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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 29, 2016 23:39:43 GMT -5
Four didn't offer an answer other than a brief nod, footsteps hurried but soundless as she turned, seeming to slip into the darkness of the halls like it was water. She was someone of few words—less under time constraints. She processed the information as she went, mildly debating which side to take, or if she should take one at all. It had been common to forget she could have a voice, and often it seemed her crewmates seemed to forget she existed. Which was fine, and generally beneficial.
Until times like these. Too soon for her liking, she was waiting for the rebel to arrive—thoughts preoccupied with scenarios of what might happen, how she should react, rather than her position on the matter.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 30, 2016 1:36:53 GMT -5
Seven blinked, silently listening to this- quite odd -exchange. "Yeah, sure- h-hey!" He frowned, Four not even pausing for him. Sheesh, how rude. He hurriedly caught up with her, his arm crossed over his chest, looking down towards the girl. She wasn't even talking. Was she alright? Actually, she had hardly even acknowledged him. He squatted down a bit and waved a had in front of eyes. "You alright there, Four?"
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 30, 2016 2:29:09 GMT -5
Four startled from her thoughts with a soft yelp that was certainly un-Fourlike, and definitely something she wasn't pretending hadn't happened. Despite his height, he was quiet, or at least she was too distracted to notice him. "I-I'm fine, Seven. Apologies, I did not mean to ignore your approach." Yeah, she had ignored him, definitely hadn't been ambushed by him. She offered a slightly sheepish look, hand drifting away from her dagger. She had been incredibly close to lunging at his throat.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 30, 2016 3:45:36 GMT -5
(*slowly crawls in from the side* I have returned... I am weak, but i am here...)
Two felt this sudden urge to just...KILL. DESTROY. END THE LIVES OF THOSE STUPID DUMMIES INSIDE THAT ROOM. So, he did. Technically. He picked up one of the katanas, raised it back with a cry, and threw it down on top of the head on a dummy sitting nearby him. It's head frame split in two, cotton spilling out over the floor and over it's torso. Two breathed out, trying to calm his nerves. What was that all about? He grumbled some curse words underneath his breath, all the while putting down the sword and walking out of the training room. Inside his head, he was having a full out war. Why should they care that those people died? If they died, that is. Which, is most likely. They had all the guns aboard their ship. There was no way... They could just blow them all to hell! That wouldn't be a problem. Why was it their problem, anyway? They would be killing innocent people too--mothers, fathers, children, families. They were ending lives. They couldn't do that. Could they? Two growled into his hands as he rubbing his face from the stress.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 9:13:03 GMT -5
Five was, at this point, passed out drunk. The bottle of whiskey, mostly empty, rested by his arm. His forehead rested on that arm, and his body rose and fell heavily as he breathed in and out, and in and out. In reality, he wasn't "passed out," per say, just in a state where he felt like his head was moving through molasses, and his stomach was going to heave up everything he just drank. He wasn't exactly coherent enough to regret his decisions, or stand up to get himself to a bed even, so he just laid there, breathing.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 30, 2016 9:16:40 GMT -5
Six silently watched Four leave, then turned and watched Seven go as well. "Well that's two down," she mumbled after they had disappeared down the hall. "Now I just need...Two," She exited the infirmary and tapped her foot against the floor. Where could he be? He had looked pretty shaken up when he left; This whole thing seemed to have hit him especially hard. For a second she felt guilty for not going after him, but convinced herself that he had probably wanted to be alone. She chewed her thumbnail in thought. Could he be in the armory? No, she'd passed it and it had looked the same as when they left it before. With an annoyed huff, she turned and walked farther, calling his name in a mildly annoyed tone.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 30, 2016 12:10:06 GMT -5
Two was scratching at his hands, grumbling to himself more as he was pacing down the hallway. He thought he heard his name some way further down the hall, but he simply ignored. He really wasn't in the mood to discuss the idea further. He would probably... Make a decision he'd eventually regret. Two sniffed, wiping at his nose. He felt like his sinuses were messing with him, but when he touched his face, nothing was there. He sighed, and continued down the hall. Eventually, he heard what sounded like...breathing? Heavy breathing? He walked into the empty room, only to find Five, a bottle of alcohol in his grasp. Two sighed, rolling his eyes. Of course... He walked over at took the alcohol bottle. "Why the hell are you...getting drunk right now..." Two stopped, rotating the idea in his head. Well, while the alcohol would make him wake up with a splitting head ache (most likely) it would help him come to terms with this conflict going on inside of him. Possibly.
