trans_9 | There are times to keep a stiff upper lip

Who: Allenby and open
Where: Pod caverns
Summary: Allenby is pissed at being abruptly short a best friend.
Warnings: Some cursing.

If someone were to venture down to the pod caverns today, they would hear the sound of screaming. Not the sounds of pain or terror--in fact, it was rather articulate and purposeful screaming at a specific individual, although very little of it was the kind of thing that ought to be repeated.

"Damn you, Stacy," Allenby snarled, stalking from pod to pod, wiping at the surfaces with her gloved hand--her left arm was still in its sling--and glaring inside, even though she knew that there was no point in trying to identify the occupants. She'd given up trying to find Domon and the others that way a while ago and just settled for the yelling... but this had just happened. Just happened. Shouldn't a pod that had been refilled so recently have some kind of sign?

So far, it didn't look like it. And even if they did, there were millions to go through....

"STACY! YOU BITCH!" she screamed for about the fifth time, looking up at the ceiling. "You expect us to think you're on our side, huh? Just 'cause ooh, you let Howard and his friend off two seconds before you were gonna rip him apart, gosh, we're so fucking grateful you let the Daligig and the Kessek stomp all over us for an hour just for that!" She clenched her fist, not caring that there were tears running down her face again. "If you want to be nice to us WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ZOUICHI BACK, HUH?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU POD HIM FOR!"

Not just Zouichi... Ildraniath too. Jr. That psychic kid, Raz. And she hadn't missed that councilor Tarrant vanishing, either. It wasn't a coincidence. "You stupid puppet of a ship, tryin' to tie everyone else to the same strings you got. You try and put me back into the pods and there's gonna be trouble--we both know there ain't one thing wrong with my soul and there wasn't anything with theirs either! So give 'em back!"

She moved to the next pod, peering inside at the indistinct blob that might have been a person.

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No better time, really, especially when 'people to trust' seemed to be getting fewer and fewer. Not that Allenby trusted the Department heads, really, but still...

"The only thing that's gettin' better is my arm," she said, lifting the one in the sling very slightly. How much of her yelling had he heard? Probably most of it. She hadn't been going too much for subtlety. "I'd rather have it stay broken another month if it'd get my friends out of these pods, though."

"Wouldn't we all give something to have them out?" He replied in a softer tone as he approached.

"I don't know... if it's for the best or not. Right now, none of us do all things considered. All that's left to do is to carry on their wishes right? And if I'm not mistaken, everyone of them wanted this shit won."

"Yeah... guess so." Zouichi wasn't the only one she'd like to see again, that was for sure. Splicer had friends too, she was certain, along with, well, just about everyone. "Too bad. When we're all done kickin' the Daligig out, they're gonna be real disappointed that they missed the party."

"Haha, no kiddin' right? They'll miss out on all the fun." If war could really be fun in the end. No side really ever won, everyone always suffered losses and it was always just a difference of ideals and morals. But that was war, and you took it with a grain of salt no matter what side you were on.

"How have you been dealin'? With all the recent events and such? And the coming storm..." Vague, of course, last thing they needed was some creep hearing about things.

"Yeah, I'd hate to be them." Kicking the Daligigs' ass five ways into Sunday would be fun, Allenby was sure, but it was going to be costly as well. If she didn't watch out, she might lose another friend or three before it was over and that would just be the beginning to war in a different way.

She raised her eyebrows at Splicer's vague phrasing, but it was plain enough even if she hadn't been thinking about it near-constantly. "Apart from this?" She reached back and rapped her knuckles on the pod. "Okay. It's gonna be a rough ride, but we're gonna make it."

Even as she responded in equally non-specific terms, Allenby wondered if it really did any good. It was fine if there were Daligig snooping around in here, but they just had to trust that Stacy wouldn't pass on their thoughts... which Allenby did not, given the circumstances.

"Rough is an understatement. And not a very pleasant one either." Splicer started with a sigh and relaxed against one of the pods.

"Good idea, bad execution is all I gots ta say. I'm in it till the end, but I don't think things got thought through. The enemy's rough, and the others are no pushovers either. This will be much more than what many here ever bargained for, let me tell you that." he added with a frown and a click of his tongue.

Having to face one enemy was bad, having to face multiple enemies with limited to no allies? They might as well have been dragging a wood wagon with a big target painted on top of it.

Allenby didn't look too happy with that assessment. Sure, it was more than they bargained for. She hadn't forgotten the recording of the first mutiny's bitter end, and she sure wasn't about to forget how tough the Kessek were. But she was sick of it. She couldn't stand the thought of knuckling under and accepting the fate they wanted her too. It made Neo-Sweden look like shining beacons of morality.

"Well, we'll see how good or bad it is when it happens," she said, clenching her fist. "I can't go on like this much longer. Better that than being a slave until we stop bein' useful to them, too!"

Splicer smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, don't get me wrong. I'm all for it. I'm just saying a lot of people here seem to be jumping into it without thinking things through. Something like this... it needs to go without a hitch. And life afterwards ain't gonna be easy. I'm just concerned for those that haven't had a rough life before yanno?"

Allenby sighed and leaned her head back against the pod, staring upwards. "I suppose you got a point. I didn't forget what I learned back when they threw me in the brig for tryin' to go down to that clone planet."

She looked back at Splicer. "You wanna go somewhere less public to talk about this?" Not that a bunch of unconscious people in mucus pods really counted as public, but there might still be someone listening anyhow--and even if there wasn't, there was still Stacy.

"Yeah, it'd be for the best with how many rats the big hogs got runnin' 'round this place. No offense to the girl, but she'd got enough bugs around to make anyone squeamish."

He nodded towards the door at the end of the caverns and extended an arm out of courtesy if Allenby was to grab for it.

There are times to keep a stiff upper lip

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