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ten_fwd2015-10-18 09:27 pm
Cue one very baffled angel...
What: He's just got here.
Where: Corridor outside a holodeck. (Locked to Alec Troven in Ten Forward.)
OOC info: OC. Here's a direct link to his tenfwd-specific profile. (Which is now unlocked)
Permissions: Here:
Warnings: This character cusses like a sailor, and his narrative is in the style of his inner voice, so it too will contain cussing.
One minute he's in mid-gate (teleport) to pick up his daughter, the next he's in some kind of odd room. Black walls, criss-crossed with yellow lines give Phoenix the impression that this is one of his uncle's dream-vaults; but after only a few seconds, he realises there was something completely wrong about that last gate-hop.
The angel can feel the soft hum of something in his surroundings. The tech - although a little dated, is recognisable to him as a holodeck. Terran in origin, if he's not mistaken, this is a spacegoing vessel; well past the 21st century from where he's just come.
Nervous as hell, Phoenix tries speaking to the holodeck computer,
“I need privacy.” Is his first vocalised thought, as his nature kicks in and he needs to asses his weaponry. Just in case. Demons have lured him to similar scenes in his long past. His request is rewarded by a stone cell appearing around him. It's old-world, but the door is solid oak and feels stable enough.
Phoenix hunches down, pulling his quantum disruptor from its holster under his black wool coat. He's not stupid enough to go shooting the thing off on what may be some kind of military vessel, but he can quickly assess it by stripping it down and inspecting the modular components.
Something is really not right. He tugs out the simple-looking cellphone from another pocket, and inspects the temporal functionality of his vortex manipulator. Nothing is working as it should be.
Now he just has to figure out if he's been sent here by 'The Office', for some reason they haven't bothered explaining. Which happens. Or if he's been diverted by a more sinister power. Which also happens.
This is an Earth ship. He reasons, silently. Probably post-contact. This is possibly a warp-drive vessel. Keldra has made diplomatic contact with Earth at around this time. The angel is fairly positive about that, although the Knowledge he usually reaches for seems muffled and foggy. After grappling around in the ether for a few moments, The Knowing slips away from his mind like a heavy gold chain pouring itself off a dressing table.
It's taken him a scant couple of minutes to gather himself, and shove his possessions back into his pockets. Having weighed up the options, Phoenix doesn't seem to have any. He can't get out. He can't call anyone. All he can do is a quick reconnoitre of the habitat. If there's shit - he'll deal with that when it arises. But if it's an Earth ship, chances are the natives will be friendly. If it's military, they’ll probably be officious. Gods. He fucking hates officious mortals. Come to think of it, if this was a military ship, surely he'd have been detected and surrounded by armed guards by now.
“Uh. Yeah.” He says to the computer, standing. “I'm done here.”
“Do you wish to end the programme?” Asks a really rather sexy female voice.
“Yeah. That thing. End the programme.” He agrees, and the room is restored into it's former state. The doors swish open as Phoenix cautiously approaches them, and he steps out into the corridor.
element_wizard ):(Subject to change according to events before Phoenix and Alec meet.)
Circles of thought have been rattling around Phoenix's mind.
If Q brought him here and is more powerful than Heaven, he's on his own.
If Q brought him here and isn't more powerful than heaven, then chances are Heaven is okay with that or they'd have taken him home, and he's stuffed.
If Q didn't bring him here, and Heaven sent him here. Then Heaven is definitely okay with it, and he's stuffed.
Of course, whenever his people have dealt with the Q, the angel has always been paranoid that his Boss might actually turn out to be a Q. He hates it. It makes him question his Boss, Heaven, all of it. It's easier just to fall and have done with it. But no, he won't go there. Having almost fallen twice, the angel is in no frame of mind to consider that the third time is a charm. So yes, Q.
If Q is not his Boss, and is merely more powerful, Phoenix is still stuffed.
if Q is not more powerful than his Boss, then his Boss wants him here, and Phoenix is stuffed - because Heaven knows full well an angel with his security clearance is no match for Q.
If it transpires that Q is actually his Boss; Phoenix is well and truly stuffed, and he can totally see why Lucifer got so pissed about it.
He can't think of any other permutations right now. So heads off for a drink. Basically he's on his own, and stuffed.
Then maybe he'll wake up.
He orders something strong, and slopes off to a corner, tucked away behind a group of standing, chattering, people. The less he's noticed, the more he'll like it.
