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[righteously]

[ Hey, Tranquility! It's your resident busybody who has no authority or jurisdiction, and no justifiable reason to be taking point on this one, here to kindly inform you he's decided to try and take point on this one. He appears solemnly, wearing that well-perfected dangerous hunter face. How scary. Such intimidating. ]

I'm gonna make this quick and to the point.

[ He declares, voice barking out frank orders like a damn drill sergeant or something. ]

Those people on board- those are people. Not some... evil... dictatorship, not a bunch of spies from the goddamn dark world, not soul-sucking ringwraiths here to steal your jumpsuits. They're just people, and they need a rescue, not a lynch mob.

[ Have a firm and pointed look, because he knows some of you are planning on shooting first and asking questions later. Screw that. ]

I'm going. Anyone who wants to come along and help, I'm leaving in an hour. And before you sign up just to turn around and put a bullet in them as soon as we get there, I want to make one thing clear.

[ And let the cold, dark look in his eye carry just how serious he is about this: ]

You try anything stupid, I'll knock your ass out myself and leave you in the hallways for whatever's hungry.

[ end transmission. ]

( after 1 IC hour (so a few tags) Dean will abruptly stop replying and will be focusing on surviving the hallways. anyone is more than welcome to tag along to his big ole rescue group of friendship and mistake-making! )

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[overdraws]

[ Allison's suited up in all black, bow and quiver slung over her shoulder, something else in her hand that isn't holding her comm. ] I'm coming with you.

[ It's not a question. ]

[righteously]

[ Don't worry, kid. He's not about to try and fight you on that one. Dean only trusts a handful of people on this bucket of bolts, and he knows Allison's last in line to stick a knife in his back. ]

Fine. Bring some gear, the trip to that shuttle bay ain't gonna be a cakewalk.

[ A beat. ]

And- hey, Allison?

[strayed]

Don't be stupid.

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[nutsaboutscans]

Dean.

[Then he remembers that he might not be that memorable.]

John Kennex, Christmas party. I spilled my drink on you.

[Good times amirite. He's gathering up supplies from his room, including his gun, as he speaks.]

I want in. I'm a cop. I'm not letting any assholes try and kill them.

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[righteously]

[ He seems confused for a second, until realization dawns and a look of understanding passes over his features. Right, okay, yeah, he remembers. Offered Dean some clothes. Seemed like a decent guy.

Normally, 'seems like a decent guy' wouldn't be enough, but the fact that Kennex is a cop... well, maybe he's a little biased towards his own cop buddy, but it helps make Dean's decision easier.

He nods. ]

Alright, good enough for me.

[ He declares. ]

We're meeting up on ten in about an hour. Grab some supplies from Tyke on one, bring whatever you think you can carry.

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[lostsoldier]

[ The feed flickers to life to show a guy in Tranquility-issue jump suit, sidearms strapped under his arms and holding the camera off center while he finishes tightens a strap. ]

Name's Davis. [ With a nod, greeting, without pausing in his work. ] Sergeant, U.S. Army. I don't think we've met.

You want a hand getting people in and out of there safely, I'm with you. Been here sixteen jumps, and on a few recon missions in the hallways besides.

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[righteously]

[ While "Davis" has some pretty impressive credentials, it's not his rank or his tenure about the ship that catches Dean's interest. Instead, he zeroes in on what he considers currently the most important fact: ]

Recon missions.

[ He echoes seriously, brow furrowing in keen interest. ]

Can I take that to mean you're gonna be any good helping sherpa us to mount shuttle bay?

[ Because this place is huge, people get lost in the halls just routinely sometimes. Searching for a new area is gonna be a bitch and a half in a ship the size of freakin' New York or something. He's willing to forgo a little personal experience and trust if it means getting a semi-reliable navigator, especially with so many familiar faces he can rely on joining in. ]

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[regulatingpressure]

Don't get yourself killed. [ her tone's casual enough, but there's a tension in her jaw and the sharp look in her eye that says she's legit kind of worried he's going to run off and do just that. ]

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[righteously]

Trust me, that's not on my day planner. [ He responds frankly, but there's a solemn note hanging out at the back of his voice. The words are joking, but he's taking this seriously.

