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( closed ) scouting the wall
who: Jim Kirk, Beverly Crusher, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Chyler Silva, Hana Song, Emma Swan (+ anyone else who's still interested! feel free to PM me, no worries)
what: team mission
when: February 7th - 17th
where: along the wall of the Abandoned City
warnings: monster fighting & consequent injuries at most
what: team mission
when: February 7th - 17th
where: along the wall of the Abandoned City
warnings: monster fighting & consequent injuries at most
With the prospect of more power in the near future, the Government of Riverview is looking for multiple teams of people to take a survey of the wall surrounding the Abandoned City and note all structural damage and areas where the integrity of the wall is compromised. The objective is to note the location and nature of any structural damage or interference with the tech components (laser emitters, etc.) that is compromising the integrity of the outer wall.
The team assembled by Jim Kirk will head out on the shuttle, making the trip at least far quicker, although long stretches of the wall are done by foot, in smaller groups or pairs. No one is advised to be out there on their own. Everyone will be given a handheld scanning device to study the wall, and a device similar to a tablet where they can store all the data, complete with detailed instructions on how to use both. The shuttle will be available to pick people up and drop them off at different points of the wall as needed, to try and make the trip as quick as possible.
[ ooc: this will work as a mingle log, so everyone is free to write up their own top levels and/or tag around as much as they like. ]
The team assembled by Jim Kirk will head out on the shuttle, making the trip at least far quicker, although long stretches of the wall are done by foot, in smaller groups or pairs. No one is advised to be out there on their own. Everyone will be given a handheld scanning device to study the wall, and a device similar to a tablet where they can store all the data, complete with detailed instructions on how to use both. The shuttle will be available to pick people up and drop them off at different points of the wall as needed, to try and make the trip as quick as possible.
[ ooc: this will work as a mingle log, so everyone is free to write up their own top levels and/or tag around as much as they like. ]
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Seeing him in action on-mission drives her respect for him up exponentially. She starts watching him whenever she gets the chance, mostly when she thinks he won't notice. She likes seeing how well he handles his weapons, the way he takes a calm and quiet lead when they're in the field. She volunteers a few times to fill out the security on teams he leads, not going out of her way to talk to him or anything, just. Y'know. Doing her job. And watching him do his.
She is in fact watching him do his when he yells Down, weapon raised in her direction, and she hits the dirt, rolling on to her side to see a massive quadrupedal plant-dog-thing rising up out of the underbrush.
Should have seen that, Silva. Should have been paying attention.
She hefts her P90 and fires a breath after Cassian, tagging the thing in what looks like its head once before she opens up into a series of controlled bursts, shooting along with the rest of the security team until there's nothing but a stump oozing green blood and shedding leaves and the monster's body is collapsing toward the forest floor again.
Chyler doesn't trust non-human creatures to die the way they're supposed to. She doesn't miss once.
Still, as she rolls back to her feet and approaches the body, scouting and prepared to open fire again, she glances Cassian's way. ]
I'm sorry, sir. I should have seen it coming.
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[it's not malicious, or he would have put a stop to it immediately. but cassian is a spy and he notices these things very quickly, especially when the attention is turned on him. she keeps watching him when she thinks he's not looking, she volunteers slightly more than usual to follow his lead.]
[he realizes what it is about two or three days in. she has a crush on him. it startles him for a second, mostly because he wasn't trying to get someone's affection, but when he really thinks about it, everything he knows about her and where it crosses with him, he's... not that surprised, he supposes.]
[she listens to his order to drop and the plantlike creature is killed by joint effort. cassian has seen plenty of alien species, but the stuff he encounters beyond the wall sometimes is just bizarre. he checks his weapon while she climbs to her feet, not too worried about the plant coming back to life? it was littered with gunfire. he's not off guard, but he's confident they all got it.]
It blended it quite well with the rest of the greenery. No one noticed it until the last moment. It probably functions that way to get its prey.
