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[ 6 ] [ video ] less derring-do than quiet care
[ The really interesting thing about this video broadcast is the fact that it's not actually coming from inside the Tranquility. Hotspur's in the pilot seat of the first shuttle - the one he affectionately named Faith all those months ago back when they all first arrived. His face is lit by the soft glow of the avionic displays in front of him and he sits back from the controls, slack-handed and staring with thick pre-occupation out of the shuttle windows instead.
His comms device - propped up on the co-pilots seat beside him - offers a profile view of Hotspur's features... and beyond him, a bit of the outer hull of the Tranquility suspended against the backdrop of deep space.
Red-eyed, ashen-faced... Hotspur's clearly hasn't been sleeping very well. Being the robust, brick-outhouse sort of fellow that isn't prone to negativity it usually takes a hell of a lot to make him feel less than 100% of his usual awesomeness but here we are. His expression is pained and with one hand he absently fidgets with the loose-hanging metal dogtags that fall around his neck. He doesn't speak up immediately but when he does it's a distant murmur. ]
...Full of them. Even the bad ones.
[ It's an off-hand comment more to himself than the video feed running live beside him. But then, as if only just remembering that it was recording, he seems to pull himself together and turn his head to address the comms device directly. ]
Look, I know not everyone out here's got much time for talk about the Gods and religion and all that but for those folk that do...
[ He pauses and exhales a brief sigh; this little crisis of faith is turning out to be pretty damn painful and he briefly struggles to hunt down the right words to express what he wants to ask. ]
Well. I'm kind of strugglin' to see how this whole... adventure fits in with whatever it is the Gods have got in store for me. For us all. I mean, it's not that I don't have faith that They know what's best, I... I just --
[ He pauses again and his gaze travels wildly around the cockpit until it fixates on the massive hull of the Tranquility beyond the shuttle's screen. ]
I'm not really sure if demons and possessions and all that is just a really really effective test of faith or that maybe we're all just a little bit too far away for the Gods to help us.
His comms device - propped up on the co-pilots seat beside him - offers a profile view of Hotspur's features... and beyond him, a bit of the outer hull of the Tranquility suspended against the backdrop of deep space.
Red-eyed, ashen-faced... Hotspur's clearly hasn't been sleeping very well. Being the robust, brick-outhouse sort of fellow that isn't prone to negativity it usually takes a hell of a lot to make him feel less than 100% of his usual awesomeness but here we are. His expression is pained and with one hand he absently fidgets with the loose-hanging metal dogtags that fall around his neck. He doesn't speak up immediately but when he does it's a distant murmur. ]
...Full of them. Even the bad ones.
[ It's an off-hand comment more to himself than the video feed running live beside him. But then, as if only just remembering that it was recording, he seems to pull himself together and turn his head to address the comms device directly. ]
Look, I know not everyone out here's got much time for talk about the Gods and religion and all that but for those folk that do...
[ He pauses and exhales a brief sigh; this little crisis of faith is turning out to be pretty damn painful and he briefly struggles to hunt down the right words to express what he wants to ask. ]
Well. I'm kind of strugglin' to see how this whole... adventure fits in with whatever it is the Gods have got in store for me. For us all. I mean, it's not that I don't have faith that They know what's best, I... I just --
[ He pauses again and his gaze travels wildly around the cockpit until it fixates on the massive hull of the Tranquility beyond the shuttle's screen. ]
I'm not really sure if demons and possessions and all that is just a really really effective test of faith or that maybe we're all just a little bit too far away for the Gods to help us.
[video]
[ A hull integrity breech on one of the Corp's larger warships; nothing overly-complicated. Hotspur can wave these kinds of things off so nonchalantly purely because he's seen so much worse. ]
But I've been spaced though. A bit of stupid skylarking between me and a couple of pals ended badly.
[ His gaze is drifting to idly inspect the seams of the reinforced glass that separates him from the vastness of space on the other side. ]
But I guess... I'm still here... still flying. Be it loss of control of a 'plane or ejecting in deep space, we don't let these things put us off, right?
[video]
Quietly he inclines his head. The last bit rings true. ]
If we did, we wouldn't be flying in the first place. But it's in our blood; it's unavoidable.
[video]
[ He echoes Nathan's last word distractedly and glances back out to the depths of space beyond the shuttle screen one last time before returning his attention whole-heartedly back on to the screen. ]
What's your name, anyway? 'Cause if you feel like giving it a go I wouldn't mind giving a crash course on the shuttle controls. [ A crooked smirk, and Hotspur allows a creep of that familiar kind of military banter that exists only between those who've served to creep in to his voice as he adds: ] If you still feel you can handle a stick, that is.
[video]
[ His answer to the last bit is the slightest cock of his head, and a similar grin, all shining political and dazzling over the top charm. Pilot, politician, slimeball lawyer--it's the smile that helps him to fit them all. ] I might be a little out of practice but you never forget how to fly. You'll give me a call when you've got the time?