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Falcon's Reach | Approaching the NC Labs
March 27th, 2677
"Sorry, breakfast must’ve shot right through me.”
Percy's eyes narrowed, but only slightly. Despite Alan's attempts at hiding it, Percy could just tell that there was something else afoot. He didn't know exactly what it was, how to approach it, or if he even should. He didn't want to draw any more attention to Alan if he could help it, but he couldn't not say anything, either. He tried to just bite his tongue and continue walking, but he couldn't keep himself from worrying. Shit, Alan wouldn't have been this worried over him, so why should he worry about him? It didn't change the fact that Percy was worried, though. Very worried. He couldn't just stop worrying, especially if they were about to walk into a firefight like he'd assumed they were going to. If Alan was worked up about something, that means the only stable one was Stein, which wouldn't bode well for any of them. Percy's beyond help, so Alan has got to be the other stable, or they'll all die. He took a breath before he finally spoke.
"You sure you're alright?" Percy's tone was concerned, but soft.
"Yeah," Alan said, busily following behind the others, like a lost child trying to follow his friends when he'd been left behind. "I'm fine. Just had an upset stomach. I'm better now."
Percy opened his mouth to say something else, but he shut it just as quickly, humming in response instead. He wasn't dumb. He knew a lie when he heard one, but he wasn't about to turn it into an ordeal. Not here, anyway.
Percy's eyes narrowed, but only slightly. Despite Alan's attempts at hiding it, Percy could just tell that there was something else afoot. He didn't know exactly what it was, how to approach it, or if he even should. He didn't want to draw any more attention to Alan if he could help it, but he couldn't not say anything, either. He tried to just bite his tongue and continue walking, but he couldn't keep himself from worrying. Shit, Alan wouldn't have been this worried over him, so why should he worry about him? It didn't change the fact that Percy was worried, though. Very worried. He couldn't just stop worrying, especially if they were about to walk into a firefight like he'd assumed they were going to. If Alan was worked up about something, that means the only stable one was Stein, which wouldn't bode well for any of them. Percy's beyond help, so Alan has got to be the other stable, or they'll all die. He took a breath before he finally spoke.
"You sure you're alright?" Percy's tone was concerned, but soft.
"Yeah," Alan said, busily following behind the others, like a lost child trying to follow his friends when he'd been left behind. "I'm fine. Just had an upset stomach. I'm better now."
Percy opened his mouth to say something else, but he shut it just as quickly, humming in response instead. He wasn't dumb. He knew a lie when he heard one, but he wasn't about to turn it into an ordeal. Not here, anyway.
Falcon's Reach | NC Labs
March 27th, 2677
Though he let Alan walk forward and start talking, he took maybe two or three steps forward as well. There's no way that he's reading it correctly - except he is. He did read it correctly. That little nametag said Voloshyna, clear as day. Good God, what the hell else is going to floor him today? Should he say something about it? Can he? Why is someone related to Vera not with her?
"Mister..." Alan looked at the nametag, speaking slower in what Percy assumed was an attempt to say the name correctly. "Voloshyna?" He extended a hand to the older man. "My name is Alan Fouren, New Anchorage Squad C Commander. This is Anastasia Kalfox, Squad A Commander, and Percy Moore, one of our pilots."
Percy just kind of nodded when his name was said - he was still hung up on the fact a Voloshyna was even here, and not with Vera. He had assumed that maybe Vera was orphaned and Miss Jackspar had adopted her, but... Percy forced a polite smile on his face, but if anyone cared to notice, it'd be obvious that his brain's going 30 miles a minute.
"We've been ordered to take back that neural uplink and get it back online for your people," Alan's personality had seemed to shift again - he was all talk now, focused on the mission. "Skarsgård has explained to us you're the man to talk to about the uplink station. I need to know the exact location, ways to get to the uplink, and any other information you can give us about this location. Any built in defenses, areas that could be used as traps, even if you have an old map of the area; I need it."
"...Yes, I’m sure I have some in my datatool. Maps, I mean," Nikolai responded, remaining in his seat while his left hand thumbed the metallic stick he used for supporting his legs. “I can transmit them."