(i feel like i'm making Two into some weird angsty teenager with a life crisis. tell me if i am too strong an i'll tone him down ;; )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 12:23:32 GMT -5
Five let out a low grumble, hand easily releasing the bottle, and then closing in on itself. After a moment he mumbled into his sleeve, "Two?" It was in a monotone, easily mistakable for a statement rather than a question. He had no desire to raise his head to check, because he knew that it would pound and throb and his eyes would scream against the light if he did. Maybe getting drunk hadn't been the best idea, but it was too late now. After going through half a bottle of Jack Daniel's, there was really no going back, now was there? He'd just had to drink something though, to have something to do, and to quell his nerves and anger at this entire situation.
[[ ur honestly fine tbh ]]
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 30, 2016 12:49:43 GMT -5
"...you're ridiculous..." Two murmured, not really adding any spite in the statement, before he took a seat beside Five. He continued to hold the bottle, eyeing at it curiously. He didn't really want to drink any, for fear of getting so sh-tfaced like Five was, but he didn't want to think about all this right now, either. He shook it slowly in his hand, the alcohol inside sloshing back and forth, "Why are you in here drinking, anyway? Don't you want to share your opinion with everyone about killing those people?" Again, there was no spite intended. To be honest, he wanted to know exactly why Five thought the idea better. With the same thoughts revolving in his head, he needed an honest answer, a plausible reason. And now that Five was drunk as hell, he figured it would be the best time to ask.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 13:07:11 GMT -5
There was a beat, then another, and Five finally said, slowly, "Already did. No use." He wasn't wrong. In his own mind, whether it was true or not, they were all f*cked if they didn't blow the station to high heaven. It wasn't even as if he genuinely wanted to kill thousands of people, and have all that blood and carnage on his hands. No, it was just that he knew that playing games with a Megacorp would not end well for anyone on this ship, and they didn't seem to realize that. And, well, if they did they didn't seem to care too much, which made him mad. He didn't want to get himself blown out of existence just because he was too chicken to take matters into his own hands. Didn't these guys care? He needed to know who he was, not die before he did.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 30, 2016 16:38:05 GMT -5
Six had made almost a full loop around the ship, all while calling for Two. How had she not found him yet? Maybe he was ignoring her, and simply didn't want to be found. Whatever, at least she'd found Four and Seven. They were the only ones who didn't know what was going on, so she felt they were a bit more needed in the bridge. Still, she would've liked them all to be present, but she had done her part. If Two and Five wanted to listen, they could go to the bridge themselves. Letting out a defeated sigh, she headed back to the bridge. Hopefully Four and Seven had listened to her and were waiting there. It would be even better if One and Three had found the bomb. She rubbed the side of her face without the eyepatch as a wave of fatigue washed over her. This whole thing was draining her emotionally.
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Post by amberice on Oct 30, 2016 18:15:11 GMT -5
(Sorry for the minor disappearance)
Three assisted, ransacking the various crates in the cargo hold. The search was coming up empty and she turned to One, huffing in frustration, "You'd think we'd be able to find it super easily. It should be down here, to be easy to grab and take aboard with us, though how were we..." She trailed off, blinking for a moment, then grabbed One by the shoulders and kissed her excitedly before leaning back, "You are a bloody genius!" Letting go, she darted over to the crates containing the guns, still stacked in the center of the room. As she began to rip them open and ransack each one, she excitedly babbled, "It doesn't matter if it's hard to find, because we were supposed to know where it was the whole time! But we'd want to make it easy to carry aboard and hard for the rebels to find! So, logically speaking..." She trailed off as she peered carefully into the third crate she ripped open, "This one is shallower on the inside than the others." It took her just a few moments to remove all the weapons, letting them clatter to the floor without a single attempt to not damage them. The bottom took a few seconds to carefully lift and she took a step back with the thin sheet of metal in her hands, staring down at the mess of wires and large capsules ominous amber liquid that took up the bottom of the crate, "And there she is."
