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Out of credits, Game Over. [Open - During Shore Leave]

The Shodan incident had left more than a foul memory, in fact, it was so bad that the details were hazy.

But he knew he'd gone rogue, and he knew that he caused a lot of damage... and hurt people he cared about. There was no excuse, this was were he belonged. That however didn't make it any more depressing. He'd missed the new crew members, and he would miss much of the going ons but Splicer was used to being alone...

He had his team back after all, even if they were back at home. For now, he'd simply sit there, slumped against the cell wall and think of the thing's he'd done.

Man... this is the shit that the other Spectres got killed for... way to lose it cowboy...

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And then there was one of his few friends on the ship... a friend he'd not only shot at, but threw all sorts of explosives and sent on a chase through out the City to clear his fuck up.

You'll have to forgive him if he tries not to look up seeing as he feels he doesn't deserve the presence.

"Eh, I'm sure this is five star treatment compared to what I woulda gotten back home for this whole shitstorm... So I'm alright... How about you?"

"I've been doing all right." Zouichi pulled up a chair outside the cell and sat down.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Because he had some suspicions, but it was hard to really tell for sure.

Splicer sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"I wish I could tell you in detail myself... But my head's still hazy. I just remember a sudden blackout and the biggest migraine I have felt in my life... When I came to I...."

He paused, holding his head for a moment and closing his eyes tight to stave off the pain before shaking his head.

"I remember that thing... the AI... at first I had thought it was Stacy, fuck knows she's a crazy bitch, and... then they... they just didn't respond... my team... they... I thought they... were dead..."

You're kind of weirding him out, Splicer. Like, seriously. "Your team? What happened was that SHODAN cut off or dampened all our powers at once."

He does that so well!

"Yeah, my team. Don't you remember? Mig, Alice, Lil?"

He paused for a moment before frowning, "Yeah... I didn't know about this Shodan whoever till after I was knocked out and put here... And the power cutout would explain why I had the massive migraine and couldn't remember much of anything other than wanting to destroy Stacy..."

Really. Weirding him out.

"Oh. Right. So when your powers disappear... you have trouble remembering things?"

Splicer didn't talk much about the experiments, after all, mind wipes to cover up questionable government experiments was so successful! But it was also things he didn't enjoy disclosing if he didn't have to.

But he trusted Zouichi.

"More like there's nothing holding back the damage... There's certain... mental dampeners in place that make me able to be somewhat acceptable in society."

Splicer sighed heavily and ruffled his own hair in frustration.

"Spectre experiments left their subjects with mental damage due to the extremeness of them. You get trained to quell your more serious issues in order to function... partially. Most of us were killed off when we couldn't be reigned in, or when we went rogue... The 'working condition' amount of us was minimal..."

"And SHODAN deprived you of those dampeners." Made sense. Although it sounded now like it hadn't even been Splicer's fault. He'd set the charges, sure, but he wasn't even in his right mind when it had happened (though one would argue that didn't make the attacks any less deadly). Zouichi sighed.

"Well, you're here now. How long are they going to keep you in the brig?"

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"No idea... wouldn't blame them if I'm perma-banned. Spectres' where never trusted due to their chaotic and unpredictable nature. So the Dominion had 'failsafe' protocols... Me and my team just managed to get rid of ours."

Well, it was more by accident, but still. They were better off without the chance of getting 'turned off' if the disobeyed orders.

Zouichi shook his head. "I don't think that's going to happen, honestly. Look, if you need someone to speak up on your behalf..." He left the rest of the sentence unsaid, unsure whether Splicer even wanted the help. But Zouichi couldn't just abandon him to whatever fate awaited him, right?

Then he lifted the object in his hands, holding it through the bars. "Here." It was a black box, wrapped in colored cloth. Inside was a boxed lunch, made from ingredients Zouichi had bought on shore leave (http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6669012833_967281ab4d.jpg).

Splicer was silent for a few at the offer. While Z was one of the very few he truly trusted and considered a friend, his offer for help hurt, cause he knew what he was. His kind had always been confined to being segregated from normal society, and only be around those like himself in order to protect the populace.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind if I start going crazy in here."
Well, crazier...