The old man seemed to mull over Alan’s other questions. The silence was deafening to Percy's ears as all of his own questions bounced around in his head - How long has he been here? Does he even know Vera exists? Does Vera know he exists? What is his relation to her, even? Father? Grandfather? Why is he here and not with her?
"The uplink is at the center of the ship," Nikolai finally says, "It's in an old lab or something. Command center? Uplink node?" He paused, as if struggling to find the right word. "There’s a breach in the hull I made with my NC... unless the raiders blocked it off. Northwestern side of it, I think.”
Stein spoke next, asking plainly. “What of the traps and defenses?”
"Right. Sorry about that, young lady. My memory is not what it used to be. There could be turrets - I remember disarming a few. Trip-wires would be smart, too. Maybe even mines. It depends if our common enemy wants to leave the ship in one piece. I wish I could remember... better."
"Do you remember- uh.. Do you know a Vera? Vera Voloshyna?" Percy knew that it had literally nothing to do with anything right now, but it'd drive him up a wall if he didn't ask.
"Vera.. Vera..." The old man uttered as his eyes looked to Percy, though he wasn’t alone.
Alan and Stein had moved to look at him and inside Percy’s neurotic head he could hear Stein’s complaints with his question already – what does this question have to do with the mission? Percy frankly didn’t care if it was relevant in the moment. There's no harm in asking, and if the one person who he knew would care isn't here to ask it, then who else will?
"Ah. Right. The girl. Sure," The old man finally answered. Percy grimaced in response - maybe he's just giving him an answer to shut him up. Well the joke's on him, cause he's not shutting up.
"She’s about this tall," Percy rose his hand about yay high to better illustrate, "blonde hair.. Uh.. Green? Eyes. Wears a furry hat all the time? Any of that ringing a bell?"
“And why should I care exactly?”
"Why shouldn’t you care?" Percy’s tone shifted from mere curiosity to irritation. "I mean, I certainly don't remember meeting anyone else with the same name as her except you, and I-"
"-I’m not sure how this is relevant to the mission at large, Moore,” Stein interjected, crossing her arms as she did so.
"It's not," Percy admits, "But... Stein, come on. Surely you think it's weird too, right? Right?"
“My feelings are irrelevant. We are here for a specific job.” She stated bluntly before looking back to the old pilot, not allowing Percy a moment to respond to what she had said. “We'll use the geographic information to map out the best possible method of advance. As mission lead," The emphasis on those two words made Percy wince. "I appreciate the support you’ve given us. Is there anything else you can recall about the location before we get our bearings and move on? Time is of the essence.”
“The local wildlife presents many dangers," Nikolai replied. "If you're going on foot, I would suggest you tread carefully and bring a grappling tool. The land is... uneven. A collapse could lead to a quick death if you don’t have your wits about you.”
Percy let out a breath he didn't know he was even holding. He had so, so much more to say, and so much more to ask, but with the combination of his own scatter-brainedness and Stein's not-so-subtle insistence to hurry it along... He sighed again, more quietly this time. He shouldn't even care about it this much. Vera isn't his kid, she's technically Celina's. If Ms. Jackspar didn't care enough to get Vera in contact with a relative, why should he? Would Vera even care? She's gotten along just fine without knowing, or even wanting to know, so maybe he really is just wasting everyone's time. Or maybe Vera would care. Maybe Vera would care, and she'd be even more stubborn about it. She wouldn't leave until she got every little drop of information she wanted, and even then she'd ring out as much as she could from the geezer.
Why do I do this to myself?
"Mister..." Alan looked at the nametag, speaking slower in what Percy assumed was an attempt to say the name correctly. "Voloshyna?" He extended a hand to the older man. "My name is Alan Fouren, New Anchorage Squad C Commander. This is Anastasia Kalfox, Squad A Commander, and Percy Moore, one of our pilots."
Percy just kind of nodded when his name was said - he was still hung up on the fact a Voloshyna was even here, and not with Vera. He had assumed that maybe Vera was orphaned and Miss Jackspar had adopted her, but... Percy forced a polite smile on his face, but if anyone cared to notice, it'd be obvious that his brain's going 30 miles a minute.
