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[cargojet]

I understand that there have been injuries and losses throughout the ship during the last few days. I'll make this brief. Security reports Tyke's injury, but I'd like to hear reports from the other departments: their injured, dead, and with time a list of items stolen or destroyed in the firefight, if it's come to that. Communications was below most of the fighting, so we got off light. Medbay - Jenna - you make it through alright?

Damage has been done to the kitchens on the upper decks. Since there's no specific department that deals with that, and it's likely to remain that way, I'm looking for a group of civilian volunteers to clear them up. It's not a glamorous job, but I'm pretty sure Security is too busy to deal with it. Despite all this, we'll be jumping in a little under two weeks. It's important everyone is accounted for before then.

I want to reassure everyone that Security has all the pirates contained. [ He's not sure about it himself, but he says it with conviction. There's a pause, and finally he opens his mouth to say more. Before he can his expression darkens, and then he settles on something else, something simple, eloquent, and brimming with uncertainty: ] God help them.


[ This is dated yesterday, plot wise. And no, there's not a mention of communication's bungle in here. ]

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[cargojet]

I understand your apprehension. I feel the same way.

[ He's a little short too, and shrugs. It's fine: they didn't get to the oxygen gardens, and that's all he needed to know. ]

As for the other question I guess I just--it was going to be someone, no reason it shouldn't be me.

You got people sticking around to help clear up?

[handelaar]

No one else steppin' up, or what.

[Or what, meaning both - well - Resnik and Ward haven't made an appearance, or the other department heads are incapacitated. Neutral otherwise.]

Not enough.

[Which is about all he'll bother with over the network.]

[cargojet]

Security head injured, medical busy, flight crew head shot; then there's you, me, gunnery and the science department who have no interest in people. And Ward and Resnik... I haven't got a damn clue where they are.

[ Resigned. ]

I'll let you get back to work.

[handelaar]

Hn. Come here an' I'll talk. Whenever.

[Not like he's leaving soon.]

[cargojet]

[ Nathan comes by two hours later. He's pulling along a hand cart full of little black boxes with COMMS printed across each one, and when he's done dropping the cart off at the chapel, he goes looking for Ned in the usual camping grounds, righting a fallen trellis as he waits. ]

It's Petrelli. You here?

[handelaar]

[It's actually more timely than he expected, so when he hears that particular voice he abandons what he's doing and wheels his bike right on over, clicks announcing his arrival before he can. Haggard as he looks (and smells) after days of work and no cleanup, it's good to see another person who's willing to work just as tirelessly. So it's a firm nod he gives before he launches right in.

No use wasting their time.]

Hey. Passengers are out, mostly. Some of my people - [huff] - lot of my people fucked off. After it was obvious pirates weren't comin' here.

[And he's pretty pissed over it. Herding fucking cats, this department.]

Haven't heard from 'em, yet.

[cargojet]

[ Nathan clears up what he may as he listens. No point wasting time, no, nor staying still. There's too much to do. Which is why Ned's words are more than a little infuriating. He gives him a sharp look, but it's not a sharp look at Ned, it's more offended for him. ]

Thankless goddamn job, every time. So you open your doors and do everything in your power to make people feel safe and comfortable here, and then not one of them thinks to stick around to help clear up once it's over?

[ He'd spit on the ground, but it'd just be one more thing to clear up. ]

I haven't slept yet, but I can give you an hour or two. Least I can do.

[handelaar]

Couple of 'em. [Because credit where credit's due.] Bardo, Jaye, some guy named Noah, ain't even in the department. Good kids.

[Everyone's a kid to him, here, except maybe Thranduil. But he shakes his head and jerks his chin back to the mess.]

No. This'll wait.

[The implication is that the rest of the ship won't. Especially since - ]

Is Tyke - ah - okay.

[cargojet]

[ Nathan pauses, picking up a displaced rock, and balances it in his hands as he straightens up. ]

Simon says she's stable, and she was able enough to hand down control, but I know she went into surgery at some point, and...

[ He shakes his head, looks at his rock. There's a few seconds before he speaks again. ]

Tyke is strong, but I think sometimes people depend on that as a cure, no matter how hard the things she faces. She's only human.

[handelaar]

Might be the best Citizen we got, though.

[So biased. But anyhow, they're not here for Tyke or anything other than business, despite the weight he puts on the word citizen.]

[cargojet]

Maybe.

[ He likes Tyke, but what he saw with the alcohol--he knows that place. He moves on with a tilt of his head. ]

You got any problems with the machinery? I can get the shuttle bay to top up the generators again.

[handelaar]

Haven't had time to - [another hand through his hair, because even if he did] - haven't been able to catch Josias. He's the only one who'd know, down here.

[cargojet]

I'll check it out myself, then, see that it gets done.

[ Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets. ]

Anything else you think I should know?

[handelaar]

[There's a vague, slightly odd tilt to his head before he responds, wondering just who might come to check, before, ah. Probably Sulu. And if not, well...]

If I find somethin', I'll have Takeshi run it to Comms. If it's safe.

[cargojet]

Alright. [ A pause. ] You and Takeshi are close? I get the feeling he treats you like an older brother, or perhaps a father.

[ He listens. ]

[handelaar]

We're - [and then the whole family thing catches up to him. He blanches, trips over his words before picking it up again. (His track record with family is horrible.)

Normally he'd ask why, but he's seen the two of them interact over the network, already knows the why - and this guy is a politician, he'll probably get the importance of looking out for citizens even if he doesn't know the ins and outs of how nations view things.]

He's one of Japan's, but - I treat him like one of my own.

[cargojet]

[ Nathan thinks he understands. It's...not that easy. He knows Ned is a country, and he's aware that he's not the only one. It would sound ludicrous if not for the way plenty of things in his life had sounded ludicrous recently, and compared to space anthropomorphised countries was practically a vacation. ]

Generous of you. [ Pause. ] He's a sweet kid. It'd be hard not to want to help him, I think.

[handelaar]

Guess so. The generous shit, I mean. Better to treat someone like a citizen than family, sometimes.

[Where he's from, but according to him that should be obvious enough. He's not sure if it's generous or not, but all the same, he can't decide whether it's his job, Heather's job, or Takeshi's job to alert anyone else to the fact that Takeshi led a horrible life before coming upon the ship.

His expression kind of betrays him there, though - a hard grimace at that last statement. Apparently there are people who would do the opposite. Somewhere.]

[cargojet]

[ Oh, Nathan knows all about that. ]

Makes it less painful when you let them down--or when you leave.

[ Which is harder still for a kid. Nathan shoves his hands into his pockets and looks off across the gardens. ]

Still, sometimes with children they don't want what's best for them. Sometimes they just need a hug.

Do you have any kids? Do countries have children?

[handelaar]

We don't leave them.

[Which is all he has to say on that. Being someone's guardian as a Nation is at least a magnitude of importance over being another country's family. It's always citizens first. (But he's so busy qualifying it that the importance of what Nathan says doesn't sink in until after he's finished. And then - oh. Oh.

the usual grump behind his responses is replaced with an odd sort of caution. Tiptoeing, not around the subject, but with his voice.)]

Ah... no. Can't. You - probably know more about it. Than I do.