trans_9 | Time for the 'meat' and greet

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Time for the 'meat' and greet

[NOTE: This takes place DURING the holiday plot. If your character is involved in that, then they're still on the surface and not on the ship at this time.]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are 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.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies. The mission is still going on, so if your character is offship, they won't be around for this.]

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There's generally no actual hitting unless there's a good reason. Right now, Sam's not sure insults about his height are a good reason. Even if it would blow off a little nervous energy.

He shook his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Not much. Just that we've been Chosen to accomplish a 'great purpose'." Air quotes. Because, seriously. "And to fight something called the Ohm? Nothing I've ever come across in my books or Dad's journal, either. Champions of life or something like that."

Honestly, champion of life was better than what he'd been staring down the barrel of back home. So maybe it wasn't all bad.

He's had it stored up for a while, and feeling the need to do anything approaching normal. Even if it means insulting his bro. He still cares, really.

Dean glanced away for a moment, thinking of how the hell to even start.

"She didn't tell you why we're fighting the Ohm though right? Or what they're supposed to have did to our worlds?"

Sam shook his head. "No, just..." He paused, thinking back on her phrasing, which is enough to make his stomach drop a bit. "That we're protectors of the people and worlds left."

Sam's a smart guy. The tumblers got to work and Sam reeled a bit as the numbers added up. "It's gone, isn't it? Home? All the..." He made a motion, sort of meant to include everything ever.

Little brother was always the quick one, he recognized when Sam's brain was going into overdrive, and just nodded.

"That's what she said, yeah. They wiped it out. All of it. She said she tried to save our families, I don't know how many though." It wasn't going to be enough. All those lives they had saved over the years. Gone. Only good part they could say that this one wasn't their fault. Not even his. How the hell could they know about intergalactic aliens getting their kicks from wiping other universes out?"

Save their families. Dean was already here, which mostly just left Bobby for real family. Dad was gone and Sam had never even known their mother.

He looked around for a chair, suddenly feeling off center. "All that. Everything we went through and...aliens did it." It was almost laughable, if it didn't make Sam want to cry. Or scream.

Dean came closer to place a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"We still don't know. All we got is this Stacy, and some other aliens word it's gone. Not only that, we fry these Ohm? Saying there's a chance we can get back." He wasn't sure if he wanted his memories back of the so called rescue. Part of him was considering it.

The hand steadied him a lot. It wasn't anywhere near perfect, but it kept him from losing a little mental balance.

He took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to ignore that little bit of almost giddy emotion in his stomach. "I suppose it's not actually worse than facing down Armageddon, is it?" No demons or angels. Nobody trying to take over their bodies to play out the end of the world.

"Yeah, and nobody wants to ride us this time. Almost a bonus there." Yeah they're Chosen *again*, but it's not just them on the Chosen detail. It's everybody she was able to grab.

"Went from saving the world to saving the universe or some universe. Whatever."

"That's something." That's a lot, really. The real reason for all that relief that's trying to bubble up,. Sam put his head in his hands, taking another breath and letting it out slowly. "This is way too comic book for me, man."

"Tell me about it. Been here like a month or two I think. Had freaking zombies running around when I woke up."

"Zombies?" Sam straightens, because zombies he understands, at least. "Geez. Sounds like it's been interesting."

"Yeah, had to fight some of it in the buff. Somebody knocked Stacy out so we didn't get those planty..pulsing clothes till later."

He then grinned, "Was pretty badass, especially when Worf let me borrow his phaser."

"Worf?" Sam's the biggest dork on the planet (or not, but sometimes he likes to think he is). So yeah, he knows who Worf is. "Seriously? Because that's pretty badass, even if you were naked."

And thank GOD he hadn't seen that. Loved his brother and all, but...no. There were some things that man and brother were not meant to have to deal with.

"Seriously yeah, and the naked just makes it more badass. There's a lot of people here from shows and dude, they even have the f$%#*ing Batman. Really." No he hasn't met him yet, he's just kind of noticed from a distance.... not being stalkery or anything like a creepy fanboy. Dean's not like that.

"Just go easy on the where, because man, they're all real. It's not like Gabriel's tv mojo crap. It's really them."

"You must be loving it." Come on, it was Dean. He knew his older brother's thing about Batman. Not that he hadn't made it pretty blatantly obvious about a half dozen times over their lives.

He blinks at Dean, raising an eyebrow. "TV mojo crap?" Yeeeah. This is going to be interesting. "No, wait. Gabriel? As in the archangel?"

Dean didn't say anything, but yeah. The ship had the mother-effing BATMAN, that made it beyond cooler than anything.

He then frowned at Sam, and wondered if he hit his head getting out of the pod.

"Yeah, whiny dick of a guy, stuck us in tvland hell. You had herpes, and were the car, how can you not remember that? We thought he was the Trickster?"

Sam just stared at him for a moment. "Well, I won't say that there's not some mythology that does, at times, paint Gabriel as the archangel with a sense of humor, but I think I'd remember that. Especially the car thing. You sure you didn't just have a weird-ass dream?"

"Since it's the last thing I remember, no. I wish it was a damn dream. Son of a bitch kept comparing us to his brothers. Lucifer and Michael, saying how he wanted it all to be over?"

Dean stared at him back.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Sam shuddered, shaking his head. "Umm. Well, you finished telling me about this freaky future you'd gone to see, which was why you decided that we were better off together than on our own?" Which might have had a lot to do with why Sam was still acting a little stand offish. It wasn't that long ago that Dean had told him no when he'd suggested it himself, after all.

Shit, shit... this is what Stacy said about grabbing some people from different times. Only a few weeks, but still.

"Dude, that was a few weeks ago. Damn, she said there wasn't a lot of time, and she had to grab some from different points in time. Guess that's what happened with us."

"Sounds like." Sam frowned, scratching the back of his head. "That doesn't make a lot of sense, though. I mean, you said that I was there in your last memories. Why wouldn't she be able to grab me at the same time?"

He sighed, "Something about how fast the Ohm were going about wrecking worlds. It wasn't at one point, they were going back in time to get rid of the history too. So she said she only had so much time to grab people where she could. Maybe she tried to grab you with me and it didn't work? I don't know, damn thing gives me a headache."

"Sounds very headache worthy." That did made sense. If Stacy managed to miss on the first shot, she'd have to go further back to try again. "It's kind of a hell of a lot to take in, though."

Dean nodded and fell silent for a moment.

"Yeah, hey listen, why don't I show you around. We'll stop by the hanger first. Got a surprise."

"Yeah?" Whatever the reason, Sam was just glad to have his brother back. The one that...mostly seemed to trust him again. Then again, it wasn't like there was a lot of choice. "Sure. I'd like that."

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