"We've been ordered to take back that neural uplink and get it back online for your people," Alan's personality had seemed to shift again - he was all talk now, focused on the mission. "Skarsgård has explained to us you're the man to talk to about the uplink station. I need to know the exact location, ways to get to the uplink, and any other information you can give us about this location. Any built in defenses, areas that could be used as traps, even if you have an old map of the area; I need it."
"...Yes, I’m sure I have some in my datatool. Maps, I mean," Nikolai responded, remaining in his seat while his left hand thumbed the metallic stick he used for supporting his legs. “I can transmit them."
The old man seemed to mull over Alan’s other questions. The silence was deafening to Percy's ears as all of his own questions bounced around in his head - How long has he been here? Does he even know Vera exists? Does Vera know he exists? What is his relation to her, even? Father? Grandfather? Why is he here and not with her?
"The uplink is at the center of the ship," Nikolai finally says, "It's in an old lab or something. Command center? Uplink node?" He paused, as if struggling to find the right word. "There’s a breach in the hull I made with my NC... unless the raiders blocked it off. Northwestern side of it, I think.”
Stein spoke next, asking plainly. “What of the traps and defenses?”
"Right. Sorry about that, young lady. My memory is not what it used to be. There could be turrets - I remember disarming a few. Trip-wires would be smart, too. Maybe even mines. It depends if our common enemy wants to leave the ship in one piece. I wish I could remember... better."
"Do you remember- uh.. Do you know a Vera? Vera Voloshyna?" Percy knew that it had literally nothing to do with anything right now, but it'd drive him up a wall if he didn't ask.
"Vera.. Vera..." The old man uttered as his eyes looked to Percy, though he wasn’t alone.
Alan and Stein had moved to look at him and inside Percy’s neurotic head he could hear Stein’s complaints with his question already – what does this question have to do with the mission? Percy frankly didn’t care if it was relevant in the moment. There's no harm in asking, and if the one person who he knew would care isn't here to ask it, then who else will?
"Ah. Right. The girl. Sure," The old man finally answered. Percy grimaced in response - maybe he's just giving him an answer to shut him up. Well the joke's on him, cause he's not shutting up.
"She’s about this tall," Percy rose his hand about yay high to better illustrate, "blonde hair.. Uh.. Green? Eyes. Wears a furry hat all the time? Any of that ringing a bell?"
“And why should I care exactly?”
"Why shouldn’t you care?" Percy’s tone shifted from mere curiosity to irritation. "I mean, I certainly don't remember meeting anyone else with the same name as her except you, and I-"
"-I’m not sure how this is relevant to the mission at large, Moore,” Stein interjected, crossing her arms as she did so.
"It's not," Percy admits, "But... Stein, come on. Surely you think it's weird too, right? Right?"
“My feelings are irrelevant. We are here for a specific job.” She stated bluntly before looking back to the old pilot, not allowing Percy a moment to respond to what she had said. “We'll use the geographic information to map out the best possible method of advance. As mission lead," The emphasis on those two words made Percy wince. "I appreciate the support you’ve given us. Is there anything else you can recall about the location before we get our bearings and move on? Time is of the essence.”
“The local wildlife presents many dangers," Nikolai replied. "If you're going on foot, I would suggest you tread carefully and bring a grappling tool. The land is... uneven. A collapse could lead to a quick death if you don’t have your wits about you.”
Percy let out a breath he didn't know he was even holding. He had so, so much more to say, and so much more to ask, but with the combination of his own scatter-brainedness and Stein's not-so-subtle insistence to hurry it along... He sighed again, more quietly this time. He shouldn't even care about it this much. Vera isn't his kid, she's technically Celina's. If Ms. Jackspar didn't care enough to get Vera in contact with a relative, why should he? Would Vera even care? She's gotten along just fine without knowing, or even wanting to know, so maybe he really is just wasting everyone's time. Or maybe Vera would care. Maybe Vera would care, and she'd be even more stubborn about it. She wouldn't leave until she got every little drop of information she wanted, and even then she'd ring out as much as she could from the geezer.
Why do I do this to myself?
Banned for banning the banner of the helpless bystander.
