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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pod release,
- aeneas,
- alia atreides,
- arha masaari,
- arrowette,
- atomic robo,
- bart allen,
- batman,
- cameron mitchell,
- captain kirk,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- damian wayne,
- ender,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- gaius baltar,
- gandrayda,
- ghanima atreides,
- green arrow,
- guy gardner,
- hal jordan,
- ice,
- indigo,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jason todd,
- jean grey,
- john hancock,
- kelly-087,
- kyle rayner,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lex luthor,
- luke skywalker,
- malcolm reynolds,
- michael westen,
- nanoha,
- nightwing,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- qui-gon jinn,
- robin,
- samus aran,
- sensor,
- sheeana,
- sir sparhawk,
- static,
- terry mcginnis,
- the major,
- wonder woman
Sooo...Meet-y
The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.
Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.
There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.
Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.
There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.
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Lie, came a tiny, urgent voice in the back of his skull. Tell him some other name, and then get lost in the crowd and just do what you have to do to get by. Don't step into these shoes again - how many times do you have to ruin humanity's chances before you finally learn that it's best to just keep your head down and...
And then there was another voice directly in his ear, clear as crystal, but edged with a silken purr: "This is what we've been waiting for, Gaius. You can't back out now."
So he couldn't outrun her, even here. Gaius' blood ran cold.
Six's hand tightened on his shoulder, and he hoped his utter shock at her appearance didn't show on his face, given that to the Captain, Gaius would seem to be simply standing there, abruptly frozen for no good reason at all. He'd had years of practice at hiding his reactions to the woman that might exist only in his mind's eye, but his surprise that she had followed him into another dimension or whatever this was reignited all his old nervous tics.
"It's your destiny, Gaius. Seize it," she urged, and as her nails dug in tighter, he spoke up, voice squawking a bit unnecessarily: "Gaius Baltar." He held out a hand with a stiff, utterly forced smile. "Glad to help in any way I can."
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That hesitation ... Gaius's response. Suddenly Picard felt himself going back into his own mind, to a part he rarely acknowledged, a voice he hid away and never listened to but in the direst of circumstances. A voice that had unwillingly led him to victory years ago.
Resistance is futile.
The realization struck him hard, almost left Picard breathless. He knew this man. They had never met, true, and they were most certainly not from the same worlds, but Picard nonetheless knew him. Knew him for what he was: a man with a secret, one that haunted him and possibly endangered his crew. His own hand reached out almost mechanically toward Baltar's, clenching it in a strong grip that was just beginning to become painful before he pulled away.
"Would you meet me here, after this meeting?" he asked, his expression calming as he mentally stepped away from the voice of the Queen, of Locutus, that would never truly leave him.
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"... Very well," he said, with a brisk nod. After all, he thought, with a small twinge of something approaching despair - what else was he going to do now?
It was obvious the Captain had others to greet, and break the grisly news to. So for the time being, Baltar slipped aside, mulling over all of this, and doing what he could to surreptitiously seek out an opening in the crowd where he might have a hushed conversation with Six without appearing insane.
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"You're broadcasting," she informed him flatly, in a tone that made it clear she expected him to stop, now. Damn, but it was a headache and a half, these people. One thing after another.
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It couldn't be true. There was a room full of people, crammed together. She must be misreading something. Her disturbingly iron-tight grip on his shoulder, however, told him that this would be a bad response.
"I promise you that I'm not broadcasting anything on purpose... perhaps it's some equipment or..." But he knew there was nothing on his person, except perhaps the same equipment they'd handed to everyone else at the door, that could be doing something like this.
"I... I have no idea," he finally said, and to his supreme frustration, Six began circling around behind the woman, grinning as if this were all extremely fun.
"She's got your number, Gaius," Six said. "But if you're broadcasting something, what does that mean?"
"Nothing," he replied tartly in Six's direction, and then quickly added "...of mine was given to me when I arrived here. I only have the standard issue... whatever these are."
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"No," the Major brooked no argument, "Figure it out."
the implied threat: or I will.
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"I'll do what I can," he stammered. It was the best oily compromise he could offer. Hopefully enough so that she would let go of him.
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