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axmods. ([personal profile] ataraxites) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-07-08 12:00 am

thirty-third jump;

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and the effects may be difficult to cope with, especially for those who went into Engineering several months ago.

It may be best to try to take what comfort you can from a hot shower and any friends you find around you, though, and don't pick up your comms too quickly - there's a message waiting on the network, a harsh warning about the real dangers around you, and no one would blame you for remaining in blissful ignorance a little longer...


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You wake up in darkness.


There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.

You are not alone.

There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.

After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.

If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.

This is your welcome party.
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C obviously!

[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Hanna's already dressed int eh crew jumpsuit, the rest of her clothes folded neatly under her arm with the arrow and bungee cord she'd taken from Grimm's theme park.

She feels eyes on her and, at first, doesn't pay attention to it. But the feeling lingers and Hanna knows better than to keep brushing it aside, turning to see who was staring-

Only for her face to go blank.]


Marissa Wiegler. [Her belongings drop to the floor.]

c:

[personal profile] oralhygiene 2014-07-09 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels like there's a pounding in her ears, a chant for her to end this, to end this all with one shot. She takes a step forward, her hand going to her gun, before she freezes, looking around through narrowed eyes.

If she killed her now, she'd be paying for it for as long as she had to live here. She would be a pariah. It would be messy. And Marissa just couldn't have that.

The thrill of the hunt is pulsating through her as she steps forward again, holding out her hand.
] Hanna, come here.

[Her face reads as friendly, though anyone who knows her true motive would know that it's false, a mask for the real horrid thing underneath that wants to take her to a dark place and put a bullet in her head.]
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/rubs hands together

[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Hanna doesn't move. It barely looks like she's breathing until her fists clench and she shakes her head. She doesn't even blink, her gaze never leaving Marissa, knowing better than to let her eyes off her. Not while she's armed and Hanna's only weapon lay on the floor.]

No.

[A month. An entire month of relative peace, making friends and learning new things. Only for it to come crashing around her during the jump. But she had left Marissa alive when she'd come to the Tranquility. She should have known it couldn't last forever.]

No. [She repeats but a bit more strongly.] Walk away Marissa.

/cackles

[personal profile] oralhygiene 2014-07-09 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[No one's noticed yet. They could still get out of there unnoticed. She could still end this. If Hanna would just cooperate.

She grits her teeth, and it's obvious the anger is seeping through the mask.
] You know I can't do that. Just come with me, and this will all be over.
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Hanna's nostrils flare and the words come out rushed:] I said no.

[Her fists tighten and her eyes flicker quickly around the room for anyone she knows. Robin, Elizabeth, Elrond, anyone, gaze returning to Marissa quickly each time, never willing to let more than a second pass that her eyes have left her.]

Just leave me alone. There's enough space on this ship for both of us.

[personal profile] oralhygiene 2014-07-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
There isn't. And you know there never will be.

[Her eyes follow hers at first, but she doesn't see what she's looking for. She's moving quicker now, reaching for Hanna's arm to pull her.]
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Stop.

[She doesn't say anything more. As soon as Marissa tries to force her towards her, Hanna reacts. Her fist flies up towards her face with all the power behind it that she can muster. She's so tired of fighting and hurting people but if Marissa isn't going to let her go, she'll make her let her go.

As soon as her fist connects, Hanna drops to the ground and tries to kick Marissa's feet out from beneath her.]

[personal profile] oralhygiene 2014-07-09 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Her fist hits its mark and Marissa lets out a surprised grunt. She really hadn't thought this through. And as soon as she thinks she can take a breath, Hanna kicks her feet out from underneath her. It takes just a second for her to catch her breath, but in that second, she's lost too much time. She holds out her arms to push at Hanna, trying to prevent her from jumping on her and wailing on her, while kicking a heel in the direction of Hanna's ankle.

She'd get the gun, but she doesn't really want to do that and become a pariah. She can still twist this on Hanna.
]
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[A part of Hanna, small as it may be, is pleased to hear it, to hear her hit the ground through the sound of her blood pumping in her ears. A part of her is glad to see that she's strong enough to bring Marissa to the ground after all she's done.

They took fertilized embryos and made small changes to them. To reduce the capacity for fear. For pity. Increase muscle strength. Heighten senses. Anything that might make a better soldier. The perfect soldier.

Marissa's heel connects with her ankle and sends Hanna stumbling, the pain sharp enough to make her focus again. Even with Marissa trying to keep her away, Hanna dives at her.]


You should have let me go!
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-09 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[the sound of an altercation around the lockers catch damian's attention almost instantly, senses trained to notice and hone in on violence even long before he'd taken up the cowl (or hood and paracape, in damian's case) with his brother. but where his original reaction as an assassin would have been to analyze from a distance and, no doubt, avoid the confrontation, the super hero business was a bit more... demanding of your time in certain ways. these ways, particularly.

someone else might have been surprised to come upon the scene of a young girl attacking an adult woman, but then, someone else probably wasn't the ten year old ex-assassin deciding to intervene.

damian darts quickly in between the two, his small size and light tread making it easy for him to slip in underneath. he brings his arms up in a firm, defensive block, because despite everything in his training screaming at him to go for a quick kill, the knowledge burning down his spine that this won't be an easy opponent, he's loathe to go in for any sort of strike without getting a better feel for the situation first.
]

Save the sparring for the gym. [he bites out and that's... that's almost a joke, considering damian. wow, spending time with a younger grayson is really rubbing off on him in an awful way.]