Falcon's Reach | Command Center
March 27th, 2677
"So..." Percy began, attempting to secure the rights to ask the first question, "Uh, they set up camp instead of just going up and activating the thing? That's.. weird, right?"
“Not really. They are essentially holding Falcon’s Reach hostage. It puts our settlement at risk of the local wildlife among other things. The weird thing isn’t they are sitting on it, the weird thing is they haven’t demanded any credits yet.”
Percy slowly nods, following along. "Alright, cool. And.. the only reason you can't send any of your people is because you're scared of... What? Deer? Rabbits? Are you kidding me? he makes a sound somewhere between a snort and a scoff, "You have got to be joking, right-?"
“-You’ve never been outside of Smith’s Rest, have you?” Skarsgård uttered, unimpressed by Percy’s candor. He sighed as he continued down the corridor in front of him. “The Alaskan wildlife is dangerous and we need the manpower to defend Falcon’s Reach from frenzied salasaurs, dire eagles, and land sharks."
It took Percy a beat to comprehend that last bit, and even still... "Wait-"
Skarsgård continues over Percy's confusion, "The device controls a defense system that lets us optimize our people’s safety considering we’re in what some of the corporations call a wilderness red zone.”
"But wait-" Percy's voice was frustratingly softer, allowing Stein to interrupt with ease.
“That makes a degree of sense."
Percy couldn't help but shoot an incredulous look at Stein - well, the back of her head, but still. She's not even phased by that? How is he the only one that's freaking out right now!?
“On top of all of that, the only guy we have that has a neural uplink is in no shape to go to the node. We would’ve asked Graham to drop you guys in your NCs, but we don’t want the neural uplink destroyed. That’s basically priority number one.”
Percy nods in understanding despite not entirely listening, "Yeah, sure, ok, I- I just- I'm think I'm still stuck on fucking land sharks?!" He just couldn't believe what he was hearing. It sounded fake, but the way he said it made it sound like it was just as normal as any other animal. Sharks with legs, obviously, are not normal.. Or maybe they are, and the world is far more horrifying than he thought it was. I shouldn't have brought a child into this world, holy shit.
“Laugh all you want, but a land shark can drag a man thirty feet trying to tear his leg off,” Alan muttered.
"I'm not laughing," Percy retorts, "I'm kinda horrified, actually."
Skarsgård scoffed, glancing towards Alan. “You sure he’s a pilot?”
“He’s capable and he’s survived combat already. I trust him enough, even if he’s a little green.”
“Fair enough.”
“Not really. They are essentially holding Falcon’s Reach hostage. It puts our settlement at risk of the local wildlife among other things. The weird thing isn’t they are sitting on it, the weird thing is they haven’t demanded any credits yet.”
Percy slowly nods, following along. "Alright, cool. And.. the only reason you can't send any of your people is because you're scared of... What? Deer? Rabbits? Are you kidding me? he makes a sound somewhere between a snort and a scoff, "You have got to be joking, right-?"
“-You’ve never been outside of Smith’s Rest, have you?” Skarsgård uttered, unimpressed by Percy’s candor. He sighed as he continued down the corridor in front of him. “The Alaskan wildlife is dangerous and we need the manpower to defend Falcon’s Reach from frenzied salasaurs, dire eagles, and land sharks."
It took Percy a beat to comprehend that last bit, and even still... "Wait-"
Skarsgård continues over Percy's confusion, "The device controls a defense system that lets us optimize our people’s safety considering we’re in what some of the corporations call a wilderness red zone.”
"But wait-" Percy's voice was frustratingly softer, allowing Stein to interrupt with ease.
“That makes a degree of sense."
Percy couldn't help but shoot an incredulous look at Stein - well, the back of her head, but still. She's not even phased by that? How is he the only one that's freaking out right now!?
“On top of all of that, the only guy we have that has a neural uplink is in no shape to go to the node. We would’ve asked Graham to drop you guys in your NCs, but we don’t want the neural uplink destroyed. That’s basically priority number one.”