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 30, 2016 19:06:01 GMT -5
Seven stared at her for a moment before figuring it was simply the stress of the entire situation. "You know, if you ever need to talk about, you can rant all day to me." He offered a friendly, reassuring smile. "I might not be able to give you an advice, but just talking about what ever is goin' on in your head might help."
One was left shocked and very confused. She was about to continue with some more, probably useless suggestions for where they could look, was kissed, then praised for apprarantly doing something right...? "O-okay, wait. Uhm.. how?" Brow knitted together, she stepped over to peer into the box. Then she laughed, grinning at Three. "And you call me the genius? I wouldn't have even thought about that. Geez, that's one weird looking bomb."
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Post by amberice on Oct 30, 2016 21:24:04 GMT -5
Three carefully lay the metal plate off to the side and peered into the crate, bending over and sticking her head and shoulders in to get a better look. Her voice echoed as she called back out, "Oh, and you know what a perfectly average, normal bomb looks like?" The entire thing was a mess of wires and electronics, something she didn't even know how to start exploring safely, so she slowly stood back up and crossed her arms, "Well, so we have the bomb. Now what?"
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 30, 2016 21:35:14 GMT -5
One rolled her eyes and gave Three's shoulder a light slap, muttering, "@sshole..." Then, continued in a normal tone of voice. "Well, no, but I'm pretty sure that even if I did, this would still be a weird looking bomb." Gaze returning to stare at the device once the captain had stood up, she couldn't help but imagine the effects if they delivered it. They would probably watch the thing explode, visibly see thousands of lives instanteously ended, for no good reason. She was willing to talk to the head of this supposedly big, scary corporation if it meant they could save these people. "I don't know," she admitted. "If we end up winning this argument, maybe someone on that station knows how to diffuse bombs? I mean, if they're planning a rebellion, surely they've read up on the subject?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 30, 2016 23:58:58 GMT -5
Three gave her an incredibly befuddled look, then took an obedient step back before responding, "Well, why do we need to defuse it? Fly out a little ways, shove it out the airlock. Boom. Problem solved." Also, she really wanted to throw something out the airlock and if it exploded after she did so, it would be far more satisfying. There was a brief moment of temptation as she looked down at the bomb. They could try and disable it now, play along with the crew and deliver it, then be oh-so-shocked when it didn't actually go off. She quickly banished that thought. They'd made the decision to come to a conclusion together and they all needed to trust one another. Betray that trust now and it would set a precedent for whatever happened next.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 31, 2016 0:14:03 GMT -5
Oh shoot they sensor that lol I didn't even notice
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 31, 2016 0:18:50 GMT -5
One blinked at her, seemingly baffled this very obvious answer. "Oh. Yeah, that would definitely work. And it would be a lot easier." Sheesh, she really should have thought of that. Maybe she was just stupid? It would explain her lack of eloquence... Looking a bit sheepish as she brushed her hair back with hand, she seated herself on the edge of an unopened crate. "Not to be a parrot, but what now? We can get rid of it through an airlock, we've found the thing in the first place... should we bring it up to the bridge? When are those rebels supposed to get here?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 31, 2016 7:32:50 GMT -5
Three instinctively glanced down at her wrist, then realized she wasn't wearing a watch. She honestly had no idea how long it would be, but it had to be fairly soon. She replaced the metal plate, covering the bomb once more, "I really don't want to drag this thing up there. I think it's fine to leave here for now." There was no harm in leaving it in the cargo hold and the idea of trying to make their way back up a floor with this thing in tow was unappealing at best.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 31, 2016 20:21:05 GMT -5
Well. One's ideas were just all bad today, weren't they? She silently nodded, that feeling from earlier of being particularly useless was quickly returning. Even if this wasn't her field of expertise- and considering her aversion to the destruction of that station and her only talent being on that nav system -she felt she should still be able to offer some kind of advice on what to do. "Well... we should probably go up there. In case the rebels come any time soon, right? So someone is there to greet them?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 1, 2016 2:13:12 GMT -5
Two leaned back on his elbows, placing the bottle of alcohol beside him. Better to get it away from Five, anyway. He waited a few moments, letting Five's words make sense in his head. Of course, they'd all already given their opinions on what they thought they should do. Bomb them, kill them, save them...in the end, what did it matter? Did it really matter, when they didn't even know themselves well enough to judge what they would do? "...do you fear death, Five?" Two asked, randomly. The idea was something fresh on his mind. Did they fear death? Could they? Since, ya know, they really didn't have much at life to begin with.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 15:16:23 GMT -5
Two leaned back on his elbows, placing the bottle of alcohol beside him. Better to get it away from Five, anyway. He waited a few moments, letting Five's words make sense in his head. Of course, they'd all already given their opinions on what they thought they should do. Bomb them, kill them, save them...in the end, what did it matter? Did it really matter, when they didn't even know themselves well enough to judge what they would do? "...do you fear death, Five?" Two asked, randomly. The idea was something fresh on his mind. Did they fear death? Could they? Since, ya know, they really didn't have much at life to begin with. Five, at that, actually managed to peel his face off of his arms (it was a sorry sight, red and shining). But, his eyes still seemed the tiniest bit sharp, and after a second, he nodded. "Yeah, everyone does," he mumbled words running together a bit as he struggled to make eye contact with the man next to him, scratching at the back of his neck and attempting to straighten himself with one arm, completely facing Two now, "don't you?"
