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[closed] apocalypse rising
WHO: Shaw, Ax, Marco
WHERE: Hangar bay, Eluvio → Oros
WHEN: Feb 1~4ish?
WHAT: A rescue mission to Oros
WARNINGS: Death, destruction, etc.
[ Suddenly, the whole ship was in an uproar. A nuclear event tends to do that, apparently. Shaw is in her quarters about to chug a beer and kick back for the night when the announcement comes through. She considers ignoring the call for help altogether. It's not like she cares about the lives of strangers. Especially a nameless, formless alien species that only exists in the abstract for her. She's been on the Eluvio all this time, mostly disconnected from the various missions on the planet below.
But there's a small voice in her head that suspiciously sounds like Finch, and it tells her to put the beer down and start moving. (Or as Reese would say, "I want you to put down the eyeliner and pick up a gun.") Is this what Harold did to the Machine? Nag and nag at it until it was ingrained into her program that she was responsible for everyone, regardless of who they were.
Whatever. ]
Heading to the planet. See you in hangar bay. [ she sends to Root.
She arrives there shortly after, and the place is a madhouse of people, a rush of panic and shouting and barely contained chaos. She looks around for someone in charge, but seeing no one obvious, she walks up to the first person she does see. ]
Hey. I need a pilot.
WHERE: Hangar bay, Eluvio → Oros
WHEN: Feb 1~4ish?
WHAT: A rescue mission to Oros
WARNINGS: Death, destruction, etc.
[ Suddenly, the whole ship was in an uproar. A nuclear event tends to do that, apparently. Shaw is in her quarters about to chug a beer and kick back for the night when the announcement comes through. She considers ignoring the call for help altogether. It's not like she cares about the lives of strangers. Especially a nameless, formless alien species that only exists in the abstract for her. She's been on the Eluvio all this time, mostly disconnected from the various missions on the planet below.
But there's a small voice in her head that suspiciously sounds like Finch, and it tells her to put the beer down and start moving. (Or as Reese would say, "I want you to put down the eyeliner and pick up a gun.") Is this what Harold did to the Machine? Nag and nag at it until it was ingrained into her program that she was responsible for everyone, regardless of who they were.
Whatever. ]
Heading to the planet. See you in hangar bay. [ she sends to Root.
She arrives there shortly after, and the place is a madhouse of people, a rush of panic and shouting and barely contained chaos. She looks around for someone in charge, but seeing no one obvious, she walks up to the first person she does see. ]
Hey. I need a pilot.
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Oh, it's you.
[ She was drunk and doesn't quite remember all the details, but it's definitely him. Someone who would've gotten their face punched in if Shaw wasn't feeling so buzzed. Whatever, there's no time to reminisce, even if that's the sort of thing Shaw would do. She climbs into the ship. ]
I don't care who's the better pilot. One of you better know how to fly this thing.
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Instead he puts a hand on Marco's shoulder, in an attempt to pull him to the present, and jerks his head toward their designated cargo ship.]
We should get moving. We have limited time.
[Then, he moves to address both of them, but in reality he's talking to Shaw:] I will be demorphing to pilot the shuttle. Please try not to be alarmed. [Never mind, that was definitely directed at Shaw.]