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trans_92012-06-03 11:36 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92012-06-03 11:36 pm
The Time We Lost [open, post-rebellion]
Podded and popped again? Billy was less than enthusiastic, especially considering the circumstances. He'd been podded to hinder the engineers---of that, he was certain. He hadn't tried nearly hard enough to affirm his loyalty to the Daligig. Billy would really have to work on his ability to lie.
He'd shivered in the puddle of biostasis fluid, bogged down by worry and fear carried over from his last memory. What had happened, how long had he been gone? Weeks, months, years? Was there even a single familiar face still here?
At least one, his heart answered, though that little warmth in his chest couldn't tell him how he'd be received by her. He hoped there were more friends waiting. Resigning himself to the fact that he'd have to face them sooner or later (especially if she was telling people that he was awake---the last thing he wanted was anyone rushing down here to check), Billy rose to his feet and trode onward and upward.
Finally, he reached the traditional destination, the Observation Deck. As he gazed around at the strangely barren environment, that nagging sense of wrongness finally clicked in his mind. It felt wrong because it was empty. Where were the other popping crew members, where was the welcoming committee? A quick visual sweep across the room revealed no presence that caught his eye---was it his blind spot, were these new glasses not the right prescription strength? Or was everyone asleep, or...worse?
Billy knew by now that it was best to fight pre-emptive panic---his body needed the resources for when it was truly time to panic. He knew at least one person was alive. That was enough. So he settled on a small meat-chair, thinking of exactly what he'd say to the first person he saw. Where to begin? Apologies, questions...he had so many words in his head he worried he'd trip on them.
He'd shivered in the puddle of biostasis fluid, bogged down by worry and fear carried over from his last memory. What had happened, how long had he been gone? Weeks, months, years? Was there even a single familiar face still here?
At least one, his heart answered, though that little warmth in his chest couldn't tell him how he'd be received by her. He hoped there were more friends waiting. Resigning himself to the fact that he'd have to face them sooner or later (especially if she was telling people that he was awake---the last thing he wanted was anyone rushing down here to check), Billy rose to his feet and trode onward and upward.
Finally, he reached the traditional destination, the Observation Deck. As he gazed around at the strangely barren environment, that nagging sense of wrongness finally clicked in his mind. It felt wrong because it was empty. Where were the other popping crew members, where was the welcoming committee? A quick visual sweep across the room revealed no presence that caught his eye---was it his blind spot, were these new glasses not the right prescription strength? Or was everyone asleep, or...worse?
Billy knew by now that it was best to fight pre-emptive panic---his body needed the resources for when it was truly time to panic. He knew at least one person was alive. That was enough. So he settled on a small meat-chair, thinking of exactly what he'd say to the first person he saw. Where to begin? Apologies, questions...he had so many words in his head he worried he'd trip on them.
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"So. You're back out."
The Overlord looked at him with blank white eyes and narrowed eyebrows, from the hands of his minion.
"Well, you're too late. The Daligig killed everyone! I'm the only one left alive, because I agreed to serve them!"
Must... keep... straight... face...
"Also they all died cursing your name! Specifically! In elaborate detail!"
...okay, just a LITTLE bit of a snicker started to slip through the edges of his mouth there.
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His positive thoughts didn't last too long. Billy's head shot straight up, eyes dark with anger. Regret, denial.
"You're lying!" He sounded just a little too raw and angry to be completely confident. Bad time for a joke, sir.
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It took Billy's brain about half a second longer than usual to re-adjust. It was like deflating a balloon with only a tiny incision. He looked flabbergasted.
"That's...great! Wonderful news. Thank you for scaring me."
Except he's not thankful.
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He'd have something else to say when he took a glance at the omnicom backlog later on, but for now, he folded his arms and flopped against the couch.
"That's...wow. Congratulations on a job well done."
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He still sounded somewhat in shock. "Again, congratulations."
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"All right," he finally conceded. "So it is. But I'll try to carry more of the weight next time."
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"Seriously, cut it out and go see the people who've been missing you. Why the hell were you just sitting here instead of doing that to begin with?!"
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He stretched his legs and rolled into a standing position, showing the faintest smile. "You can get back to your business now. I'll resume mine soon, I promise."
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