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Post by amberice on Nov 1, 2016 20:44:22 GMT -5
Three nodded as she began to put the guns back into the crate, "That'd probably be smart." Finishing up, she dusted off her hands and began to stroll back the way they came, whistling softly as she began to go in the absolute wrong direction of the bridge. To be fair, she was already wrapped up in her own thoughts, trying to figure out what to do about Five and Six. She was beginning to get a nagging suspicion there was nothing they could do that wouldn't result in violence breaking out among the crew. As much as she hated to follow this random corporation's orders and murder thousands of people, she didn't want to lose the only friends she currently had in the galaxy.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Nov 1, 2016 21:06:11 GMT -5
One wasn't sure what was going through Three's head, but it was obviously distracting. Very, distracting. Sheesh, couldn't she remember at least which way to start? With a small, mildly annoyed frown, the girl reached and grabbed the captain's hand, spinning her around before she got too far and heading in the correct direction. "Anything you want to talk about?" She offered carefully, gaze welcoming as ever, "Because you seem... troubled."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 1, 2016 23:53:34 GMT -5
Two leaned back on his elbows, placing the bottle of alcohol beside him. Better to get it away from Five, anyway. He waited a few moments, letting Five's words make sense in his head. Of course, they'd all already given their opinions on what they thought they should do. Bomb them, kill them, save them...in the end, what did it matter? Did it really matter, when they didn't even know themselves well enough to judge what they would do? "...do you fear death, Five?" Two asked, randomly. The idea was something fresh on his mind. Did they fear death? Could they? Since, ya know, they really didn't have much at life to begin with. Five, at that, actually managed to peel his face off of his arms (it was a sorry sight, red and shining). But, his eyes still seemed the tiniest bit sharp, and after a second, he nodded. "Yeah, everyone does," he mumbled words running together a bit as he struggled to make eye contact with the man next to him, scratching at the back of his neck and attempting to straighten himself with one arm, completely facing Two now, "don't you?" Two, who was able to keep eye contact with Five multiple times before and not having a problem with it, let his eyes wander away from Five's stare. He looked down, a wave of insecurity overwhelming him. Death...did he fear death? Could he fear death...? That was why he asked Five, wasn't it? Or... "...I don't know." Two confessed, finally managing to look back up at Five, though didn't exactly keep eye contact. "I don't know who I am, I don't know who I was before this, but I just don't have this overwhelming desire of...remaining this way, I guess. I mean, of course I want to live. It's life. But, if I was killed for a good cause, I wouldn't mind, either. So...I'm not really scared of death, at least, not right now." Two sighed, "Once I figure out more about myself, I may change my mind. But, something just feels...wrong." He clicked his tongue, "And I think that's the reason most of us have trouble coming to agreement to what we should do. Some of us fear death, some may not, some may want to help at the cost of their life. I think it's something we should discuss, more than the prospect of just doing it for others. We need to talk about if we want to all die together, out here, alone and wondering who the hell we are."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 16:32:19 GMT -5
Five, at that, actually managed to peel his face off of his arms (it was a sorry sight, red and shining). But, his eyes still seemed the tiniest bit sharp, and after a second, he nodded. "Yeah, everyone does," he mumbled words running together a bit as he struggled to make eye contact with the man next to him, scratching at the back of his neck and attempting to straighten himself with one arm, completely facing Two now, "don't you?" Two, who was able to keep eye contact with Five multiple times before and not having a problem with it, let his eyes wander away from Five's stare. He looked down, a wave of insecurity overwhelming him. Death...did he fear death? Could he fear death...? That was why he asked Five, wasn't it? Or... "...I don't know." Two confessed, finally managing to look back up at Five, though didn't exactly keep eye contact. "I don't know who I am, I don't know who I was before this, but I just don't have this overwhelming desire of...remaining this way, I guess. I mean, of course I want to live. It's life. But, if I was killed for a good cause, I wouldn't mind, either. So...I'm not really scared of death, at least, not right