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[ part two of two ] [ audio ] [ forward dated to one minute before the jump ]
[ The feeds starts with a cacophonic reverberation of flesh pounding repeatedly on metal as Hotspur slams his shoulder helplessly against a door. ]
We're jumping - this ship's about to jump and - and - I can't get out. I can't - there's... there's some kind of lock failure...
[ Nails on metal. Driven by desperation Hotspur somehow manages to rip the fascia of the door control panel off and noisily casts it to the floor. A few quiet seconds of rummaging amongst wires and ragged, harsh breathing from a man who knows he's about to die. ]
It - The lock. It's been broken. [ The audio feed lapses in to horrified silence as the realisation hits Hotspur hard. There's a dull rustle of fabric on metal as Hotspur slides miserably down the door to crumple on the ground. ] Not on purpose, surely... They wouldn't, that's... they wouldn't.
[ In the background, behind his words, the ship begins to creak. It's the noise of the metal skin and bones of the Tranquility itself - the brawny hide of a ship that's not going to stop its plotted jump just because one little life form isn't in its gravity couch. Everything begins to groan as the hulking mass prepares itself for the jump...
Hotspur isn't an idiot. He can see how this will end.
The copies of both of the transmissions he had made to his own personal datapad are uploaded on to the network with shaking fingers and a hasty explanation: ]
They said he went mad - Gallagher, the old captain. They said he killed the civilian command staff and it was all because of the jumps but--
[ A building noise, a crescendo of power. and there's just one last horrified, shaking groan as Hotspur breathes out a his final words: ]
'Don't believe everything they tell you.' Oh, Gods help m--
[ A roar of white noise, an angry rushing hiss, as the fabric of reality screams against the organic intruder in its realm as it warps around the Tranquility. If Hotspur screams then it's lost in the noise of the jump itself - a noise that ends abruptly as it started and blanks out into silence as the feed lapses into a long silence. ]
We're jumping - this ship's about to jump and - and - I can't get out. I can't - there's... there's some kind of lock failure...
[ Nails on metal. Driven by desperation Hotspur somehow manages to rip the fascia of the door control panel off and noisily casts it to the floor. A few quiet seconds of rummaging amongst wires and ragged, harsh breathing from a man who knows he's about to die. ]
It - The lock. It's been broken. [ The audio feed lapses in to horrified silence as the realisation hits Hotspur hard. There's a dull rustle of fabric on metal as Hotspur slides miserably down the door to crumple on the ground. ] Not on purpose, surely... They wouldn't, that's... they wouldn't.
[ In the background, behind his words, the ship begins to creak. It's the noise of the metal skin and bones of the Tranquility itself - the brawny hide of a ship that's not going to stop its plotted jump just because one little life form isn't in its gravity couch. Everything begins to groan as the hulking mass prepares itself for the jump...
Hotspur isn't an idiot. He can see how this will end.
The copies of both of the transmissions he had made to his own personal datapad are uploaded on to the network with shaking fingers and a hasty explanation: ]
They said he went mad - Gallagher, the old captain. They said he killed the civilian command staff and it was all because of the jumps but--
[ A building noise, a crescendo of power. and there's just one last horrified, shaking groan as Hotspur breathes out a his final words: ]
'Don't believe everything they tell you.' Oh, Gods help m--
[ A roar of white noise, an angry rushing hiss, as the fabric of reality screams against the organic intruder in its realm as it warps around the Tranquility. If Hotspur screams then it's lost in the noise of the jump itself - a noise that ends abruptly as it started and blanks out into silence as the feed lapses into a long silence. ]
Comment not here;
not here;
she knows that. has known it.
but hayley can't even throw up. her insides feel like there's an ugly hole in them. ]
( not here )
In truth she doesn't know if he'd been a good man, if he'd lived a good life, if he'd done good things in the time that was given to him. People die all the time, in terrible ways. The good and the bad — it's inescapable — and life is not kind.
Still, when Alayne watches the transmission, when he hears the fear in his voice and the terrifying noise of the ship as it burst into light and sound around him, she wonders what the names of his gods were. And if, in the end, they'd heard him.
Later that day, she prays for him. And wonders if her gods hear her as well. ]
NOT HERE;
not here
[With shaking hands, Ianto downloads the transmissions and secures them to his device, under layers upon layers of encryption. Hotspur won't have died for nothing. That's a vow.]
not here;
And now he's dead, and Jaye hasn't been this angry since Coyote's life was hanging in the balance. The fact that she knows the gods would guide him to the next life doesn't help, not when all she can see is red, not when her hands curl into fists.
Hotspur's death demands blood, and gods help her, but she'll do what she can to make sure it's paid in full. He deserves more than that, but it's all that she can give him, other than her prayers. ]
no subject
Comparisons to the Ishimura were closer than they appeared.
