Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds

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Out of credits, Game Over. [Open - During Shore Leave]
Not now...
expendable_mind wrote in trans_9
The Shodan incident had left more than a foul memory, in fact, it was so bad that the details were hazy.

But he knew he'd gone rogue, and he knew that he caused a lot of damage... and hurt people he cared about. There was no excuse, this was were he belonged. That however didn't make it any more depressing. He'd missed the new crew members, and he would miss much of the going ons but Splicer was used to being alone...

He had his team back after all, even if they were back at home. For now, he'd simply sit there, slumped against the cell wall and think of the thing's he'd done.

Man... this is the shit that the other Spectres got killed for... way to lose it cowboy...

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If he looked out, he would see Starfire sleeping on the other side of the bars. She had snuck off to stay behind when the rest of the crew had departed for the snowy planet. That was not important, not now.

Instead, she slept on the other side of the bars, out on a bench somewhere. It didn't look comfortable, but she needed to be here.

He felt horrible at seeing her there. She should be out having fun with the rest of the crew, she certainly deserved much more than a cold bench in a dark room...

His eyes drifted over her form and he sighed. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying having company... But it just didn't feel right.

"Hey beautiful... you awake?"

It wasn't long before she stirred. Starfire's hand twitched, then her head flopped, and then she was rolling off the bench to stare at him from the floor. She wasn't the most graceful being in the morning.

"Shadow! You are awake!"

But that realization woke her right up. She scooted as close to the edge of the cage as she dared, staring.

"I have been so worried. Do you remember now?"

He couldn't help but smile at the silly display. Relieved that she seemed safe and unharmed.

"I am, yeah."

Splicer simply looked at her. What if he had hurt her in the wake of his berserk outrage? Not Star... He wouldn't have! Would he?

His eyes narrowed in displeasure at unpleasant thoughts before he looked back at her.

"Sort of... My mind's still hazy from all the strain... but I'll recover." Hopefully...

Even though she eventually planned to wander outside (for once) this shore leave, Mindfuck thought it imperative to at least see if the crazy had worn off on her telepathic comrade. Given how painful the sudden return of her abilities had been, she could only imagine his discomfort.

She was nowhere to be seen, but his mental chastising did receive a reply.

"Oh, I'm sure that's the case, but let's be glad for small (actually gigantic) miracles; (as in) think of the magnitude of damage that would have been caused had you gone into a psychotic rage and still possessed your psionic abilities. It's not as bad (but still fairly terrible...oops, I'm not helping, am I?) by comparison."

Splicer was actually comforted by the 'sound' of the familiar telepathic link.

"I'm fairly certain I don' wana think 'bout how bad it'd been if I kept 'em..."

He paused for a moment, a sense of disgust in the pit of his stomach.

"Apologies f' I don't recall... head's still hazy but... I... didn't hurt you none did I?"

"Oh, none at all (though the 'self-preservation' route might have helped with that). When I noticed that I had been cut off from all sources of my abilities, I left the city, only to see the ah...disagreement (rampage) you had. Not one for dodging bullets and disarming bombs (Matrix-level theatrics aren't in my skill-set), I went to one of the many safe zones to aid in technological endeavors against the threat (not you)."

"I see... well that's a relief at least. I'm glad you were safe and seem to be unharmed."

Because right now, that was his main concern. He could rebuild the City, no problem. it would just take a lot of work and time. But if he had caused any serious harm to any of the few friends he had... He wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.

Zouichi rapped on Splicer's cell door. He was holding something, although it wasn't clear what. It was wrapped in a colored cloth -- something he'd bought on shore leave?

"Hey. How're you doing?"

And then there was one of his few friends on the ship... a friend he'd not only shot at, but threw all sorts of explosives and sent on a chase through out the City to clear his fuck up.

You'll have to forgive him if he tries not to look up seeing as he feels he doesn't deserve the presence.

"Eh, I'm sure this is five star treatment compared to what I woulda gotten back home for this whole shitstorm... So I'm alright... How about you?"

"I've been doing all right." Zouichi pulled up a chair outside the cell and sat down.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Because he had some suspicions, but it was hard to really tell for sure.

Splicer sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"I wish I could tell you in detail myself... But my head's still hazy. I just remember a sudden blackout and the biggest migraine I have felt in my life... When I came to I...."