now." Two sighed, "Once I figure out more about myself, I may change my mind. But, something just feels...wrong." He clicked his tongue, "And I think that's the reason most of us have trouble coming to agreement to what we should do. Some of us fear death, some may not, some may want to help at the cost of their life. I think it's something we should discuss, more than the prospect of just doing it for others. We need to talk about if we want to all die together, out here, alone and wondering who the hell we are." "I don't want to die out here!" Five snapped, turning his head away from Two again, "but all these idiots, they don't wanna talk..." He gulped, rubbing a hand up and down his face as his stomach gurgled, full of alcohol and not much else (other than those crappy food bars that they had found). "They wanna act, and... and that's not always the best idea." He rubbed a hand over his face again, letting out a grumble as he rested his head onto his arm once more. He was regretting drinking. Things seemed sluggish, like he was going through amber or something like that. It wasn't fun, but at least he wasn't feeling the full panic of the situation that they were in. At least the whiskey had been able to push it down, even if it wasn't gone all together.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Nov 2, 2016 22:32:35 GMT -5
Six took her time returning to the bridge, not looking forward to the upcoming event at all. She shuffled through the door, and let out a disappointed sigh when she didn't see One or Three. How long did it take to find a bomb? Thankfully, Four and Seven had listened to her and were present. There was no sign of the rebel, so they still had time. Still, she would've liked Three to hurry up; it seemed she had the most information as of now. But, where were Two and Five? She growled under her breath and rubbed her temples. She had more important things to worry about than what those two idiots were doing. Regaining her composure, Six tapped at the doorframe as to alert Four and Seven of her presence before fully entering the bridge. "Has anything happened since you've been here?" She asked, glancing at the controls. "Like, a message or notification or anything?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 2, 2016 23:02:44 GMT -5
Two moved his body so it was facing away from Five, his eyes on the bottle of whiskey. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Was his hair shorter before? It was almost touching the bottom of his neck, like a short mullet. He kicked his feet out, leaning back on his elbows once he had nearly disheveled his hair. "...you alright?" He murmured, almost too quietly. He didn't really want to talk anymore, but he had this strange tugging of concern for Five, for the others on the ship as well, so he decided to try it out. He kept his closed off exterior, however.
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Post by amberice on Nov 2, 2016 23:42:01 GMT -5
Three blinked, startled as she was turned around, but followed One's lead. Apparently she wasn't so great at navigating throughout the ship. Walking alongside One, Three was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what to say. She knew where One stood on the whole situation, that had been made clear. And she agreed that blowing up the station wasn't the right thing to do. She as just worried there was nothing they could do if they wanted to keep the peace on board the ship. Letting out a frustrated grunt, Three ran a hand over her face, "This is so messed up. Everything about this past day has just been so messed up."
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Nov 3, 2016 0:29:41 GMT -5
Seven glanced down at the array of consoles he stood in front of, lips pursed. Then he shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, there's been nothing." He still wasn't entirely sure what was happening beyond Six's swift and brief description of their current conundrum. He was waiting to converse with the entire crew before coming to any decision himself, although at the least he would prefer not to destroy the station, not needlessly.
Still holding Three's hand, primarily to make sure she didn't suddenly decide to take a wrong turn- she told herself -One pulled the captain into a tight embrace. Why? Well, One wasn't quite sure, but quickly settled into the motion. It just felt like the right thing to do. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. This wasn't her fault, at least not as far as she could recall, and it wasn't like she had the ability to magically fix things. Unfortunately, she also wasn't sure what else she could say. Giving her input wasn't helpful when she already done that, and she wasn't about to detatch herself from those feelings- she didn't work like that. So for now, this seemed like the best option.
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