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The perks of being a parent [Bendytimed to before podpop]
Oh boy.
Samus has had an excellent start to her new job. She was a little wary to take on the responsibility of security. After all, she always considered herself better as a free agent rather than part of the organized system. She always seemed to need to bend the rules in order to get things done. Leon understood this, though, and still offered her the position. Maybe it would even give her a bit more freedom in her methods, having to answer to less superiors. Maybe this would be a good thing.
Except for the fact that it now gave her adopted bird son even more unsupervised freetime around this very dangerous ship, which is exactly why the new Chief of Security was sitting with her head in one hand next to the passed out Komali in the Med Bay instead of in her new office in the precinct. Oh the joys of being a single parent.
Samus has had an excellent start to her new job. She was a little wary to take on the responsibility of security. After all, she always considered herself better as a free agent rather than part of the organized system. She always seemed to need to bend the rules in order to get things done. Leon understood this, though, and still offered her the position. Maybe it would even give her a bit more freedom in her methods, having to answer to less superiors. Maybe this would be a good thing.
Except for the fact that it now gave her adopted bird son even more unsupervised freetime around this very dangerous ship, which is exactly why the new Chief of Security was sitting with her head in one hand next to the passed out Komali in the Med Bay instead of in her new office in the precinct. Oh the joys of being a single parent.
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Komali? Well isn't that a cute name. (It was up to par with 'Hiccup') She was a little curious what it stood for.
"Never saw him 'til now." She gathered that may be a habitual thing around here when the boy appeared so tiny compared to their vast group.
"Hah, though meeting him here shouldn't be that much of a surprise." There was a fond smile on her lips. "I guess boys are boys, no matter what race or world they hail from - trouble is in their nature."
Yes, Astrid has the telling experience of dealing with rambunctious young males.
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As she neared the bed, she felt a tempting desire to touch one of the feathers that adorned him. Were they actually attached? Would he feel it, too?
Finger to lip, she blinked. "Just how many children are on the ship?"
The Ohm didn't discriminate; they had no qualms tearing a child away from their lives and worlds, throwing them into the fray. How pitiful, how sad, she thought.
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Samus gently pushed a few feathers to the side over his forehead. She had to agree with Astrid's sentiment. Even if it meant she had never met Komali, he would have been better off in the pods. Safer. She felt guilty for thinking that but...
The last parts of Samus' thoughts were left unsaid. Had it been up to her, perhaps even Astrid wouldn't be fighting this war. She knew she would be a great warrior. It was easy to forget that she wasn't already, but she was still a teenager. Samus held onto the strange sort of idea that only she deserved to be robbed of a life in order to protect others. Fighting was her life, but id didn't have to be everyone else's...
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But his face itched, where Samus had touched his feathers, and involuntarily, he reached up to scratch it.
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And they were all 'chosen champions'? She curiously began to speculate their individual potentials and what they served. "I see."
Oh she spotted movement. Hmm.
"...Well. My condolences to your child."
There was a tiny glimpse of a mischievous glint in her visible eye uncovered by her bangs as she gave him a sidelong glance, folding her arms and her lips slowly forming an amused smile. Bashful, eh? Maybe she can get a reaction out of him, then...
"--And if somehow your dear son can't pull through with his recovery, I'll arrange an honorable Viking ceremony for his passing to the other world. There are many rituals: Sticking them in a box on a ship and pushing them off into the vast ocean, but I'm sure it could be preformed the same way here--only beyond the stars instead of water. Cremation; allowing the ashes and smoke to drift into the realm of the gods. Disembowelment; emptying the body of the innards, they can't take them where they are going, of course..."
She could go on.
"We do them all the time at home."
Don't give her that look, Samus, it's only a bit of playful teasing.
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"Do you? Well, I certainly hope they aren't necessary, but he took such a nasty fall, I'm not sure what's going to happen. If only he had let me know what he was planning, it could have been prevented. Such a shame..."
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"Pleesdontdorwnmei'm really sorry!"
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Aha... joke's over.
"My mistake. Looks like he'll pull through, after all." she smiled, hands on her hips now. "I'd say that's a healthy reaction."
Falling from dangerous heights? Seriously, what was that about? Mother and son can surely rest easy, at any case.
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"Awake now, are you?"