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Who: Aaron
Broadcast: Network - OTA
Action: Anywhere aboard the SS Bloodsport
When: Saturday

ACTION » SS BLOODSPORT

[The new arrival on the bridge makes a quick getaway, out of the lights and the sounds of the area and into the corridor, slipping as best he can with his 6'1" frame into the shadows just on the other side of the doorway (but not before pocketing a couple of those pudding cups, one can never be too greedy when it comes to sources of food).]

This can't be real.

[The words are uttered just above a whisper before he reaches to his belt, where an empty knife case hangs, and his slightly uneasy disbelief is quickly replaced with panic as he pats his pockets (however unlikely it is that he absentmindedly slipped a big knife into a pocket instead of his holster). He takes a steadying breath, eyes darting about before heading forward warily, slipping into the kitchen/galley area. Seeing no one else around after checking several hiding places, anyone who investigates the sounds of opening drawers will find a man with curly, dirty blood hair rifling through the utensil drawers looking for...something.

Once he's found a steak knife (which is better than nothing, thanks), he's going to continue exploring every door he can open on this ship, so the odds of him stumbling upon another crew member are pretty high. No matter what state he finds them in, he raises his hands to show he means no harm.]

I don't want any trouble. I just need some answers. My name is Aaron.

NETWORK BROADCAST » AUDIO

[Later, once he's gotten his bearings more he makes the following broadcast, careful and diplomatic in his wording. He still doesn't know what to make of this place or the people in it, and he doesn't blindly trust people the way he used to.]

Hello. I've only just arrived recently, and I'm under the impression many of you have been here for much longer. If you can offer me any sort of insight into this setup, I'd really appreciate it. To start things off slow and hopefully on the right foot, my name's Aaron, and I've been assigned as a Communications Officer on the SS Bloodsport.

Also, if the following names sound familiar, or you happen to own any of them, I'd be happy to hear from you:

Rick Grimes. Daryl Dixon. Glenn Rhee. Maggie Greene. Abraham Ford. Rosita Espinosa. Michonne. Carl Grimes. Sasha Williams.

[He lets a moment pass before ending his broadcast.]

Thank you for time and any help you can offer.

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Kinda familiar.

[ don't let the fact that he's an asshole fool you, friend, he's glad to hear from you. sort of. to the extent you can be glad to hear that someone's been kidnapped by aliens, you know. ]

[He literally never has, Daryl.]

Hey, Daryl.

[It's a comfort to hear his voice. There are few men more capable than Daryl Dixon, after all.]

This is...I don't think my vocabulary can describe what this is.

[ yeah, that checks out. it'd be annoying if Aaron wasn't so genuinely likeable. the bastard. ]

Crazy, I know. [ Daryl's not exactly wordy at the best of times and really, the whole situation is unbelievable enough that he still halfway expects to wake up. ]

You good?

[ Checking in seems like a better first order of business. Especially for someone straight out of the shitshow they call home. Daryl's a worrier, ok. ]

Crazy, sure. That's...apt enough.

[He adds an uneasy chuckle to illustrate exactly how true that is.]

I...uh. [He takes a steeling breath before continuing.] Yeah, I'm...still reeling, but I'm good. Though, the more I talk to anyone from home, the more I realize you've all been here for months and...I just saw you, so...that's strange.

[A beat.]

What about you? Where do you fit into all this?

Same as the rest I guess. Been here a few months, on the Tourist. Not as long as Carl and Maggie.

[ What else? He thinks on it a moment. ]

Carol was here a while, she's gone now.

How have you been holding up? [Not the others. He can get that from them. But you? You're not comfortable inside walls for long periods of time. To be honest, neither is he. It's why the two of you make such a good team.]

I can't really say I'm glad she went home. It's not as though it's a great alternative...intergalactic kidnapping not withstanding. We do have cable. [Aaron. Your jokes are bad.]

Ain't so bad. Mostly.

[ It's not great. He gets stir-crazy as hell, but Aaron can probably guess at that. ]

People come and go, I guess. Not much we can do.

[ They're all better off here, weird as it is. ]

I can imagine. [And he knows exactly what he means.]

It's...sort of a tenuous situation, isn't it? This place...isn't perfect, not by any means, but it's...it has its virtues.

Long as you don't care they stuck a thing in your head.

[Yeah, there's...that, definitely.]

It's fairly safe to assume it's not removable, isn't it?

Ain't found a way yet.

Well.

[Crap. Still, his glass is always half full, right?]

They aren't completely useless. They...help of know how all this stuff works, right?

Mmn.

[ yeah, he can't disagree, much as the augments creep him out they're kind of necessary. ]

Can't drive a spaceship without it I guess.

Yeah, see?

[It's a piss-poor justification and even he knows it.]

I'm trying really hard to see the bright side here, Daryl.

There's bright sides.

[ Like next-to-no undead. He can't straight up say no undead, after that ugly business on the station, but close! ]

Easiest if you try not to think about 'em.

[Sure, there are bright sides. This place is actually a lot better than home. Now, if everyone were here, it would be good.]

Yeah, probably. Is...there a lot of call for security on these ships?

[That might be a good thing to know.]

Most places we been, it's pretty quiet.

[ Aside from that whole accidental outbreak with the space station which was kind of their fault, but maybe let him settle in before someone breaks that bit of news. ]

Ships've got some weapons, though. I'm Security officer on mine.

In comparison, or in general?

[It was an important distinction, after all. He smiles at Daryl's information, though, and it comes through in his voice.]

Of course you are. I...wonder how they choose.

General.

[ well okay the space olympics weren't quite, but they were reasonably safe. ]

Dunno. Ain't really anyone to ask.

Well, that's good news at least.

[There's a pause, but not a long one. Daryl is probably aware of how unlikely it is for Aaron to stay quiet or in one place for too long.]

Have you spent much time on that large ship? Not the Marsiva, but the other one?

Mnn, some.

[ being cooped up in a spaceship is possibly the worst part of being kidnapped by aliens. He gets it. ]

Almost like bein' off the ships. Good when we're out between planets.

Nice. Maybe you should give me the tour. I have a feeling if anyone knows that thing, it's you.

Sure. Go hikin' up that mountain.

That sounds like a plan...

[Wait.]

...mountain?

You'll see.

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