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Prey. She swallows, throat dry, and reaches for her canteen. She thought she was used to the idea, by now, that humans aren't the apex predators here. (Anywhere.) ]
We're lucky you did.
[ Normally she wouldn't praise someone for alerting the group to danger--that's a basic function of working as a team. But. She wants to. This time. ]
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[her remark is a very unnecessary compliment, which just further confirms his whole crush theory. but it's... harmless right now, so he doesn't start formulating how to ruin it or anything of the sort.]
It's not luck. You could argue observation is my area of expertise. We will have to take note and be mindful of similar threats as we go along.
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[ It takes a few minutes for the party to sort itself out again. Chyler may or may not angle for a position next to Cassian's, a totally surreptitious goal that she achieves with complete subtlety. They've been moving through the underbrush again for several minutes when she ventures, ]
You were an intelligence officer?
[ It's a guess. But she thinks it's a good one. ]
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[again, harmless enough, and she's a good shot, so he doesn't really care.]
[her question breaks the silence, but it's still a few long seconds before he replies.]
For quite a few good years, yes. [he's honest because if he's not a spy anymore, it's not really a secret anymore either. also, maybe mentioning years will remind her how much older he is?? not that he's worried she'll try anything, but the point.]
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Chyler takes the time to scan their surroundings once again before she answers, determined not to be caught off-guard by anything this time. It's as much a matter of pride as it is one of duty. She can't let him see her get taken by surprise twice. ]
A friend of mine wanted to be placed with ONI--the Office of Naval Intelligence. [ A noise overhead draws her attention; just a bird, taking off. It's a good reminder to check above them, too. ] I was aiming for special forces.
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[bless her soul, the extra awareness of her surroundings, the eager way she talks about military goals. she's trying so hard, he can't even fault her, even if he was already in intelligence at her age.]
People tend to end up where their skill sets are most needed, especially in smaller militaries. There was a special forces unit back home called the Pathfinders I made use of quite often.
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[ She's still realizing in increments that she's not going home, that it's not even an option. Her goals have to shift along with that reality. She still wants what she's always wanted. To be the best. To fight Insurrectionists. But there's those monsters, now, those monsters, and Atlantis, and this place. There's the fact that she's dead, or she should be.
What she's always wanted is increasingly irrelevant. ]
Yours was?
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It was more of a Resistance movement than a standard army. A collective of many rebel cells, who all brought in their own supplies and skills. Much smaller than the Empire's military.
Does your galaxy have space travel?
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[ She stops for a second, her grip on her weapon tightening, fighting down the sudden instinct to lift her gun and shoot him in the side of the head. It's what she should do, says the part of her that was raised by military parents in a world ruled by violence. It's what a good soldier would do.
But she likes him. Really likes him. He's nice, honest, good at what he does. He's not what insurrectionists are supposed to be.
The group is pulling ahead of her. She starts to move again. ]
Uh, yes. We do. [ She goes quiet for several minutes, focusing on their surroundings, mind reeling. She's serving alongside and Insurrectionist.
No, she's not, he's not one of them, is he? It's not the same, is it?
Is it?
Chyler bites her lips together. Then, with the kind of sharpness that says if she doesn't ask she never will: ]
Why do you fight?
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[resistance, not a good word in her universe.]
Did you miss the part where I said Empire? [he meets her sharpness with a very pointed emphasis and tiniest of warnings in his tone.] They were subjugating the galaxy. Ruining planets, slaughtering people. I fight because there has never been another choice.
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[ Grip tight on her weapon again, though this time with temper and not the urge to shoot. Her chest is tight, both with the tension of insubordination and a defensive anger she can't quite explain. ] And on my home world, resistance fighters blew up two million people and poisoned the earth where they lived. Injured eight million more in the blast. They didn't particularly care about ruining planets or slaughtering people, either.
[ She bites the inside of her lip, hard, keeping her voice level and controlled. ] So you'll forgive me the need to ask.