[personal profile] oralhygiene 2014-07-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[As soon as there's an out, as soon as there's a block between her and the hitting, Marissa stumbles onto her feet, and then takes off. She pushes people out of the way, and soon, she's out of sight.]
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The last thing Hanna expects is for anyone to get between her and Marissa. And her knee goes up as he blocks, one hand reaching to try to grab Marissa as she flees.

Somehow, Hanna isn't the least bit surprised.]


No! [The cry is half angry and half desperate, the girl pushing hard against Damian to try to go after her.]
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-09 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[damian grits his teeth through a knee to the ribs and squares his stance against the jolt of pain because he's felt far worse, damn it. the girl is surprisingly strong though, even for damian who knows better than to underestimate his opponents, and when she pushes against him, that strength in addition to the knock to his chest has him stumbling back a bit before he manages to get his feet solidly underneath him again.

her cry is the worst of it though. something tears at damian at the sound, something familiar about the tone that he doesn't want to analyze too deeply. he narrows his eyes at her, expression stern and far too old for someone his age and tells her;
]

Fighting in the lockers puts more than just yourself at risk, it's endangers everyone else who walks through here to get to the elevators.

[never mind that he fought in the pod hallways when he first arrived. do as damian says, not as he does, hannah. and then almost as an after thought he adds:] And you shouldn't be fighting anyway, we've got more than enough to worry about onboard without attacking each other as well.
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-09 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't want to hurt him, at least not permanently, so she tries to hold back a bit. He's there though and had been in her way, in the rush of encountering Marissa and it was hard to resist trying to go for a killing blow. But she did. She's not a killer, she's not a soldier like Marissa had wanted.

Hanna's eyes blaze at being berated and she breathes a little more heavily than a fight like that usually would but the adrenaline is still running through her veins and she clenches her fists, eyes flicking towards where Marissa had fled. She had been so close to ending this and only because Marissa had forced her hand.

She takes a deep breath.]
There wouldn't have been a fight if she had left me alone.
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-09 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[damian narrows his eyes at hanna's words. he's already not terribly inclined towards thinking well of the woman after she ran off like that without a word. which means that he's entirely willing to listen right now.]

What did she do?
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-10 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Hanna shifts. Her ankle is sore from where Marissa had slammed her heel into it but at least she's sure that it's not broken. Even if it was, it wasn't likely to keep her down for long.]

She's a murderer. She killed my mother and she wants to kill me too. I asked her to leave me alone and she tried to force me.

[So Hanna did the only thing she knew would help: She punched Marissa. And then she went a little further. Marissa would have a proper idea now just what she created at Galinka.]
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-10 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[and with those words damian just. steps aside without a word, frowning deeply. his chest still aches from the knee, and that must be why it hurts as he breathes through her confession, because he can't even begin to imagine another reason why it might.

after a moment of what might actually be considered awkward silence, damian says;
]

Well then we'll just have to stop her from doing anything else.
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-10 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She resists telling him that it was just that she was trying to do. At least she won't underestimate the teenager again or try anything in crowded areas. That just means Hanna has to somehow avoid being alone too often.]

She won't go after anyone that doesn't interfere.

[She might not go after anyone for awhile. Her ego must be as bruised as her face.]
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-10 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[grimly, damian states;] People are going to interfere.

[he's going to interfere. now that he knows, there's no way that he's going to leave the woman be.]

The security team should be informed.
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-10 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Then she'll target them too. This isn't the first time she's done this.

[She's gotten around the police, Interpol and other organizations with ease in her chase of Hanna. Marissa is better at lying than Hanna is at telling the truth.]

No. They won't believe me over her.
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-10 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Some of us on the ship are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. And for those that aren't, the security team is there.

[even if damian doesn't really... trust the others to take care of things. believing that others are capable of competency is difficult for him, respect is hard earned. but the ship has him, and the ship has dick, and that's certainly enough to one woman, he figures.]

I believe you. I'm sure my brother would too. [he doesn't say this as a reassurance, there's nothing sweet or thoughtlessly kind in his words. just simple honesty.]
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
I believe you. [She wouldn't be a little naive to think everyone was incapable of protecting themselves but Hanna has never underestimated her opponents.

And Marissa has proven she's not to be underestimated. Neither is Damian. Erik has been the only person of really being able to hold his own in a fight against her until she was taken in by the CIA.]


Thank you. I'm glad that at least a few people do.
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-10 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Just because they're older, doesn't make adults suddenly more trustful. Usually it just means that they've had a lot more time to perfect lying.

[damian nods sharply and takes a step back, regarding her stoically.]

I'll keep an eye on her, and you should continue to try and avoid her for now. If she tries to engage you again, try to take it somewhere a little less public. [a beat] If you can.
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[personal profile] adapt_or_die 2014-07-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
I never thought about it like that. [Then again, she could see the truth in his words. her father hadn't exactly lied to her but he hadn't told her the truth about herself either.]

You don't have to but I'll try to avoid her. I don't want to fight her again. [Because, next time, Hanna just might kill her.]
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[personal profile] born_this_wayne 2014-07-11 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[firmly] If everything you said about her is true, then I can't just let her roam free.

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