Hail the Conquering Heroes

[cityship]

Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.

After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.

||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||

There is a pause.

||Decontamination complete.||

Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.

Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).

||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.

[ooc: read this first]

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[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy holds onto his brother with one arm, vaguely gesturing to a flesh-couch with the other. He doesn't care if the second coming happens right here and now; he still wouldn't let go.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor nods, and sort of drags-slash-guides them over. He flops onto the couch, never letting go of Murphy, and letting his twin rest partway on him.

"Don't fuckin' get separated from me again, Murph."

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Sprawling next to/on Connor, Murphy raises his head to half-hearted glare at his twin. "Ye fuckin' wanker. It's you got separated, not me. An' no fuckin' arguin'."

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Lyta, who'd been quietly resting her eyes on a couch opposite Connor and Murphy, opened one eye and looked across to the reunited brothers. "Don't you guys know another word?" she asked.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy let his head drop. For Christ's... "O'course we know other fuckin' words, ma'am, I mean Christ's sake. Our education'd be pretty goddamn fuckin' shitty if we dinnit at least know how t'say crap."

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Both of Lyta's eyes shot open and she lifted her head to get a better look at the twins. She stared at them blankly for a moment before what began as a low chuckle in the bottom of her belly quickly became all out laughter.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor opened an eye. "...What's so fuckin' funny?" He grumbled.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Nothing," Lyta said. Really, it wasn't all that funny. Maybe it was just because she was so damned tired. That had to be it. It was the exhaustion that made it so funny. "It's just I've never heard someone actually use the words 'fuck' and 'ma'am' in the same sentence before. It has an almost genteel asshole quality to it."

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Our ma raised us right, ma'am. Always fuckin' show respect, she used t'say." Murphy smiled, remembering, then pitched his voice higher to mimic their much-loved ma. "An' fer Christs's sake, don't use the lord's fuckin' name in vain!"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Your 'ma'?" Lyta repeated back to him in a tone and with an expression that said she'd been a little caught off-guard by it. "You mean you two aren't..."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"..What? Fuck no! We're twins, fuckin' a." Connor, despite the coarse words, looks inordinately amused.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Connor may be amused, but Murphy's practically giggling. "For fuck's sake! You think I'd be touchin' this fuckin' asshole if we weren't related?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Lyta said trying to maintain an apologetic look without laughing. "I just thought that...well, as affectionate as you are, that you were married."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Fuck, no." Connor laughed. "He's my baby brother." He pats Murphy on the head.

"We jus'...get a little separated." Connor's still smiling, but there seems to be a tense edge to it.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Oh..."

It was a common mistake. Anyone could have made it, right?

"Well, then, by all means, snuggle away!" Lyta said with a light shrug.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Fuck you," Murphy grouched, rolling his eyes and shoving his brother's hand away. "I'm fuckin' oldest. 'S why I'm the fuckin' top o' the snuggle pile."

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Are you two always like this?" Lyta asked with a look of amused curiosity on her face.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor looked at Murphy, and then at Lyta. "..Aye, pretty much."

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Well, at least it won't be boring around here," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she slumped further down into the 'couch.'

She looked to Connor. "So how did you guys manage to get away, anyway?"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor shifted under Murphy. "Fought. Climbed a bit. That sorta shit. Was just work as fuckin' usual." He looked slightly uncomfortable. Apparently he didn't feel like describing it in great length.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Lyta said, noticing Connor's awkward fidgeting and frowning. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess I just have a way of doing that..."

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, eyelids lowered, lazy but dangerous. "It's in the past. I don't see the big fuckin' deal, now we're together again."