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Free but at what cost? (Some language warning)

(After this)

Dean had got some sleep, and now he was lying out in the Impala after having some beer from the Drunken Dragon tavern. It helped a little.

Not really.

He sent a comm to Sam earlier when he was more awake saying where he was, and that it was true.

Apocalypse canceled. No more angel condoms, no more Michael, no more Lucifer. The Winchesters were free from destiny's hold.

...No more Earth.

They failed. He failed.

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Dean stared at him, "They're freaking monsters plain and simple, and need to be taken out. Peace agreements aren't going to work here."

He sighed and then added to them both, tapping the side of his head, "It ain't just the ship saying it. I asked for them back. What happened when she grabbed me. I saw them, and I watched them murder thousands of innocents."

Jubilee shook her head. "You sound like Ororo." She said.

Sitting forward, she braced her forearms on her upraised knees. "Peace has its place. God knows, I would let almost anyone live and let live as long as they allowed me the same courtesy." She explained. "And I haven't gotten my memories back, because I'm not sure that those nightmares on top of the ones I already have are a good idea." Jubilee knew, very well, what her powers could do if they got out of control. "Mainly because I don't want to accidentally blow something up." She admitted.

"But, I've known several different alien races that wanted to take over my world." Jubilee shrugged. "Usually, just because they could and decided it'd be a good idea. But the one thing I know? No matter what their reason, it all boils down to this: They don't care how many they kill, and the only thing they listen to is violence back. Do I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, with Dean, with any of the people on board and watch them fall in war? Absolutely not. It sickens me that it'll come to that." Jubilee sighed. "But I'm prepared to do it. Because I cannot, will not allow another child, another mother, another friend, another brother to watch their world destroyed."

She stopped. "Oh god I sound like Cyclops." She groaned and buried her face into her hands.

"That's what people thought about the Yuuzhan Vong once," he frowned. "They crashed moons into planets, tried to wipe out the Jedi, and chopped up any machine they ran into, but it turned out plenty of them just wanted to sit down and farm on a planet in the middle of nowhere. Your parsecage may vary." He turned back to the fair-haired man. "What did the ship show you?"

Dean snorted at Jubilee's comment, and added, "I asked for them back since the way things were back home... I had to know for sure. One way or another." Granted he just added to his nightmares, but same shit, different day by his reasoning. Least he still got a good dream once in a while.

He added, "She showed me what happened when they showed up, and started tearing everything and everyone apart. Even the demons we usually take down were nothing to them. Almost had me before I got grabbed, and there was some table before they knocked me out. Guess they stuck me in one of the pods after that."

She wanted to get drunk. Rip roaring, falling on her face drunk. But she wouldn't. She'd behave. Mostly.

"I can understand that." Jubilee picked up the empty bottle to have something for her hands to do. She rolled it back and forth. "I hate to ask, Dean, but... anything else you can remember?" Jubilee looked up at him. "Weapons, fighting styles, vehicles, anything? Small details are usually the most important."

"Cohesiveness?" Ben added. "I heard they're a hive mind, but no one seems to know how complete the queen's control is. And did they communicate with anyone?"

"No weapons, just razor sharp claws. Mostly just saw their Grunts. The Ground forces."

Dean gave an overview of the battle (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/347541.html?thread=26487445#t26487445) he witnessed, and what he got from Stacy, leaving out the part of seeing his brother protecting him and getting cut down.

Jubilee leaned her head back against the wheel well. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine it. "They sound like some horrific cross between the Brood and Wolverine, when he was Death." She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Which, didn't really give them much. "Ice was the most effective against the Brood, from what I remember. Better to ask him though." She murmured. "Wolverine... well, that was me, but somehow reasoning and reminding them of former feelings just doesn't seem the way to go." It made her want to go talk to Stacy and get her own memories.

"Ice never bothered any insectoids I met," he said, thinking of the Dark Nest and his own time almost-submersed in Gorog's hive mind. "It's more effective to disrupt their communications, or to take out the core of any collective consciousness." He rubbed his forearm absentmindedly. "Depending on the strength of that collective consciousness, you might be able to stop a whole invasion force just be seizing its command being."

"Think it's going to take more than just turning them into bug popsicles. She said they can take down any defense so far."

Dean nodded, "We need to a way to find who that is. Better yet, get to where they're from."

