Jack went about his business, hands in his pockets. The more he thought about his existence here in Tranquility, he couldn't help but feel the slight inkling that as much as his business back on Pandora was done.... something was lingering. Call it intuition, paranoia, or whatever. If he was here... what did it mean? Years roughing it from Tantalus and the journey to head Hyperion, he knew that even in the seemingly comforting embrace of security- he couldn't let his guard down. Not that he had any reason to believe his past may have followed him here. Half of him hoped that slate was wiped the hell out, and the other half hated that he didn't get what he wanted.
Revenge.
As he walked, he noticed the archaic nature of this ship. The things he could do to this place. For a moment he stopped, trying to get himself oriented to the layout. It was slightly confusing. It was then that he realized he was going the wrong way, and he turned, heading back to where he remembered the passengers quarters were.
And that's when he caught a glimpse of them.
He hitched a breath, shocked, eyes widening a moment-- he considered for a split second that he may have just seen a hallucination. If they were hallucinations, they'd just disappear like a psychotic disturbing mirage. If they weren't.... well, he should probably start shooting. His hand reached up to his shield, and the other to his gun... bracing himself for the possible reality. "Well ain't this just peachy."
He scowled, ducking back into one of the hallways. Cloaking time was GO. He needed a second or two to gather his wits. He didn't like these kinds of surprises.
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Revenge.
As he walked, he noticed the archaic nature of this ship. The things he could do to this place. For a moment he stopped, trying to get himself oriented to the layout. It was slightly confusing. It was then that he realized he was going the wrong way, and he turned, heading back to where he remembered the passengers quarters were.
And that's when he caught a glimpse of them.
He hitched a breath, shocked, eyes widening a moment-- he considered for a split second that he may have just seen a hallucination. If they were hallucinations, they'd just disappear like a psychotic disturbing mirage. If they weren't.... well, he should probably start shooting. His hand reached up to his shield, and the other to his gun... bracing himself for the possible reality. "Well ain't this just peachy."
He scowled, ducking back into one of the hallways. Cloaking time was GO. He needed a second or two to gather his wits. He didn't like these kinds of surprises.