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[So, this last jump? Aaron got a gun. Just walked up to his locker for his clothes, clicked it open, and there it was. Sitting on top of his leather jacket, a few cases of ammunition behind it.

He really missed his gun.

Which is why, today, he's not addressing the network through text. Instead, he's sitting in his room, a single gold case (it almost looks like cigarette case) hanging around his neck, face serious and posture... well, it almost looks a little threatening.]

I need to know how often people from your worlds show up, people you know. When one person ends up here, do other people follow? That sort of thing.

Also... I need a chemist. [His expression tenses a little, almost darkens] Consider it urgent.

[There's a quick pause, and Aaron's lifting up the handgun he'd been given this jump, wiggling it in plain view of the camera.]

People from Outcome... Byer? You know what this means.

[And, almost looking smug, he leans forward and flicks the feed off.]

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[ Oh it's you. ]

Not always. I've been here since jump six, had one person show up and then disappear again. That's it.

[Oh, hey, sup.]

Good to know. People from back home? You don't want them showing up here.

[He'll just be over here. Refusing to put his weapon down.]

[ Your gun boner apparently. ]

Think that depends on the person.

[Don't you judge him.]

Guess the psychopaths on board might enjoy it.

[But no, really, let's just keep the crazy CIA conspiracy people away from the ship for now.]

[ She's not judging. ]

Wait, you mean people showing up from your home?

[ Yes please. ]

[This just in: Aaron sucks at talking to people] Yeah.

You have any government conspiracies where you come from?

[Well, okay, definitely not just in. There's a reason he was always shoved into the military infiltration missions instead of the go deep undercover and climb the ranks of leadership until you can headshot the terrorist leaders missions.]

[ Shrug. ]

Probably. Doesn't having a government kind of mean that shit is going to happen?

[ Also definitely not just in: Jaye does not trust the government. ]

[Blake still isn't showing his face on the network if he doesn't have to. Stupid black eyes.]

As far as I can tell, it's completely random. Some people have quite a few people from home, some have none. No pattern that I've been able to discern.

No discernible pattern is as of yet readily available, as you've been told.

Instead, I'd like to inquire as to the parameters necessary for your chemist.

[ he feels the need to voice his opinion. he also feels the need to... not... attach his name to it! and luckily enough, anonymous text is an option. ]

Wow, this is a really creepy post!

Don't hold your breath.

What do you need a chemist for?

Worried about someone from back home paying you a visit?

[Her gaze settles on his handgun for a moment before she looks at his face again.]

[Screw the threatening posture-- sure that's what had caught Simon's attention first cause damn, the guy can carry it off almost as well as Kable ca- could, but screw it even if it makes him almost fondly think of home, and screw most of what the guy's saying, because what had kept Simon's attention was the gun.

The shiny, shiny Beretta 92FS, not an M9 from the looks of it, and the same model he knew Kable had used back in his days in the military. And well sure, his 'Con had also been framed for murder using the same weapon, but hey, it was still a gorgeous pistol, alright.]

Well shit, if that gun doesn't say special forces I don't know what does.

No one from mine has shown up yet.

[It's only been one jump since, but Angela's still holding out hope. Someone has to.]

Okay, and you have a gun. Right. That screams friendly.

There were people from mine before I got here, but I arrived with at least one.

[He's just -- squinting at that gun, lips quirking a little.]

I'm guessin' you know how to use that thing pretty well?

[There's a moment of silence before Aaron ducks his head a little, laughing under his breath]

Guess it does. Corruption's pretty hard to shake.

[Hey, Aaron will take voice. He might finally be making a video post but that doesn't mean he's one hundred percent comfortable with it.]

So just because one person shows up, that doesn't mean some space portal's honing in on that world?

[The paranoia couldn't be kept down forever, thus the sudden lock]

Complete roulette, got it.

I need someone who'd be able to recreate- [There's a pause as he reaches up to the case hanging around his neck, sliding it open and picking up one of the few pills left, holding it up to the camera.] -this.

[Aww come on, Aaron only looks creepy!]

Had to make a point.

Not looking for people to come. Trying to make sure a few of them don't.

[Although having Marta on board would be really helpful right now.]

[ She's not sure what's funny, but she shrugs. ]

Yeah, I think that's part of the point.

I need something recreated.

[He recognizes the number attached to this video from their last conversation, which might just be why his lips are twitching into a half-smile.]

Let's just say this ship's like a vacation for a reason.

[One of Aaron's favorites, despite not being the gun he first trained with, the military issue one. And by this point in his life it just feels better to have instant access to a weapon, to be able to hold it as he is right now.

When you'd spent the last few weeks pre-Tranquility with practically everyone on the planet trying to kill you... well. Being armed made all the difference in the world.]

Special forces? [There's an odd hint of humor in his eyes] Not exactly, but thanks for the vote of confidence.

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