.

Did they come at the same time, if you don't mind my asking?

I had someone with me when I came here, then more showed up.

They all left at one point, then they started showing up again.

[ That's odd. ]

Is that normal?

Here? Yeah. Anyone can come and go without warning.

How often?

It depends on how the Atroma feel. Some people are here for years, others are gone in a few weeks.

I'd guess they feel they want to keep the more entertaining ones around. . .

I guess so? I mean, I don't see why I'm all that entertaining.

I think all of us have better things to do. [ He sighs heavily. ]

I'm sorry to hear you've been here for so long.

[ But Carl said he could get supplies here. . . it's not the best situation, but if it's better than his home. . . ]

They like to interrupt when there's important shit to be done.

What were you in the middle of?

Trying to kill an asshole that deserves nothing better than rotting in the ground.

[ #justteenagethings ]

[ It's a little strong, but it doesn't shock him. People don't usually say that without having a good reason. ]

I know the type.

There's always someone like that. Who think they're bettering the world, but don't give a shit about who they step on to get what they want.

[ Softly: ]

Yes.

[ Very recently, too.

He never thought he'd ever be able to kill somebody until Zod.

Peace is more important than killing, but he hurts because they might be the same for this young man. ]

Let's hope the Atroma don't bring him here.

If he does, he doesn't have hold. Doesn't have his men.

He'd get torn apart before he could say something smart. There are people a lot stronger than he is in the Fleet.

[ Personally, he'd love to see Negan go up against someone like Kara or Natasha. They'd eat him alive. Not that death mattered in this place for long.. ]

[ All that anger.

Clark just hurts for him. ]

Yes, there are. [ Himself included. ]

You sound like you know a thing or two about it.

[ His tone is more curious than condescending. Everything is possible in the fleet. There are even gods. Who is to say that another one hasn't shown up? ]

[ He pauses. ]

I might.

[ He doesn't like to presume he's above all. Clark, until recently, had never met anyone who's as strong as him.

And here? Kara is. ]

But I think that's a conversation best had over a cup of coffee, don't you?

If you want to keep it semi-private, yeah. With this, anyone can listen.

[ It's an interesting idea, of course. Sitting down for a chat with someone of unknown strength. There are plenty of ways to get to know somebody, and this way seems unfamiliar to him. It's a little nostalgic, isn't it? ]

Then why don't we talk when I'm off the Marsiva?