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Black Widow ([personal profile] dance_with_death) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-06-08 11:07 am

Widow's Insight [Open, Cut for Spoilers]

The first thing that Natasha Romanoff - as she had allowed herself to be called in recent years - had done after she had popped out of a gooey pod (and subsequently gotten clothed, briefed on the situation at hand, and retrieved her weapons) was familiarize herself with the spaceship that she had found herself on. It had taken a long while - the size of the ship made the SHIELD Helicarrier seem akin to a SmartCar - but she’d scoured as much of the place as she could, because it was always useful to know one’s bearings.

Especially in a situation like this, where it seemed as though literally anything could happen. And a situation that I’ve never really been trained for. I mean, the Chitauri attacking New York - that was one thing. But this. This is something even I never expected. Because, really, who actually expects to be plucked out of your home by a multiverse hopping spaceship made out of living...something. I was just getting used to the idea of Norse gods being real, and alien invasions becoming a semi-regular thing. She was, she knew, a long way from the simple world of spying, espionage, and assassinations that she was used to. But, then again, this could just be much of the same. Only in space.

That was, though, still somewhat of a new concept to her. Sure, she'd had colleagues who had gone into space - Iron Man with his penchant for pushing the limits of his iron armour specifically came to mind, as did some fellow SHIELD agents - but Natasha had always had two feet on the ground.

You know, except for those moments where she was piloting an alien aircraft to save the world or something.

Still, true to her training, Natasha had taken it all in stride. She wouldn’t allow herself to be fazed by the situation at hand - to do so would be potentially life-threatening, and while Natasha was always prepared for death (because it could happen so easily in her line of work), she wasn’t at the moment ready to die. Only if it means saving all of reality, she mused as she walked up towards the Observation Deck. If anything can clear off all of the red in my ledger..it's this.
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Spider of Honor!

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Also wandering about the Obs Deck, trying to figure things out, is a young-looking woman wearing a white beret and a navy blue double-breasted military jacket, with rank bars, starburst epaulets, and red-gold trim, a pistol and sword at her waist.

She has a military bearing in her stride, a bit like you'd see in S.H.I.E.L.D. officers, focused eyes that miss few details, and certain calluses visible to the keen observer on her hand. Weaponry calluses.

Cleary someone not to be...

...what the heck is sitting on her shoulder?
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Heyo: how's your ledger doing?

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-09 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Honor Harrington finally notices you, and nods in greeting.

"Hello. Are you one of the current roster of crew, or...?"

Upon closer examination, the thing on her shoulder looks a lot like a cat...if you gave it the arboreal forelimbs of a lemur or monkey.

Six of them in fact. And green, self-aware eyes. It jumps off of the military officer's shoulder and perches itself upon one of the meat cushions, peering at you curiously. Mainly at your hair.
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Re: Heyo: how's your ledger doing?

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-09 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The cat-thing 'bleaks' softly at you in reply. He's still starring with frank curiosity at you red hair. He hasn't seen natural hair that color very often in the circles he runs in.

Honor takes Romanoff's hand, pausing slightly as she feels your own calluses: closer up, you note that her frame and muscle mass is more developed than the human average. On contact, the skin of the hand she offers to you feels...strange.

"Commodore Honor Harrington, Royal Manticorian Navy. Also a new arrival."

She nods to the arboreal cat creature.

"And this is Nimitz."

'Nimitz' stands up and gestures with his forelimbs twice.

As a spy, it's likely that you'd be able to read the A.S.L. for 'Hello." after a moment of confusion: the gestures shifted slightly over hundreds of years

Honor's focus returns to you. "It's pleasure to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. It seems there have been a number of people...decanted from the pod rooms on a scattered individual basis recently: I may be able to introduce you to some of them in the near future. But regardless..."

She frowns for a moment, before deciding not to beat around the bush.

"Snatched from our worlds and drafted into a grand multiversal war with unparalleled stakes: thoughts, reactions, concerns?"

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[personal profile] governorkang 2012-06-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
It was a rare day that Kang's walking had led him to the Observation Deck. He hadn't really been paying attention to where he was going, lost in his own thoughts. Normally, he could keep himself busy at the tavern, but the focus of said thoughts was Kaylee, who had been repodded recently; he had to remind himself constantly that she wasn't there anymore, and possibly wouldn't be back for a long time. He really didn't have many people left around that he was close to.