A beat later, he offers a sincere: ]

Thanks.

[ For the concern.

But he's got this, probably. ]

[familybusiness]

I'm picking up supplies from SEC. Anything in particular you want me to grab?

[He's coming with you. That's not even a questions, so he's not mentioning it.]

[righteously]

[ If things are at all still awkward after Sam's withdrawal and rehab session, Dean's electing to keep that as inscrutable as possible. For all intents and purposes, he's completely normal when he says: ]

Wouldn't mind a slurpee and one of those gas-station pretzel dogs.

[video] now with the right account!

[letsjustgogo]

What an inspiring speech.

[Gogo voice is dry but amused, though she isn't looking at her comm. She's in the SEC office, swinging one of those ready-made supply bags over her shoulders. She's also wearing...a bright yellow chest piece? And bright yellow gloves? Well, at least she'll be easy to spot.]

You got room for one more in your rescue party?

[video]

[righteously]

[ Howdy, Gogo. Don't mind him just kind of surveying you for a second there, because you look kinda young. Yeah, he knows judging young ladies is like mistake number one, he knows Jo could kick his ass and anyone's ass she felt like, so looks ain't everything, but... hey, listen, it would be straight up irresponsible of him not to ask: ]

It's gonna be dangerous out there. You sure you're up for it?

[ aka he has no idea whether or not she can handle herself. ]

[majestyofthethrone]

Don't try anything stupid yourself, okay?

[righteously]

no promises

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[kutte]

Don't do anything stupid out there, Winchester.

[ up to and including trusting the DUPRR people, but jax thinks that goes without saying. ]

voice.

[righteously]

I seem like the kinda guy that would do something stupid?

[ There's a note of amusement in his voice that suggests that yes, he knows he's exactly the kind of guy to do something like that.

But he appreciates the concern. Don't worry, he's not about to trust them as far as he can throw them. You don't gotta trust someone to want to save them. ]

[rebelled]

[despite the post being a video, castiel's response comes as a text. he's recovering from the power transfer attempt emma made (he needs to check in on her still. needs to make sure she's okay.), so sticking to text makes it easier to hide the fact he's running on fumes now.]

Stay in contact. I'll still hear you and your brother.

[well, he hopes.]

[righteously]

you got it.

[ Not that praying to Cas is gonna do much good anymore what with him being on his last leg, but. You know. He'll agree to that just the same if it eases the angel's mind. ]

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[testis]

I'll be there.

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[righteously]

no you sure as hell won't, you nutcase. absolutely not. no. you're not coming.

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[altercate]

Don't let anything happen to Allison.

[ oh i guess you should be safe too but priorities here. ]

private.

[righteously]

I'll watch out for her.

[ Which isn't an I won't, because he can't promise that. He knows better than to try. But there is a sincerity in his voice that suggests he'll do everything in his power to keep her safe. ]

[voice]

[ryuuzaki]

[He sounds calm, but determined.]

Agreed. Try to bring back as many as you can.

[You can't interrogate dead people, and they're no good as leverage, and their deaths may cause greater trouble down the road... but this is not his outward motivation, and besides, he really does believe that they should save who they can feasibly save.]

[voice]

[righteously]

[ Don't worry, pal. Dean's more or less on the same page- just because he's rescuing them doesn't mean he's not planning on demanding a shitload of answers himself. He's all for using them for whatever they gotta use 'em for, he just also happens to know there are people out there that would rather shoot on sight.

Or, you know, use way more screwed up means than a simple question and answer session. ]

You got it.

[ He agrees seriously, darkly, succinctly. Then abruptly disconnects; businessmode. ]