Desmond Miles £ 002
Who: failssassin and somarium !!!
Where: The Fire in the Hole club in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine with me
Status: OPEN!!! Come drink your sorrows away!!
Warning: Desmond has a foul mouth, so language.
'Thump thump thump thump'
( I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night )
Where: The Fire in the Hole club in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine with me
Status: OPEN!!! Come drink your sorrows away!!
Warning: Desmond has a foul mouth, so language.
'Thump thump thump thump'
( I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night )
She raised an eyebrow at his remark, pausing before she exhaled to better catch the look on his face. Interesting, very interesting and maybe after another couple of drinks she'd ask what he meant by that. After all, dreams seemed to give away a hell of a lot here whether you wanted them to or not.
Oh Desmond you just dropped a little in her estimations with that eyebrow raise. What, a woman can't be a pilot or the best at it. She knocked back her drink and slid the empty glass to Desmond, motioning for a refill, quickly checking her Dreamberry to see if she was scheduled for the morning and nope, she could drink as much as she liked and sleep in late before getting up to make some more progress with the bike.
"Considering it's a planet innumerable miles from Earth and that most people barely have any sort of space travels, I'm not exactly surprised." But Desmond shouldn't take that to mean that she wasn't disappointed. It'd be nice to meet someone else who knew what it was like to live on a ship hanging in space, searching for a new home. Perhaps not the latter part but one other person who knew what her life had been like and could understand the itch to get back up there and travel at ridiculous speeds, jumping from system to system.
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His surprise and the fact that he was impressed had nothing to do with her gender, actually. He was the first one to give credits to anyone when they deserved it. He had been saved, twice now, from certain death by a female Assassin after all. Desmond had long learned that gender had nothing to do with skills. No, Kara simply didn't fit with how he'd imagine Air Force pilots. Though that image might have been a little crooked from the teachings of his parents.
He grabbed her glass and refilled it, giving her another surprised look:
"Shit, you meant 'Outer Space'?" How far into the future was she coming from? He pushed the glass back in front of her, a small frown at the mention of Earth.
"Is Earth all right?" Sorry, he had to ask. The fact that she knew the planet obviously meant that it still existed in her time, but in which state? Had they been able to stop the oncoming Armageddon? Or was it just a toasted ball of dirt now?
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Good times.
She took the refilled glass and nodded, taking a shorter sip before she started speaking, wondering how best to describe it.
"Yeah, I mean, seriously outer space. On the Colonies, there was a point called the Red Line, the edge of charted space for us. We jumped - traveled to you - way beyond that, looking for Earth."
She looked down at her glass then and flinched for a second when she thought she saw a blurry skull staring back instead of her own face but recovered herself quickly enough. What she was going to say next probably wasn't about to go down well.
"When we found Earth it was...it had been destroyed in nuclear explosions about two thousand years ago. The same way the Colonies had when we'd been forced to leave them." She bit her lip and shook her head because damn, it still hurt. She'd been meant to guide them to a new beginning and she hadn't. She'd taken them to a dead end and had snuffed out the last of their hope along with her own sense of purpose. But still she could remember what she'd seen when she'd been gone; blue oceans, green lands, white fluffy clouds. What the frak had that been?
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At the faintest trace of her flinching, Desmond almost regretted having asked about Earth. She didn't seem to have good memories of it, which made him worry briefly.
And then she simply voiced out his worst fear. The bartender looked down at his own glass, lips thinning out in anger, before draining it. So they failed. Even if the world hadn't die because of the sun, it still had vanished in smoke. What was the point of saving mankind if it's just going to stay stupid and waste the gift it was given?
"That really sucks" was all he could muster before filling his glass again. That deserved another drink. Though if Kara was here, that meant that there was still humans out there, right? Wasn't that something to rejoice?
"So we're a dying species in your own time?" Though it would probably have been better to change subject, he can't help but ask that question.
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She took a drink then, wondering just how much she should really say. It didn't seem possible, with all that she'd learned, that there was just one Earth out there. Maybe they'd rolled a hard six and been shafted, finding that place and then piling back into their ships to keep looking. And that Earth had been the Cylon world, their Thirteenth Tribe, so many miles away, still ending up stuck in the same damn cycle.
"Madame President Roslin tried to ban abortions and get us to have babies but people get sick, people die, we settle on a planet and get invaded and more people die. Last time I was home, survivor count was below forty thousand." And she had no idea if that included her at all. Did Roslin make allowances for pilots who came back from the dead without a clue as to what they were?
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"I'm really sorry to hear that." That was all he could say, really. There wasn't much one could say to another when they learned of their kind being on the brink of extinction.
Taking another sip of his beer, Desmond this time searched for a new subject to discuss. Though depressing subjects were good for business, since it made the customer drink more, he didn't want to hear more about humankind's failings. It made him drink and he really couldn't get drunk on his first week of work if he wanted to keep his job.
"That guy you work, Cid, he's building a spaceship?" Did this world had the technology for it?
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She just nodded too because what the hell else was there to say? They didn't exactly make cards for that sort of thing. Still, the change of subject was a welcome one and she smiled and nodded.
"I think so, I'm not involved in all his projects unless he asks but he's building these...hovering motorbike things. Skyrunners," which still made her snort because Cid had to have been drunk when he made that name, "Not as fast as a Viper but it's still a rush."
And then of course there was her pet personal project safely stashed in her apartment to prevent any thievery or tampering. Her motorbike was going to be a beast when she got done with it.
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