Percy nods in understanding despite not entirely listening, "Yeah, sure, ok, I- I just- I'm think I'm still stuck on fucking land sharks?!" He just couldn't believe what he was hearing. It sounded fake, but the way he said it made it sound like it was just as normal as any other animal. Sharks with legs, obviously, are not normal.. Or maybe they are, and the world is far more horrifying than he thought it was. I shouldn't have brought a child into this world, holy shit.
“Laugh all you want, but a land shark can drag a man thirty feet trying to tear his leg off,” Alan muttered.
"I'm not laughing," Percy retorts, "I'm kinda horrified, actually."
Skarsgård scoffed, glancing towards Alan. “You sure he’s a pilot?”
“He’s capable and he’s survived combat already. I trust him enough, even if he’s a little green.”
“Fair enough.”
bumpabump cause why the fug not
Falcon's Reach || Transport Vehicle; Command Center
March 27th, 2677
As Percy opens the door to leave the vehicle with Alan and Stein, he turns to Alexandria. "Make sure the trip home is extra bumpy, alright? I think you missed a couple potholes," He smiles tersely, and then goes to follow the other two.
His intent was to just to mess with her - he'd ridden with her at least three times now - but his tone of voice made it sound like he was more angry than snarky. Sadly, he did'nt realize how angry he sounded until he heard the gates closing behind them. He turned - why, he didn't know; It'd be too awkward to apologize now - but by the time he was turned around, the gates were shut tight. It would be oh-so easy to just dive headfirst into one of the many whirring machines around him to end it all and avoid having to look her or Madison in the face ever again. Instead of that, though, he grit his teeth and just half-jogged to catch back up to the other two, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. The usual cold on top of the blood rushing to his face to form the obvious signal he fucked up socially made his hands go numb for a moment. He should've put some gloves on.
Wait... Madison. Percy groaned softly as he recollected bits and pieces of the night before for probably the thousandth time that morning. The thing he remembers most is.. well, it was getting slapped harder than he'd ever been slapped by a woman (other than Laura) in his life, but following close behind was that look of betrayal on Madison's face. The thought of her being so upset put his stomach in knots. As soon as he gets back he has got to hunt her down and-
He almost walked into Alan and Stein. Apparently he was so zoned out and in his own head, he failed to realize where they were walking.
“They only sent three of you? Fantastic.”
Before either Stein or Alan could say anything more useful, Percy replied, "Would four of us have been better?"
His intent was to just to mess with her - he'd ridden with her at least three times now - but his tone of voice made it sound like he was more angry than snarky. Sadly, he did'nt realize how angry he sounded until he heard the gates closing behind them. He turned - why, he didn't know; It'd be too awkward to apologize now - but by the time he was turned around, the gates were shut tight. It would be oh-so easy to just dive headfirst into one of the many whirring machines around him to end it all and avoid having to look her or Madison in the face ever again. Instead of that, though, he grit his teeth and just half-jogged to catch back up to the other two, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. The usual cold on top of the blood rushing to his face to form the obvious signal he fucked up socially made his hands go numb for a moment. He should've put some gloves on.
Wait... Madison. Percy groaned softly as he recollected bits and pieces of the night before for probably the thousandth time that morning. The thing he remembers most is.. well, it was getting slapped harder than he'd ever been slapped by a woman (other than Laura) in his life, but following close behind was that look of betrayal on Madison's face. The thought of her being so upset put his stomach in knots. As soon as he gets back he has got to hunt her down and-
He almost walked into Alan and Stein. Apparently he was so zoned out and in his own head, he failed to realize where they were walking.
“They only sent three of you? Fantastic.”
Before either Stein or Alan could say anything more useful, Percy replied, "Would four of us have been better?"
