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ten_fwd2015-05-16 04:25 pm
do_your_duty) wrote in ten_fwd2015-05-16 04:25 pm
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DECK 12; THE GYMNASIUM
She's not very social.
It's not that she hasn't ever been.
She had good compatriots in her regiments on the Command Carriers. It wasn't the same on Moya. It was a small ship, but there were spaces she could not ignore nor avoid. Not remove the knowledge it was populated with only a handful of escaped criminals. (That she's just as much one of them now.)
The Enterprise is different than both. Larger than Moya, but much smaller than a Command Carrier. More than the small crew of prisoners, but crawling with civilians. On a mission of 'peace,' yet laden with weapons. But it does have some things in common with Moya.
The first. They each have a good training room.
The second. Aeryn Sun spends a lot of time there.
The third. There is only so much time you can do that.
Even if "time" is a weeken or a quarter cycle. Half a cycle. Which is why she's sitting on the floor now, looking at the empty room, every still, waiting apparatus. (The hum of the ship, beneath her, under it all, is different, too. She can tell, because the sound she's looking for, that something in her is feeling for, isn't there.)
(She knows that makes her more different than those three now, too.)
It's not that she hasn't ever been.
She had good compatriots in her regiments on the Command Carriers. It wasn't the same on Moya. It was a small ship, but there were spaces she could not ignore nor avoid. Not remove the knowledge it was populated with only a handful of escaped criminals. (That she's just as much one of them now.)
The Enterprise is different than both. Larger than Moya, but much smaller than a Command Carrier. More than the small crew of prisoners, but crawling with civilians. On a mission of 'peace,' yet laden with weapons. But it does have some things in common with Moya.
The first. They each have a good training room.
The second. Aeryn Sun spends a lot of time there.
The third. There is only so much time you can do that.
Even if "time" is a weeken or a quarter cycle. Half a cycle. Which is why she's sitting on the floor now, looking at the empty room, every still, waiting apparatus. (The hum of the ship, beneath her, under it all, is different, too. She can tell, because the sound she's looking for, that something in her is feeling for, isn't there.)
(She knows that makes her more different than those three now, too.)
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"Used to being on military vessels?" she asks. It's a guess: pirates, raiders, could have the woman's trained focus as much as more out and out and military, but the likelihood is lesser than the alternative.
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That was a slight exaggeration. She hadn't the last half of a year, but it didn't mean she wasn't still trying to figure out what that meant. If she just needed to find the right way back to The Peacekeepers, or if she needed to find somewhere else to go once everyone on Moya got to the home worlds they could not stop babbling about wanting and needing to get back to.
Like she was going to somehow understand and want to support it. All of them leaving. All of them going home.
When half the time all she wanted was peace and to never have set foot on that ship, never to have taken the time to get to know any of them at all, left them as renegade prisoners and turned herself in. And the other. The other where she had nothing once they were gone. No purpose. No place to return. No people who had stood by her, even irreversibly contaminated. No place ahead in the distance. Even with John's paltry offering to go this Earpt.
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A little sympathy. Not too much, one professional to another.
No pity. Natasha doesn't waste time on that emotion much.
Her gaze does turn speculative, though.
"If you aren't ridiculously super-powered compared to a baseline human, interested in any sparring? Something different?"
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But it still wasn't. This.
This place. Crawling with families. Children.
Some overstressed peaceful mission for so many weapons.
Aeryn looked up at her, before pushing up from the ground as she spoke.
"Sebacean physiology is not the same as hooman." In fact, the doctor's, once she wasn't trying to kill hers for touching her with a needle, seemed to think it was advanced from theirs. Or at least comparably so. "And if John is anything to go on--" Aeryn would only need to roll her eyes for that to sound even less actually worth considering. "Most of them are not trained the way my people are."
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She shrugs, and then moves again, this time to lie herself down on the ground and then lift her straight body with just her arms braced against the floor.
"But don't worry. I've got no intention of punching above my level."
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"Your people compete at defense?" If the question wasn't laden with an opinion at the first mark, the second is even clearer. "Against each other?"
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"Yep," she says. "Sometimes, just keep up the practice. But a lot of people, it's why they train. For competitions.
Not a thing for you?"