Jubilee opened her eyes. "Sorry, thinking out loud." She apologized.

"Any defense so far?" Jubilee frowned, rolling the empty bottle between her palms. "That means... hmm." She continued thinking for a moment. It made her wish for Scott. He was better at this stuff than she was. AND she wanted to put him through a wall.

"Disrupting communications is always a good step forward. If they can't talk, they tend to fall apart." Jubilee pointed out absently.

She looked up at Dean. "No one knows that right? I've been kinda lax about finding stuff out." She shrugged.

"Don't beat yourself up," Ben sighed, "I've been trying to find out anything I can, and all I've got is that one crew member's met the Ohm, that the crew made contact with the Daligig a while ago, and that the food is awful. I'm almost certain none of the crew knows what dimension the Ohm are from, let alone how to find one of their commanders."

"Yeah I was there when they made contact. Was just after I woke up, and Stacy had iced the rest of the zombies we hadn't taken out. The Dalgig didn't have a lot of info on them either."

Jubilee listened to the pair of them. She closed her eyes again. "I wish Kitty was here." She murmured. "She's so much better at this." Coordinating data was a fun Saturday night to Shadowcat.

"Do we know how many people have their memories?" She asked. She wondered if she could start working on a file to see if there were any details that seemed to be insignificant, but would help. "I mean," Jubilee sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. "Maybe there's something hidden there. I hate grasping at straws. So much better with the 'blowing things up' end of things."

"Master Kenobi's the only other one I've met," Ben said. "I wonder how many people would reply to some sort of questionnaire sent out over the omnicomm system -- 'do you remember the world ending, can you think of anything someone fresh out of the pods should know, what's your favorite color?'"

Dean shrugged at that, "Whoever's asked Stacy for them I guess. Probably not many."

Jubilee nodded. "Just was thinking. Everyone has their own point of view." She looked up at Dean. "You said you took down demons. The one demon I met, well, he's supposedly the father of one my best friends and was a total loser." She shrugged. "And you're a Jedi." She motioned at Ben.

"If we can get peeps with the memories to offer up what they saw, maybe there's something there." She shrugged. "Like I said, Scott and Kitty are so much better at this than me."

"Not everyone's meant for intelligence work," he shrugged. "Collecting memories is definitely the right idea, though." He tugged his omnicomm unit out of the utility belt he'd looped over his plantsuit and tapped the device on. "Anything else you're interested in finding out about our crew?"

He shook his head, "Not just demons, any supernatural fuglies that want to hurt people. I take them out. Me and my brother."

Dean remarked, "I'd say just focus on any memories of the Ohm."

"Huh." Jubilee said, thinking. "The worst I had to take on was Dracula." A pause. "Well, and I was there when Azazel pulled his crap." A shrug.

She looked up at Ben. "And I'd say he's right. We don't need to know anything else. We need intel on the Ohm. Start there, and if we need clarification, or whatever, we can go back and ask for it." She rolled her bottle between her hands.

"Though," she thought for a moment. "Technology level of the world might help too." She nodded to Dean. "I'm guessing that his was about the level of mine, but yours," a nod to Ben, "was more advanced. And we're going to have everything in between."

He nodded. "No interdimensional travel -- except one person-eating blob before I was born -- but we've used faster-than-light travel for thousands of years."

Ben typed in a short entry to his omnicomm, then sent it (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/160281.html) out to the ship. "And done"

"If it was the 21st Century Earth back home for you too, you'd be right," Dean remarked to Jubilee.

He then glanced at his comm, and eyed the message with a snort, "Subtle, kid. I like it."

"Pretty much. It was '07 when I was yanked." She needed to talk to Stacy about getting her memories back. The last thing she remembered was helping that kid in the alley. None of it made any sense. She stared at her bottle, rolling the brown glass between her hands.

Of course, she could do without some of the memories before that. But it didn't work like that. She knew that.

She gave a glance at her own and snorted, a small smile twitching her lips. "Cute." Jubilee said, shaking her head.

"Lots of people from Earth," he noted, typing responses as the other two spoke. "Lots from more or less your time, too." He glanced up. "Do you know anyone here from home?"

"2009 here, and like I said, right now it's just my brother and me. Only ones from our Earth." He left out the part where they were movies and/or comic books where he came from. Having his own book series based on his life gave him some perspective on just how freaky the idea was of strangers knowing your life.

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