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Percy Moore
LOCALE // Percy's Quarters || Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Morning
LOCALE // Percy's Quarters || Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Morning
Percy barely had time to open his eyes before he was face-in-toilet, his body violently ejecting the sparse contents of his stomach. His throat burned, his brain felt like a mess of cotton balls and mush, and it felt like a jackhammer - no, TWO jackhammers - were pounding on his head on the opposite sides. How much did he have last night? He belches- shit, nope, more puke. Thank God he's by himself right now, or else Ana would probably be freaking out and calling for Rebecca or Lofgren, and it'd just exacerbate this killer headache, and-
Percy physically covers his ears when he hears a voice over the intercoms request Stein, Alan, and himself to go to mission control, cringing all the while. Too loud. Waaayy too fucking loud. He hasn't even brushed his teeth to get rid of the vile bile taste in his mouth and they're calling him up to do who knows what. He's being punished for being a crap father, isn't he? He sighs, grimacing slightly - he gets up, flushing the ick before he goes to his sink to at the very least swish some mouthwash and load on some spray cologne. That's the least he can do to pretend he's a functional, well-adjusted adult, right? Nobody's gonna notice that he's a total mess.
LOCALE // Operations HQ || Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Still Morning
They're looking at him like he's a total mess, and he knows it. He barely got a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the door handle, and even through that warped lens he could see he looked like a corpse walking. Not that he ever looked like he was 100% functional all the time, but damn this is a low he hasn't hit in a while. Or maybe he has hit this kind of low recently and he's in denial. It's hard to tell anymore. What he'd give just to be at home - his actual home - with Ana drinking hot chocolate and reading to her right now, but no. No, instead, he's in this cramped room with two people he knows hate him, going on a mission where they'd probably leave him for dead if they had the chance. Not that he didn't want to die anyway, but he'd prefer the last face he sees to be his own child's, not people who decided to abandon him in the cold of Alaska.
“Well... Are we ready?”
“I have been ready for approximately two minutes and thirty-seven seconds.”
She seriously kept count down to the second? Damn. "Well I'm ready as I'll ever be." Percy replies, slinging the backpack around his one shoulder.. and stumbling from the weight and inertia of the pack. "Holy shit how is this so heavy?" he says more to himself than to the other two, hastily taking out excess stuff - he got thoroughly lost in his own head and didn't even notice he packed entirely too much for a mission that should only take maybe a day at most.
"...Well, uh, I'm apparently going to need a little bit longer. Gotta.. put all this back... I'm such a fuckin' idiot, goddammit, stupid, what the fuck is.. " and he trails off as he's putting everything back in its place the best he can until he's down to what he actually needs.
Percy physically covers his ears when he hears a voice over the intercoms request Stein, Alan, and himself to go to mission control, cringing all the while. Too loud. Waaayy too fucking loud. He hasn't even brushed his teeth to get rid of the vile bile taste in his mouth and they're calling him up to do who knows what. He's being punished for being a crap father, isn't he? He sighs, grimacing slightly - he gets up, flushing the ick before he goes to his sink to at the very least swish some mouthwash and load on some spray cologne. That's the least he can do to pretend he's a functional, well-adjusted adult, right? Nobody's gonna notice that he's a total mess.
LOCALE // Operations HQ || Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
TIME // Still Morning
They're looking at him like he's a total mess, and he knows it. He barely got a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the door handle, and even through that warped lens he could see he looked like a corpse walking. Not that he ever looked like he was 100% functional all the time, but damn this is a low he hasn't hit in a while. Or maybe he has hit this kind of low recently and he's in denial. It's hard to tell anymore. What he'd give just to be at home - his actual home - with Ana drinking hot chocolate and reading to her right now, but no. No, instead, he's in this cramped room with two people he knows hate him, going on a mission where they'd probably leave him for dead if they had the chance. Not that he didn't want to die anyway, but he'd prefer the last face he sees to be his own child's, not people who decided to abandon him in the cold of Alaska.
“Well... Are we ready?”
“I have been ready for approximately two minutes and thirty-seven seconds.”
She seriously kept count down to the second? Damn. "Well I'm ready as I'll ever be." Percy replies, slinging the backpack around his one shoulder.. and stumbling from the weight and inertia of the pack. "Holy shit how is this so heavy?" he says more to himself than to the other two, hastily taking out excess stuff - he got thoroughly lost in his own head and didn't even notice he packed entirely too much for a mission that should only take maybe a day at most.
"...Well, uh, I'm apparently going to need a little bit longer. Gotta.. put all this back... I'm such a fuckin' idiot, goddammit, stupid, what the fuck is.. " and he trails off as he's putting everything back in its place the best he can until he's down to what he actually needs.
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