ataraxion | 002 -- video; forward-dated to a few hours after the jump.

[ jax is fiddling with his comm, tosses it down on the table after a moment while reaching for the cigarette tucked behind his ear. he looks subdued, shaky, but he visibly steadies himself. anderson is watching him, shoulders straight and expression calm. ]

Listen up, we got business to talk about. Anderson and me, we noticed gunnery needs bodies. Any of you who can shoot, think about stopping by. We could use you.

[ jax breaks off, ducking his head to light his cigarette. and with that introduction out of the way, anderson chimes in: ] If you can’t, but you would be willing to learn, we can teach you.

Never too late to learn your way around a gun, right? And Anderson here, she’ll teach you some self-defense hand-to-hand shit too, if you want.

[ she nods, confirming that. ] There seems to be a shortage in all departments, but if you are at all inclined to fight in order to protect not just yourself but others as well, stop by to talk to us. [ anderson is ever the idealist. jax snorts, blows out a stream of smoke. ]

Or if you just wanna learn to shoot, but you aren’t looking to join. We got nothing against giving some lessons. [ jax spins his lighter in his fingers, stops when he nearly drops it. he glances at anderson. ] You good?

[ smoking will kill you, anderson doesn’t say, raising her eyebrows. instead, she gives a sharp nod. ] Yes. [ and reaches over to the table to turn off the comm.

gunnery out, tranquility. ]

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[ jax finds this fucking hilarious, ftr ]

I'll just call it all classified.

[ nonchalantly. ]

[ yeah because no one will ever notice that their fighting styles, training and entire demeanour are basically diametrical opposites. ]

Don't take it too far.

[ maybe they won't you don't know!! ]

I have restraint.

[ which actually isn't bullshit, jax has fairly decent self restraint compared to the rest of the sons.

though it's not like that's hard. ]

I hope so.

[ she will (try to) kick his ass if he takes it too far, don't think that she won't.

okay, chances are she wouldn't actually do that because while her job comes with an inherent element of violence, it is never going to be anderson's first choice. ]

Relax, Anderson.

[ it's more playful than anything else. jax gets it, her dedication to it. he feels the same way about the club. ]

Not a bad turn out, right?

[ she's as relaxed as she gets, really. (that's a lie.) ]

Even if none of these people join, learning how to defend themselves is good step.

You're right.

[ the point is to make sure everyone was safe and protected. jax sighs, fidgets with his lighter. ]

We need the bodies though. Shit.

We do.

[ they can't keep this ship safe with five people. of course, sec plays a very large role, but — gunnery is important as well. anderson knows the value of weaponry.

where jax is all movement, fidgeting, anderson is a still point, hands clasped behind her back. ]

Some of them will sign up. [ she hopes. ]

Got a couple from Security who want to pull double shifts.

[ the entire concept of doubling up departments is beyond jax, who doesn't understand anything about split loyalties. ]

We should do this every jump, you know. Recruiting.

[ in anderson's world, the departments probably wouldn't even be separate to begin with, so there's no split loyalties for her to think about. it's all just about keeping the people safe, making a difference, regardless of department, isn't it? ]

Yes, we should. [ after a pause. ] Let's. [ for as long as both of them are there and awake. ]

You got a deal.

[ that touchy-feely bullshit is beyond jax, anderson, just beyond him. kumbaya doesn't have much place in the mc. ]

Should hope for at least ten. It'd be on the small side, but it'd be a start.

[ can't she be idealistic without being touchy-feely? that she is idealistic is undeniable, but she's never even heard of kumbaya. ]

Get the numbers up to at least twelve after the next jump. [ one person per station they have, in case of attack. ]

Shit, you know what I'd like?

[ aside from a son or two to present themselves. ]

Twelve for the stations, then another twelve to send out in the halls. Train 'em up to fighting fit, you know?

Yes. [ the thing is, anderson is an idealist and an optimist, but she's also got a very firm grip on reality and on what is and isn't likely to happen.

still, they can dream, right? ] And someone to fix the broken stations.

We'd need a tech-geek for that I'm betting.

[ which the ship apparently has loads of, but still. ]

Too bad Juice ain't around. He'd be the man for that.

[ the only reasons he knows who juice is, doesn't have to ask, is because his mind helpfully supplies a mental picture when he thinks of him. so she shrugs. ]

In his absence, maybe we can ask around.

I'm betting Engineering'd be the place to start. See if anyone down there'd give us a shift.

[ the upside of that mental bullshit--not having to stop to explain himself. ]

Or just long enough to show us how to handle it.

[ or not having to explain surface thoughts, but then having her question his motivation at least to the point that he thinks about it — that also happens. not so fun, maybe. ]

We'll ask.

Damn right.

[ she's not opie, can't really compete. but this, they're working well enough together. jax'll take it. ]

[ it works, despite their different backgrounds and different belief-sets. ]

It can't hurt, learning some engineering. [ enough for upkeep of what they have. ]

Then that's the plan. We stick to it.

[ or as close as jax sticks to anything. ]

You're more likely to deviate than I am.

[ dryly. ]

Only if it gets faster results.

[ are you questioning his methods, anderson!! ]

[ she would never — yes, she would. ]

I don't see how it would.

Then I won't.

[ but if the chance arises, he is so going to deviate from the plan. ]

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