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?"

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)."

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?"

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?"

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.

"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.

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