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He moves past Kale down the corridor a little, just to see what's there. "Look, mate; I'm sorry about all the yelling back there. For all I knew, I was under attack. I'm Phoenix." He offers a hand.
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"If you say so," he said doubtfully.
There's nothing but boring corridor behind him. "Kale McCallum." He took Phoenix's hand in a good handshake.
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"So how long have you been here, Kale?"
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He's descended from the Morrigan. He comes from a family that pretty much has "fuck you, gods" written into their DNA by this point.
Bad idea? Yes. Still do it? Yes.
Kale stared up at the ceiling doing a mental count. "I think about four months now? It's kinda hard to keep track of things. One day just sort of bleeds into another."
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"Four months!" He didn't want to consider months yet. Thanks, Kale. "Crap. .. How many abductees are there?"
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Phoenix also might pick up with his Knowing things that there's some very interesting magic hanging around Kale. It feels like something clutching at him, twisted around his very soul. Connected to a great evil, screaming to devour souls, but not actually effecting Kale himself. More like a trap waiting to be sprung when the time is right, even if that time might be several generations down the line.
"Quite a few. I'm not exactly sure the exact number because people come and go rather randomly."
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"Great. Random is such fun." Usually he's far more happy with random than this. But not today. "So what do the crew make of it? Drop us off at the nearest civilisation advanced enough to send us home?"
Of course civilisations that use time travel regularly are rare, but still.
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"And they haven't found a way to send us home. We're all stuck on this bloody ship."
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He sighs and scrubs a hand through his hair. This can't happen. Not now. He has too much stuff with Vahl.... it's a nasty wrench. "There's gonna be a pissed off and powerful god tearing our galaxy apart to try and find me. And he's not going to, unless he can get in touch with a very different and powerful.. never feels right calling Alec a god."
Ugh. He could do with seeing either of his bond-mates right now.
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Playing silly buggers about there being two of them is a fun game for them.
"And if your friend can get you out of here, put in a good word for the rest of us because a lot of us would like to go home too."
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Phoenix knows he can cope with most situations, but the ones who will think he's just buggered off without a word, or worse, is hurt or being held and tortured, are the ones he's aching for.
"I'm an angel. Believe me, if I could get every one of you out of this, I would. It's in the job description."
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He shrugged. "Still not exactly sure what an angel is - weird little buggers according to the databases on board. Can't seem to make up their mind on what they are. But I'm a McCallum and getting people out of situations like this is also my job."
There's a pause and then Kale gives a bit of a maniacal grin. "Admittedly I'm currently a bit out of my depth, but I'm working on it."
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"Like demons, there are different kinds of angel.. if you even know what a demon is." Because it follows that Kale might not. "Let's just not get into it." He pulls himself out of the morass some, listening to the guy he thinks is a normal human, and this time the half-smile is genuine.
"Nice to know you take your work seriously."
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And shake of his head. "No idea what a demon is either. Not really. They don't exist in my world."
Technically speaking, for his world, Kale is a normal human. There are plenty of families that can trace their lineage back to a god or goddess. Admittedly Kale's has a few more quirks than other families, but he's perfectly normal human goodness.
"I'm a protector. That's what McCallums do. Among other things. But mostly protecting."
Protecting doesn't necessarily mean good people or lawful people.
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For now he lets it go.
"S'what I do too. My main objective is hunting down demon organisations, but if during that, there's innocent people who need my help... I do that too."
He's not necessarily assuming protectors are good. It depends what they protect. Very often the work itself is filthy and vile. Which is one of the reasons why Phoenix isn't a cherubic little sweetheart.
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"Mine is protecting Eire in any way possible. And protecting people in general when the need arises." He's not above killing people if need be. Or preemptive strikes.
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Phoenix will cheerfully kill people. Whatever species. Mortal or not. If he's been sent to do so... or if they're just plain evil, with no chance of redemption, and The Knowing informs him that it's acceptable.
"What happens now? I mean... what is there to do here? shouldn't I inform a Starfleet officer of my presence?"
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"You should probably inform Starfleet you're here, yeah. They'll put you in quarantine for a bit, so you can't roam around everywhere. Then once you've gotten your check up you're allowed to just wander about and be bored out of your little mind. Though they've set up classes for people, so that's taking the edge off of some of the boredom."
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Fire and hell he can handle. Man-eating plants and shapeshifting demons. All kinds of hostile life forms and environments. But boredom. Boredom is it's very own hell. "Thanks anyway."