ataraxion | DO NOT ADJUST YOUR COMMS. WE NOW CONTROL THE AIRWAVES.

[There is a blue man in dramatic lighting. Bedecked as befits a comic book villain. A heavy mantle defines his shoulders, spikes all across it, an arching collar framing his slender neck and large head. A body suit, where the start of his trademark blue lightning bolt starts it's path down across his body.]

[He sits somewhere, in what appears to be some sort of strange mess of wires, panels and montors, all ablink with light and readings.]

CAPTIVES OF THE TRANQUILITY.

I an Megamind, and-- I am now in control of the ship.

[A gesture, and the power flickers for a moment.]

You have thirty minutes to surrender, or I will handle any further insurrection with harm to my hostages, Dr. Jane Foster and Miss Roxanen Ritchi. Where are they, you've been wondering. Hard at work? Lost to the warp?

No, no no. They've been in my tender care. [Obligatory, rolling villainous chuckle; confident in his smugness.] All this time.

You are to head straight to the med bay and engage your grav couches. Any resistance will be met with force. I have measures in place to protect myself -- do not test my patience, captives!

I am doing you all a favor. I'm not pretending to be your friend while assembling a team of close operatives to insinuate into key positions like the good Captain Kirk is while suggesting that we let someone feed on you, nor am I silent like Ward and Resnik in the depths of the ship. I'm giving you what the captain must: Someone to hate, while he does something no one else would:

Act!

No, go to the med bay! It's the only clear path you'll have. Any other places will be met with resistance... And I don't want to have to start destroying important facilities to cow you into submission, either.

But I will.

[He rises, flourishes.]

Thirty minutes. Grav couches. Don't squander it.

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Right now she's a cube. She's-- not very happy with me, at the moment.

[Ianto looks vaguely concerned, but he gets the impression that Megamind hasn't harmed her (and probably not Jane either), so he'll just be rubbing the bridge of his nose a moment.]

No, I imagine not.

Let's say you succeed in all this...whatever you expect to succeed in. How are you planning to make it up to her?

...that's getting a little personal, don't you think?

Maybe, but she's a friend and she cares for you quite a bit. I wouldn't like to see her mistreated, even unintentionally.

You are planning to make this up to her, aren't you?

That is between her and I, thank you!

Well I'd ask her, but as you say, she's presently a cube. Whatever that means.

I assure you, she's safe.

I assumed so. In fact, I imagine she was your first choice of "hostage" so you could ensure her safety.

[Green eyes abruptly narrow.]

Frivolous. We're not involved like that-- only in her deluded mind.

Even if I were to believe that, it's obvious you still care about her. She isn't the type of woman to care for someone who isn't worth it.

I advise you to shut it.

You know, before all this, I used to work for an organization that dealt with alien threats. Most of the ones who really wanted to be a threat weren't worth the energy we were forced to waste on them. It was the good ones we hated having to fight. Somehow, I don't think you really want to hurt anyone.

You are wasting time. In a few minutes the grav couches will activate whether or not anyone is in them, because I have control of them. Anyone outside them will be rendered to paste when I activate the jump.

Don't be paste. It seems like such a senseless waste of good coffee.

[Ianto actually smiles, his shoulders shaking with mirth.]

I see my reputation proceeds me. But I'm not going anywhere without Jack, and I don't know where he is.

Better find him fast.

In less than half an hour? He might have been in the shuttle bay, working on fixing the shuttles. He's been doing that for weeks now, hoping to have enough up and running that we could all go see the sights next stop.

Anyway, it can take nearly twenty minutes to get there, just to risk missing him if he's already headed back.

Your choice. Good luck with it.

[He shrugs]

Try to give people more time in the future, yeah? This is a big ship.

In the future-- very funny.

[Ianto just gives him a long look]

Is it? I don't think it's very funny at all.

That was the point of sarcasm, yes.

[He sighs]

That wasn't what I meant.

No matter. you have a communicator. I suggest you contact him.

No, likely not. Regardless-- your time is running out. Good luck.

[And he severs his feed.]

DO NOT ADJUST YOUR COMMS. WE NOW CONTROL THE AIRWAVES.

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