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ataraxion2012-01-16 01:47 am
spacecommander) wrote in ataraxion2012-01-16 01:47 am
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[He wouldn't wear the provided uniform, oh no. Not when his own uniform was inside of his locker. Maybe he wasn't a Federation officer anymore, but he wasn't going to surrender his only way of life, himself, to the unknown. There were many thoughts running through Travis' mind after he hazily followed the given instructions, halfway dressed, and made his way to his numbered door. 002»057, just as it was etched onto his mechanical arm. As he opened the door, a vague memory stirred... something about Jake. No, Blanche... Blake? ...and aliens, was it? Star What? Vaughn– Avon? He sat down on the meticulously made bed and rubbed his shoulder. It felt strangely like an energy graze, but when was he in a crossfire?
Nothing was adding up. He was somewhere that was completely alien to him, with an injury that he couldn't remember getting, and to top it all off, there was a strange feeling harbouring in his head that he should very well have been dead. He should have been dead a fair few times to his credit, but this time it wasn't sitting right - or maybe that was the nausea rekindling. He didn't know why th– what was this number on his arm?
Oh, right.
And then the tiniest sliver of memory came through. He couldn't remember the shootout or anything of merit from the incident at Star One, really, but he had a faint hinting of sending the coordinates to... somewhere. The ones that Servalan wanted. The ones he took from those primitive barbarians. He gave them to an alien for... for. There was a good reason. Probably.
Backtracking his muddled thoughts some, he immediately stood up and clenched his fists. Had he been taken prisoner? It damn well seemed like it. He zipped his uniform the rest of the way and grabbed the communicator which he hadn't given any notice to before, switching on the video link. There's a feigned calmness trying to override the anger in his voice.]
I don't know who any of you are, or what I'm doing here, but I demand answers. Specifically, who is in charge of this ship?
Nothing was adding up. He was somewhere that was completely alien to him, with an injury that he couldn't remember getting, and to top it all off, there was a strange feeling harbouring in his head that he should very well have been dead. He should have been dead a fair few times to his credit, but this time it wasn't sitting right - or maybe that was the nausea rekindling. He didn't know why th– what was this number on his arm?
Oh, right.
And then the tiniest sliver of memory came through. He couldn't remember the shootout or anything of merit from the incident at Star One, really, but he had a faint hinting of sending the coordinates to... somewhere. The ones that Servalan wanted. The ones he took from those primitive barbarians. He gave them to an alien for... for. There was a good reason. Probably.
Backtracking his muddled thoughts some, he immediately stood up and clenched his fists. Had he been taken prisoner? It damn well seemed like it. He zipped his uniform the rest of the way and grabbed the communicator which he hadn't given any notice to before, switching on the video link. There's a feigned calmness trying to override the anger in his voice.]
I don't know who any of you are, or what I'm doing here, but I demand answers. Specifically, who is in charge of this ship?
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[His tone lessens, but he remains stern, and speaks slowly.]
I am merely looking for answers.
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[He could hardly be of the new arrivals if he was willing to answer questions.]
What is your function on this ship?
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He's got his ladyfriend, too. Head of the engineering department, or something. Think they're the only ones.
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As for my function? Same as you. I guess you could define it as passenger.
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And they're human, the captain and first mate?
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But, you do have a point.
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Unless they're just as clueless as everyone else. I'd hate to waste the effort.
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They do seem rather out of the loop.
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