Still got those mother nature's blues [Open]

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Dean had switched off on tracking the Dalgig for the time being, and other Security were keeping an eye to the other visitors. Only stopped by the Brig for some prisoners to get their walking papers.

He stopped by the Observation Deck, but there was nobody there to see. Why would there be? Mom and Dad were long gone, couldn't save Adam. Cas wasn't around anymore either. Would have been good seeing Bobby, or maybe even Ellen or Jo, but of course, never get that lucky. Old Winchester luck again, screwed, blue and tattooed.

He decided to head down to the Sensoriums. Part of the reason he wanted to compile information on the all of the past threats to the Ship was to set up a training program to develop strategy, and best methods for taking them out. Right now, he got some details on the giant bugs that some of the oldest crew dealt with. Which meant busy pumping shotgun shells into one. His eyes were singularly focused, his expression hardened.

This was easier. Just focus on doing his job, don't bother with any of that other crap. Who needed it? Certainly not him.

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[on_errantry]

A few short words brought Rhiow's personal shield up as she stepped into the Sensoriums. She was eager to avoid the ships' visitors, didn't want to get attached to anyone who might be leaving, and was especially disheartened that Iauhh or Urruah hadn't shown up.

"No-one woke up for you either, I take it," Rhiow said when she spotted Dean. The simulation was high-stress, high-danger, but Rhiow's shield kept her safe from stray shot and Ohm bits.

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"Hardly anybody left. Doesn't matter," He curtly replied with another shot to an attacking Ohm. It took two more rounds to take it down, and he turned to the cat as he paused the simulation.

[on_errantry]

For the first time in a long while, Rhiow thought of her beloved Huahah and closed her eyes, ears tilting to the side. Even if they managed to put their world back together, she would still be gone. Some things there was no recovering.

"I'm sorry anyway," she said, her tail curled tight around her feet. "What do you make of our more conventional visitors?" she asked, changing the subject.

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"The Dalgig? Don't trust them as far I could throw them." Which wouldn't that be that far, but hey, semantics. "The one obviously likes throwing his weight around, and thinks we'll bend over and take it. He better keep dreaming if he thinks that."

[on_errantry]

"I've been keeping an eye on that one," Rhiow said dryly. "You're right, he does very much like giving orders. But I also don't think they mean us any active harm." She paused. "I'm not sure if it's very comforting that I also don't think they'd try very hard to save us if we were in trouble, either."

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"They're not trying to kill us, but only because they need us as cannon fodder," Dean agreed, "They only care as along as there's enough of us to slow down the Ohm."