His thoughts were shaken away at the offering. He accepted it in kind, after all, refusing something was usually rude and eyed it's contents with a smirk.

"Man... I never thought I'd be this happy to receive food." his reply was more relaxed, a chuckle leaving his lips as he lightly shook his head before turning to face Zouichi.

"Thanks bro."

Zouichi nodded, then went on in a more lighthearted tone. After all, Splicer currently had all the time in the world to think his actions over -- he could probably use some time in which to take his mind off of the seriousness.

"So. If you'd like, I could check in on Hunter's Pad now and then. Make sure Howard hasn't stripped out all the wiring or something."

Splicer laughed and nodded, taking a few bites before speaking.

"I'd like that, thanks. I don't think he would, I mean, considering he's all about self-preservation and survival from what I hear." Don't touch his shit!!!!

Zouichi smiled. "Yeah, probably not. Can't hurt to drop by, anyway. Pick up any new video games since last time? Maybe I'll give one a shot."

He didn't have a lot of experience with video games, unlike Splicer, but he did have great twitch reflexes.

"I loaded up a bunch more, kept the ones that got the more play and switched out to others in my library." And don't worry, his damn library has centuries of games! Market stalking and antique shop hunting for the win!

"Hopefully someone will grab my list and pick me a few more from the new planet."

He nodded. "I did see a copy of that floating around. I'll see if I can find some of the games on it, but I'm not really experienced at hunting that sort of thing down."

Grocery sale shopping, on the other hand... well, Zouichi would make a great housewife. "How many of those things do you have, anyway?"

There were plenty of groceries on the list too! So Splicer would be lucky then.

"Games? Shit man, some would say too many would be an understatement. I love them, and collect them. And have managed to get vintage games from way, way back, 20th century in my world. Which is to say many thousands of years back... so you can say my library is quite extensive."

That was the cheerful and extensive way of saying 'I have millions of games.'

"What year do you come from, anyway?" For Zouichi, the 20th century was a thousand years away, but there were some here from the year 40,000."

Also, that was a ridiculous number of games.

"Well, sometimes it's hard to tell. If you believe the purists, they insist on Terran Dominion being the only true existence to us and state that it was the year 2505. But they don't want to accept that us Terrans where once human, still are or whatever," he shrugged.

"And before the stablishment of the first Terran colony which was thought to have been lost and forgotten, there's not much info one what year it was on Earth. I'm sure the UED would know more if those bastards hadn't turned tail and ran after the Brood Wars."

"...there's a difference between a Terran and a human?" He'd thought they were the same thing.

"Well... I can't help you there, I guess. Where I came from, it was 3006 A.D. So it's kind of strange, with all these people from the 20th and 21st century around. Even if you're from 2505, though, those are some antique games you've got."

Splicer shrugged, "Man, that question has been argued to death. I don't think we'll ever get to an agreement. Me? I don't really care. I'm me, that's about it."

As far as the games went, he smiled, "Yeah, Love those old games to death man. But I guess even the one's that I would say are top of the line from my time would be antique to you huh?" He chuckled.

"Sounds complicated." Well, he supposed that some might not consider many of the DRF agents truly 'human' any more. Perhaps it was the same thing.

He shrugged a little. "Maybe, maybe not. I mean, it's not like I've played that many video games. They'd all probably be new to me, actually." Even Pac Man. Or Pong. Although Pong would most likely be incredibly agonizing for Zouichi.

Splicer laughed, "Ah man, well all the better then! That means ya still got lots to experience man, and the wonderful world of video games is just amazing. I can assure you of that."

He smiled in return. "Guess so. Do you have any recommendations? Maybe something simple; the last time I tried playing a shooting game, I got a little too involved and ended up shooting the screen."

You know, Splicer. With his real gun.

Splicer laughed, a good, true laugh and shook his head. "Man, have I been there before plenty of times. How about way old school? To when games first came out? Well, not Pong or Asteroids, but maybe Galaga, or Centipede. Maybe even Donkey Kong."

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