He paused, holding his head for a moment and closing his eyes tight to stave off the pain before shaking his head.

"I remember that thing... the AI... at first I had thought it was Stacy, fuck knows she's a crazy bitch, and... then they... they just didn't respond... my team... they... I thought they... were dead..."

The echo of footsteps would have alerted Splicer that someone was coming to visit him. And it was one Aya Brea, a nonplussed expression on her face.

"Glad to see you're still alive and kickin'." she said, after a long moment of just looking though the bars.

"Hey there," Another person he didn't deserve to see. He was fairly certain he hadn't harm her... At least he hoped not. He'd grown fond of the strong blonde and she made for a great comrade and friend.

"Somewhat... though for a moment I thought it woulda been better if I hadn't. Stupid thoughts yanno?" He gave a weak chuckle.

"I'm not gonna lecture you on the benefits of being alive because I'm sure you've heard it all before and you know it all already, so there."

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him.

"It's gonna be Winter Shoreleave... they called for everyone to head down planetside. Want anything?"

Splicer gave her a light grin and nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Just trying to grab for that silver linin' and all that." I don't think that's how it works Splicer...

"At the mention of the shore leave he nodded, "Yeah actually," he rubbed the back of his head absentmindedly. "I sent a message on the comms when I got a chance, the list should be there... I mean, you don't gotta, but I'd appreciate it greatly."

He smiled,"I'd totally reward you for it too. A good reward and all." Okay, so it was a half-hearted attempt to be playful considering how he felt. But still, he's trying his best to get back together!

"I'll have a look then, see if there's anything I can pick up..."

But that was something for a later time. Aya could tell that Splicer had been taking his recent period of instability to heart, and that he was beating himself up over it. She only hoped that he would get better, because he had grown to like him as a friend and teammate.

She gets down to her knees though, and looks him at eye level.

"But tell me about you. I got worried back then."

Admittedly, Tim hadn't really known him. Of course, his impression had... not exactly been a positive one, after what had happened. But, being a member of security, and old habits dying hard, he found himself in the brig to investigate.

"I trust you're more stable."

"I don't think stable's the right word for it... But I'm mostly back to my old self."

Hello security man, he's hoping you're just like the guards in Korhal and came to beat a man down when he's already grounded. At least someone kicking him around would make him feel better.

"Good," Tim said. Unfortunately for him, though, the officer wasn't the type for that; he wouldn't assault without a good reason. And while Splicer was detained? There wasn't a good reason.

"I'm interested to learn the details of what happened." He could just read the report, but he preferred to do his own work, when he could.

"What is there to say?" Lots actually.

"Well, there's stuff, but I'm not one to just dabble away and bore everyone here. But I'll be happy to answer anything you'd like to know."

Not like he had anywhere else to go!

"It's depressing how often you idiots go missing on me, and it's even more depressing how often I end up finding you in here." Trudy stood in front of Splicer's cell with her hands in the pockets of her bomber jacket, frowning at him. "How the hell am I supposed to run a military with that kind of shit?"

She was briefed on what happened, of course. Her pilots didn't sneeze on this ship without her knowing about it.

Oh wow, the commander was the last person he thought he'd see in here, at least that was what he'd dubbed her, not really sure of her title. She was his superior and he had great respect for her. Not to mention he didn't take his shit either.

He smiled weakly before looking towards her.

"Hey hey now, it's my first offense on board this ship! Granted, that's only because I haven't been here long. Though I do question your choice of pilots considerin' ya got me."

Sure it was an attempt to mask how shitty he felt about himself and that whole incident. But still... he was trying.

"Let's see," Trudy said, scrolling through her omnicomm. "You distributed several explosives throughout the City, nearly putting Zouichi and Tim in traction... mind telling me exactly what happened out there?"

She had a vested interest in making sure that kind of bugnuts didn't happen while he was in a cockpit.

"Oh, well, when you put it that way..."

He sighed and slumped back against the wall.

"From what I've been told, some OTHER psycho AI decided to pull the plug on our powers..." He paused for a moment and looked almost warily at her.

"If I lose my psionics.... I can't handle my mental dampeners... and that leaves my head completely open to the already... extensive damage... And anything can trigger a berserk reaction at that point. Almost like overloading myself on Stims."

He hated talking about that stuff. He never did. But the way he was trained, a commanding officer was above else, and she was one of the few he followed.

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