He stood by one of the windows, staring out into the Bleed with his arms crossed over his chest.
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[personal profile] governorkang 2012-06-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kang turned at the voice, and noticed the hair immediately; it was almost exactly the same shade of red as Huzzad's had been. He smiled wryly, facing the window again, "No, it isn't. You're new, aren't you, ma'am?" His accent sounded a bit like Romanian, but not quite as heavy, and some of the pronunciation was off.

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[personal profile] shroudedintent 2012-06-09 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The travels of the Sangheili Commander had brought him past the observation deck, even a commander needed to pause between duties at times. The eight foot tall armour clad alien stood before one of the large observation windows, staring out at the evershifting colours of the bleed as he took a moment to contemplate on recent events.

Even in observation he held himself proudly with a military bearing, his armour's silver sheen well kept though it showed sign of wear and recent damage at points, he was not one to lead from afar.

It would be clear that he was also quite observant, half turning as the human woman entered the Observation deck, a gaze that took in every detail was passed over the crew member in question, one he did not recognize.

"Greetings,"
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[personal profile] shroudedintent 2012-06-10 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
'Vadum dipped his helmeted head the slightest of degrees at her greeting, turning fully to face the crew member in question. There was no question that the individual before him was experienced in combat, though just what manner he could not tell at that moment.

"Rtas 'Vadum, acting Commander of the Transmigration 9 and head of both the Special Operations Task force and Starfighter command, an honor I am sure," He introduced himself in turn, titles he held with no small pride or confidence.

"I do not recall seeing you previously, you have been recently released from the pods I assume,"
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I like Starships and Honor: Do you like those things

[personal profile] herhonorness 2012-06-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Hope this isn't intruding]

"That she has: around the same time as myself." A voice replies across the room.

A young looking human woman walks over from across the room, dressed in a double-breasted military uniform with a white beret, a sword and pistol at her side, and ceremonial treecat on her shoulder...okay, that last part's not quite standard naval tradition.

Honor herself is not quite as tall as Rtas 'Vadum, but she takes up more space than most humans. If she had ever gawked at the impressive looking Sanghelli (which she had, quite frankly) , she'd gotten that out of her system earlier at a distance.

"Apologies: I couldn't help but overhear the words 'Starfighter Command'..."

Honor brings up her arm in salute, her other hand at her side and deliberately not resting on any weapons.

"Commodore Harrington, Royal Manticorian Navy!"

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[personal profile] elementofloyalty 2012-06-10 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi there!" commented the pastel-blue, rainbow-maned pony as she trotted past on the way to the observation window.

Then she paused, turned, and trotted back over. "Are you... new? I haven't seen you around before."

Take as long as you need to adjust to and accept this sequence of events, Ms. Romanoff.
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[personal profile] elementofloyalty 2012-06-11 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Welcome out of the pods! ...I guess. It's not all that great out here, but better to be out and doing stuff than sitting around waiting for others to solve the problems, right?" she said, with the confident grin of one who couldn't imagine anyone disagree with her. "Um, they used to give big announcements that people were coming out and everyone ran and got prepared for them, but I guess that's changed lately. Anyone told you what's going on here yet?"

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[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-11 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sitting there staring out into space is a young girl who is heavily bandaged up looking out the windows letting out a breath and fiddling with a rather fancy looking watch. She peers over at Natasha and tilts her head.

"You new here?"
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[personal profile] 17thangel 2012-06-11 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods a bit and closes her watch and adjusts her goggles a bit nodding.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Natasha. Picked a rather odd time to wake up here, has anyone offered a tour?"

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[personal profile] whining_unicorn 2012-06-12 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Rarity was levitating a pile of fabric with her horn and her vision was slightly obscured but she remained as polite as ever as she made her way down the corridor. "I'm terribly sorry but I need some space please."

((OOC: I had a Wasp character but I dropped her. Would have been awesome if they both interacted. =P))
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"Oh there's no need apologize, I don't usually have to carry that much fabric around but I have a massive order to fill up." Rarity replied before realizing that the lady greeted her.

Horn still glowing to keep the pile of fabric steady, Rarity gave a little bow. "Hello there, I'm Rarity. One of the seamstresses on this ship."

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