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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: obs deck,
- ax,
- christofel,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- jaime reyes,
- kara starbuck thrace,
- kate bishop,
- lacaille,
- leela bricker,
- leni ivens,
- lyta alexander,
- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- nathan petrelli,
- paco,
- pat and toxin,
- red,
- scorpius,
- speedy mia dearden,
- terry mcginnis,
- the doctor,
- the flash,
- vincent amorason,
- xander,
- zelgadis greywords
Mix-and-Mingle
After the most recent pod-pop had been completed, Stacy began encouraging the crew towards the Obs Deck. They would be most effective if they were familiar with each other, and as the Jaime Reyes Incident had proved, leaving them to meet whenever they happened to cross paths was not effective.
Anyone who stepped into the Hub would be transported to the Obs Deck, no matter where they had intended to go. Those who had been exploring the City were verbally herded towards the Hub, although the energy tentacles did not make an appearance.
||Please report to the Obs Deck for Crew Introductions.||
The Obs Deck hadn't changed very much since they'd last been there. The creepy sculpture was still present, as were the fleshy couches. However, the couches were arranged in a more obvious circle this time.
Come and meet the new -- and in some cases, weirder -- members of your crew.
Anyone who stepped into the Hub would be transported to the Obs Deck, no matter where they had intended to go. Those who had been exploring the City were verbally herded towards the Hub, although the energy tentacles did not make an appearance.
||Please report to the Obs Deck for Crew Introductions.||
The Obs Deck hadn't changed very much since they'd last been there. The creepy sculpture was still present, as were the fleshy couches. However, the couches were arranged in a more obvious circle this time.
Come and meet the new -- and in some cases, weirder -- members of your crew.
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Wonder Girl? No... no connection to Simon Wiliams, be sure of that. He had to stop trying to link everything to the real universe.
"Interesting.... Jaime... do you mind if I ask you a perhaps sensitive question?"
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Willingness to shed blood was a very important thing to know about possibly one of the most powerful members of the selectee groups, in Vincent's opinion.
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"I'm not. I don't kill."
He'd tried to save the Negotiator, even though he'd nearly killed his family.
"I always find a way so I don't have to."
The Spectre had warned him. It was a warning he'd taken to heart. Even though the scarab had learned not to be violent, it was Jaime that'd taught it that, and if he started to become violent and didn't hold it back...
His expression got a little darker.
"And I'm not the kind of person that should ever start."
Peacemaker had said he was wrong about Jaime being a monster. He wanted to keep him wrong.
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The boy really seemed to believe what he was saying.
What a waste.
"Killing doesn't define who you are. All it is is a willingness to place your survival above that of the force trying to kill you." He folded his arms. "We've been pulled into some kind of war, clearly not our own, and I for one intend to survive it."
He looked at Jaime pointedly. "And if you expect everyone on this ship to survive along with you, I'd suggest learning how to face reality." He walked off. "You're a powerful young man, Jaime Reyes, and others are going to end up relying on that power. So I suggest you lose your reservations about using it."
Mentally, he noted that Reyes wasn't as significant a threat as he'd first been concerned about. That both relieved and worried him.
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He gestured to his head.
"The tech I have is alien. It's sentient. And over time, while I've become a superhero, he's become a hero, he's made an identity for himself, he's chosen a name."
, it trilled proudly in Jaime's head.
And Jaime was proud of him. Proud that the bug had learned, had chosen not to be what his masters wanted him to be. It had gone from parasite to symbiote to... to friend, really.
"You're right. I'm powerful. If I let loose, I'd be powerful enough to level cities, to probably take down this entire crew, and maybe even destroy this ship--not that any of that would get us home." He'd learned that much from the fight with the Spectre, from the options Khaji had given him, that he COULD do that.
"Khaji Da didn't start the way he is now. If I'd let him have his way, he'd have gone after anything he considered a threat, and he would've destroyed it. Even now, he still needs my help, reigning him in, helping him realize the right thing to do--because he wants to do the right thing, but he doesn't usually know what it is on his own. When to fight, when not to. He might never learn it. He's not human, he doesn't have a human conscience, just a vague desire to do good. I'm his conscience. Ironically enough, I'm the Jiminy Cricket here even though he's the bug. But it takes a lot of willpower to do it, for it to get through to him. If he wants to do something, and I sort of want to do it, even though it's wrong, he KNOWS."
A deep breath.
"If I stopped doing that, if I gave in, if there was no one to keep either of us in check, my enemies aren't the ones I'd be the most afraid for, because we WOULD place our survival first and foremost. And the means we would fight any threat to us, and we would take them down."
He tapped his temple. "Just to be clear: Khaji classifies you as a threat."
Jaime had a face prone to smiling. He was a goofy kid. But the look he gave Vincent was not a nice look, and his eyes didn't need to glow, he didn't need to look any different for it to be clear that an alien intelligence was in there with the teenage boy, that there was something potentially...sharp behind his eyes.
He was the magic button. The switch that told Khaji: Don't fight, Fight, Pacify, maim, or kill. And if they started doing the last one, if he ever started to rationalize it or like it...he wasn't sure they'd ever be able to stop.
It wasn't a threat, the way he said it, as he didn't want to hurt ANYONE, much less this guy. He was just laying out the truth, evenly, honestly:
"I have faced reality. The reality is that my reservations are the only thing that's keeping you alive right now."
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The other boy had nicked at his ego, but arguing whether or not he could 'take down' Vincent wasn't going to help matters. He put it aside.
He looked back at the sharpness lurking in Jaime's eyes. It was noteworthy, but not intimidating for him. Vincent was not evil per se, or at least he liked to think he wasn't. He'd been given the option to grow up, excelling in all fields presented to him, or he was punished severely. It had given him a harsh outlook, and an appreciation for at times ruthless tactics.
He'd tried conquest, and then found it utterly dissatisfying once he realized just how big the world truly was. He had no idea if being a 'hero' had any merit for him, but he had no interest in being a villain.
He inquired innocently. "How much of a threat does your armor... excuse me, your friend, classify me as?"
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He held up his hand, black sweeping around it and forming little sensors on his fingertips. He HAD gotten a good sensor sweep in before he'd gone all...brainfried. He just had to match up to the profile--ah.
"Quantum probability manipulator... not much of a threat. Pretty powerful for a meta, though."
Glowy fingers disappeared.
"Doesn't matter. My point is--I don't want to hurt anyone. That's why I'm not going to start."
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Not much of a threat? Not much of a THREAT? Who did that self-righteous alien bug thing it was talking t--- No, no. Stop it. Put the Von Doom ego back in its cage. You're not here to make enemies.
He looked at the other young man for a long, very tense, minute.
"You're either a much stronger, or much weaker, man than I am, Jaime Reyes. Time and this 'mission' will likely reveal which."
Hesitating for a moment, he extended his hand. The insult of the bug's analysis still burned in the back of his head though.
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But he shook his hand. Cautiously.
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