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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 3:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 4:25 pm
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”Well.”
There had been a long silence in their ship… shuttle… whatever, while they were strapped the ******** into. At this point, Mahmud was too tired to care. Tired, stressed, and upset. What were those logs they saw? What the hell was in that ship? Why were there so many daywalkers? What the hell.
But the silence had to be broken. Despite everything, they had to talk about what happened in there. Slowly he looked from Nucleo, to Amonee, and finally to Frossa. The last person he wanted to stare at. He could still feel blood splattered all over him.
”That sure was… something.”
Again he went quiet, before finally bluntly stating ”The ******** just happened in there?”
Well, that was one way to initiate a conversation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 1:19 am
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Call him Stewcleo.
Nucleo sat in the shuttle quietly fuming. He glared out the window to avoid looking at her. Unfortunately they had to all be strapped in for safety and so he couldn't do much beyond hold Amonee's hand beside him. It was a strain on his wrist but he'd live. It was worth giving the jadeblood a little comfort. After what they'd seen on that ship, he didn't expect his friend to feel better until they'd returned and he could find Xavier. He'd act as a stand in for his moirail until they could regroup.
It killed him that he couldn't do more.
Sure Amonee cried easy, he'd admit that, but that didn't lessen the meaning of it any. He'd witnessed something unexpectedly traumatic that had shocked all of them really. Nucleo spared Mahmud a momentary glance as he recalled how shaken the orangeblood had become after that log. He grit his teeth as he recalled the feeling of those fingers on his arm as well.
'Why?' Nucleo looked down into his lap now. He hated the way his stomach boiled as her words echoed in his head, or rather her tone. He'd understood it's intention even though he didn't understand it's source. Amonee's voice choking into sobs swirled in his mind as well, circling around him. Didn't she care about him? Didn't she see how damaging it would've been? The military would be fine losing one ship out of the many that scattered the planet's atmosphere. These trolls wouldn't have been fine if they'd continued on. They only had one life in comparison, it only made sense to turn back and deal with the mental damage. They could just ship back out again tomorrow. What harm had there been? She could even include a mention of their concern of what other trolls might find in her report to warn the military.
The military. Maybe that was it. As he considered it, it seemed to make sense. She had her career to think about now. She needed to go recover as many ships as she could and stamp her name all over the mission board. He didn't really understand how serious she was about this job but maybe this had been her way of telling them. She wasn't a friend right now but their commander. The bubbling stopped, replaced by ice.
How many others would he lose to this?
"I don't know." Nucleo replied, failing to hide the irritation in his voice. He'd spent the entire return to the ship juggling helping set up her stupid detonators and soothing Amonee. It'd been exhausting. He cared about the jadeblood very much and was willing to do it but wished he'd gotten a little help from Amonee's muse. He was always spouting off how he was her biggest fan. Didn't that count for something? Gog dammit what did it take for her to show a little empathy for once? What merch tier did Amonee have to hit first? Riling himself up, the greenblood began to lose control of his thoughts and glared at Frossa.
"We failed to perform our duty, it seems. Because we felt like it."
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