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[both his parents were dead before the clone wars ended, but to a seven year old who doesn't have that grasp of politics, the war never stopped. it just moved him from planet to planet as he fell in with his father's old anarchist cell. it was always an empire in essence, invading places it didn't need to be.]
[her weapon grip still doesn't escape him, he's too attuned. at least her anger seems the root of it now.]
I do not blame you for asking. It's smart to ask questions, but you should be asking them about your own armies too. Everyone should.
War is not black and white. It's ugly and terrible and no one's hands are clean.
[that isn't a question. the rebellion has done some very terrible things, though it prefers to keep that in the shadows.]
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Tom. Tom, and his doubts, and his anger. Brainwashing kids and sending them in to exterminate a bunch of overtaxed farmers.
She can't reconcile it. She can't bridge the gap between that statement and bodies in the street, between no one's hands are clean and her brother blown apart. ]
And I know what I would get blood on my hands for.
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[cassian sighs, collecting himself. hostility is a useless tool in this conversation.]
Your Resistance is not mine. I know nothing of its nuances. I gave two decades of my life for my own, and even given to you that would just be my version. But I would recommend loosening your grip on your weapon because my cause has nothing to do with why you are fighting.
You need to keep asking people why. Why do they resist? Why do they not? [they're questions he's asked on recruitment missions, while serving as a fulcrum, when meeting jyn. the more you know about how a person thinks, the easier it is to use them in the best ways.]
I don't trust centralized organizations telling me they are invading to protect. I fight back because it's all I have ever known since the Republic decided my planet had too many good resources to lose. Because I have seen firsthand over and over again that they do not care about anything but power.
Have you asked yourself that same question?
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She can't answer him.
No, she could, but voicing her answer means opening up a line of thinking she's not ready for. She doesn't want. It's so much easier to answer questions like Why did your parents fight, why do you fight, why do you believe in the UNSC. Not why do they resist.
They hate us, she'd told Tom. They won't rest until we're all dead.
Why?
She wants to cry, but that would obscure her vision. She blinks, then blinks again, forcing herself under control. ]
No.
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[but chyler doesn't deserve his frustrations, so he bottles it back up and tries to be calmer. especially once he takes in her expression. he's clearly hit something within her, and that was never his intention. definitely not out here, where they all need to be focused.]
You have the time to ask it here. You do not even need an answer right away. Maybe that answer will change from week to week.
The reasons people fight and why they do not are important. That goes for you as well.
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No one has time. No one knows when they'll take a step and trigger a landmine, when they'll walk into a suicide bomber, when a swerving vehicle will take a corner too fast. There's no such thing as having time, there's no such thing as being safe.
Maybe she just wants to be angry because being angry at him is suddenly easier than listening to what he's saying.
Hating Innies is all I've ever known. ]
Yes, sir.
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[he doesn't seem bothered by her anger either, probably because he knows what it's like. to be frustrated and unhappy, not just about the world but with yourself, with other people trying to impart wisdom.]
It's not a yes sir situation. I am not giving you an order. I just want you to trust yourself enough to think for yourself about these questions, however long that takes.
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She wants things to be easy, simple, make sense again.
She thought she was done with a senseless universe when she got to Corbulo.
Does she thank Cassian? She doesn't really want to thank him. She feels like he knows that, too.
She closes her eyes, just to a count of three, before she's back studying the jungle, trying to force herself to stay on point. No matter what she's thinking or feeling, the mission comes first. ]
All right.
[ She can give him that. ]
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[it might have gone a lot better if both of them knew the other was dead too.]
[he nods at her, both with understanding and a vague sense of authority. she seems to respond to that, maybe it will help focus her again. he doesn't need a thank you. no one should be thanked for talking about what it means to be in a war.]
You're smart and you have a clear head. Don't rush it. Don't get distracted by it either.
There may be more plants waiting for us out here.