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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[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Nobody down there to see," He remarked dismissively before coldly shooting another Ohm in one of its legs, and then reloaded quickly to deliver one in the head.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He tossed the disabled Ohm into one of its fellows, bowling it over. "Well, that was the warning, after all. There was no one I knew, either."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, so why bother if people only get a day anyway?" Maybe he'd think otherwise if somebody was there, but it seemed even crueler knowing they would be asleep again so soon.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"And endanger the crew in the process," Zouichi said, looking grim. "Not all of the people who were ejected from the pods were friendly. And I understand the 'good' version of the ship's AI has gone more or less silence since."

Couldn't it have spent its energy say, making sure there were not hordes of flesh-eating living zombie men in containment rooms somewhere?

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"And this with our so called 'honored guests' on board. Something stinks on ice about this."