trans_9 | My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

"You look tired," a voice behind her remarked. Lash dismissed him with a wave of a hand as the projection towered next to her.

She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.

It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.

Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.

And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.

"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.

"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?

"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.

"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are." Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.

[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]

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"Well..." she gave the girl a look. "With all due respect, how do I know you're not secretly some evil villain plotting my demise and wanting me to spill out the good so you can harm us all?"

She looked at her with a grin, scratching her nose. "I should know. I've done my fair share of...uh....eviling."

Best to see what reaction she would take now. She was usually pretty good in studying people's body language.

Mindy laughed. Her, evil? Not that was something she wished that daddy had been around to hear: the idea of her doing something evil would have been pretty alarming.

"Because you would have known already. Besides, I'm a ten year old girl, how evil could I possibly be, even if I was anyway?"

Ha. Just ha.

"Well I was pretty evil at ten," Lash replied with a small grin. "And one of the best Commanding Officers in Blue Moon right now is Colin." She moved her hands and an image of him appeared.

"He's nine." She rubbed her nose again. "I'm just saying. Never can be too careful and all that."

"You don't have to worry about that," Hit Girl said. "I've never had any reason to be evil. My dad taught me better than that, and he should know: he's had some pretty bad encounters with the crap that evil people do. Besides, you would know if I did something bad and be able to go after me anyway, right?"

Half a lie. Physically, she could totally hold her own. But be a bad guy? No was that was going to happen anytime soon.

"Depends," Lash argued, crossing her arms. "Never know what hidden identity someone might have or if they're vampires or garou or even cyborgs."

She spoke from experience.

"Okay, here's a question; why did Stacy unfreeze you?" Seemed simple enough, and it might help pass her judgment better.

Wow, but she hoped she didn't have to worry about any of those things on the ship. The one cyborg she's met was annoying enough, she didn't want to think about the possibility that she'd also have to deal with vampires and werewolves too. That would be way too annoying.

She blinked. Shit. How did she answer this question without giving herself away?

"I dunno," she said. "Not everyone knows why they were brought onto this Stacy ship thing, right? I mean, we know why you're here, that's pretty obvious. I don;t know what she wants me to do."

"I suppose..." She frowned a little. "Sorry if I don't see too happy about telling everything, I don't mind sharing info as far as I'm concerned, but I wouldn't want to be THAT team member who ends up spilling all of the beans. 'Sides, I've had a bad experience with that in the past." She recalled her talk with Big Zero. "Anyway, I'm sure you have some skills! I haven't seen her wake up anyone that as worthless...mostly." Big Zero, you got so much HATE from her.

"Hey, no worries," Hit girl said. "I was just trying to get an idea of who's joining what. I hear that there are clubs for heroes and stuff, and I'm a kid, so I'm thinking maybe the Outsiders, if only to gets stronger. Still sorta debating. But yeah...I hear you about it getting at you in the past."

BOY did she know about that.

"Well no, no one I've seen withiut skill. Although, you know, it'd be nice if Stacy were a little more selective. Demons, that nazi bitch...I mean, really?"

Well if Lash had been more cultured or carrying, she would have thought something was weird about a ten year old saying words like bitch. But really, that just passed waaaay over her head.

"Haha, maybe they just unpopped her for some Ohm bait. She'll insult them to death."

"Maybe even a test," Hit Girl said. "I mean, here we all are, trying to sort of forge together a team, and she pops up wanting people to fall into her own sort of divisions. She's got a pretty warped out look. The worst thing is no one's tried just flat out punching her in her big stupid mouth. I've seen people like her in my world before. Pretty nasty."

She shrugged. "So how's this place treating you, in relation to back at what used to be your home?"

"Not to bad actually," she answered truthfully. "I guess I do kinda miss a few people, but most of us have people left behind anyway." She shrugged. "One of my last memories was sneaking away from the festivities so I didn't become a glorified prison of war so I could say I've done better here than there."

"I'll say," Hit girl said. "It's a lot easier to move around here saying you're a hero when there are people who will actually believe you. Of course, they also have super powers and stuff, so it doesn't always give you the warm fuzzies either."

In fact, it was pretty intimidating.

"And you're sort of a hero here now, right?"

"Yeah..." she trained off, not really sure how she felt about that word. Hero was a pretty big deal in some places and she wasn't sure if she fit that bill at all. "...I guess. Dunno, I think I see myself more as an anti-hero at this point. Helping defeat the Ohm, but I won't be all nice about it."

Well THAT was something Mindy was all about, not that she could say it. When it really came down to it, her favorite hero was one that didn't act all nice, that beat bitches down when they needed it and gave out justice because that was all they understood.

Better to play it dumb though.

"What do you mean, not nice about it?"

My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

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