He quickly and quietly downloaded the files to his RIG's personal logbook. Maybe, like before. He can put the pieces together and figure out the truth.
And maybe this time people besides him will survive.]
NOT HERE.
not here;
of course this is all supposed to happen after the nap that tony honestly wants for the first time after a jump. which is why he's currently walking to his room to take said nap when he decides to take a peek at his device just to shoot off 'you suck' to banner. and then he sees this post.
tony doesn't get sick (not really) after jumps, before he can even stop himself and gain control over his gag reflex he practically slams into a wall and vomits on the ground in front of him. hotspur is dead. the closest thing he has to rhodey on this ship is dead. for once tony's mind, usually a mind that never stops going and going and going with ideas stops and all he can think about is that hotspur is dead. (you don't have to do this lone wolf, top gun shit. apparently he does, because wouldn't you fucking know it, look who's dead.)
he'll get revenge. soon. he just doesn't know how yet. tony's legs shake as he makes his way to his room, and once he does, he makes sure no one is getting into it but him before his legs finally give out and he finds himself on the floor, leaning against the wall. staring the things that he found in his locker. (god so much shit.) before he just picks up one of the plushies and throws it against the wall just to give him something to unleash his frustration and anger.
(hotspur is dead and they can't bring him back. he wasn't made of iron any more than tony is really. it's not fair.) ]
no subject
it's not the first time he's heard this kind of transmission. they're on file, back in Starfleet. distress signals were something they had covered, even outside of Jim's own masochistic curiousity
(it's like a lightning storm in space
that doesn't make any sense.
we know, that's why we're sending it to you.)
his hands tighten on the communicator, white knuckled, eyes blown wide at what he's witnessing, what he's hearing. the world goes quiet, despite the sound of everyone around them, of new arrivals, of the chaos of the jump. they had all known it was dangerous.
he can't hear the scream at the end, but he doesn't need to. it's so much more gruesome, hearing the strain in his voice, the panic, the despair even when the transmissions he offers are made public. Kirk's breathing shortens, shallow in his chest, sharp like blades digging into his lungs, the ice cold of Delta Vega.
it was too late, by now. they'd gone through the jump (he'd heard it on the feed), and Hotspur-
Hotspur was gone.
Hotspur had found something, and now he was dead.
the ringing he hears in his ears crescendos violently, (the needs of the many-) and Kirk sits down before the ringing can escalate to the point of knocking him off his feet. then, he works on grabbing the transmissions, redirecting his brain into what needs to get done.
people will panic.
people will want vengeance.
but they've been offered a piece of the puzzle, and Kirk takes that and runs with it. Hotspur gave it to them for a reason, and he wouldn't let that go to waste.]
no subject
Stats is about to settle into his pod and he realises he has no time to fetch Hotspur in time before the jump. Too far away.
He can't do anything.
At least, they're given something, but... Hotspur is going to die and Stats cannot do anything about it. Nobody can do anything.]
reaction; not here
He'd been busy helping out as long as he could, so his review of the network is a little later than he'd have preferred, but this post hits him right in the chest.
He's heard transmissions like it before, but it doesn't make it any less jarring. This is someone he got on with, someone he had respect for, and now all that's left of him is these messages, the last vestiges of a life and everything that it meant, everything it strived for. Someone who had died because he found out something that certain people didn't want him to know. It's a constant threat--trip over the wrong line of data, try too hard to find out why they were here and how to get home, and this fate could await any of them.
The panic is palpable, and even if his death seemed quick, Nathan knows that the certainty of death isn't. It's a feeling he understands intimately, having felt it himself. It stretches out, until every second is at once too little and too much, and you think about how you got there, and what you haven't done, the people you can't apologise to or say goodbye to. But nothing matters any more; the feeling of hopelessness in the pit of your stomach isn't worth thinking about, because soon you won't even be feeling that much.
He flicks off the feed the moment when it turns to silence, and goes to find himself a strong drink. He'll toast to him later. ]
NOT HERE.
he's heard that scream before, and heard mens pray to their gods for mercy, for aide. no, this it not so different from others deaths robb has seen, but for the fact that he knows this man. he'd been so wary of him, this strange-voiced man who bore the kingslayers face, a lannister face to match the lion inked into his skin. he'd never been comfortable around him, never managed to quite get rid of the suspicion that colored all his conversations with him.
and now he was dead, and robb isn't the sort of man who speaks eulogies, so he holds his tongue, and shuts off his device. ]
[not here]
For once, the omniscient little girl will have no idea what has happened. The very first person she trusted on this ship is gone and Chase, unaware, will simply head to the gravity couch and continue her normal routine of checking on the new arrivals once they surface. ]