[The gentle movement of a vehicle is expected, but there's a person where his nav console should be. And not anybody he expected. That in itself is enough to scare the hell out of him, make him wonder where he was, where the Reliant ended up-- Cain.]
[He turns his head, and even that is a strain. It takes him seconds to recall Cain's face and compare it to everyone else's in the transport. He's not there. It takes him another minute to face forward again and try to form a question to ask the person in front of him, but he can't even move his jaw. He's so warm, bundled up tighter than he's ever been in his life, he feels like he's weighed down in addition to being unable to move his limbs. Where's Cain? Where's his Fighter?]
[Bleeding and unresponsive just a moment ago, his slow brain provides, and now he's in the back of a truck with strangers. Who knew how much time had passed, who knew if Cain was even still alive.]
[This is over between us, Cain.]
[He's blinking tears out of his eyes as some strange person examines him, as another tells him to walk towards a building, and walk he does because what else is he going to do? Trudging through more snow than he's ever seen in his entire life, the tear trails are freezing on his face as he looks around at the people he's walking with. He can't see, everyone's too bundled, so he just shouts: 'Cain! Cain!!']
[It's warmer inside, but he doesn't know what to do. Wait? For what? For the storm to ease, for the snow to melt? He doesn't even know where he is, where his ship is, if he's even with the Alliance right now. A quick scan of the faces he's with, and he has a chilling realization-- there are women here.]
[If he's still in Alliance custody, he is far, far from the Sleipnir.]
[The walk was a lot, so he sits down near the water cooler and keeps staring at the faces around him as though one of them will turn into a living, healthy Cain. No luck, but he stares more than is probably polite. Even when caught staring, it takes him a moment to turn his pink, wet face away because he's so caught up in the moments prior to this. Every time he tries to think about what's next, he gets dragged backwards-- he knows the jump drive worked, he saw the flash, he felt the spike of pain in his forehead.]
[As over as Abel thinks it should be, all he wants is to know that Cain lived. How pathetic can you get?]
[002 - free to a good home]
[Eventually Abel curls up on a few of the seats, exhausted despite having done practically nothing. Every time he has a thought that maybe he could go back into the snow and find the transport, maybe use the elevator to explore the building, do something to contact the Alliance-- the plan unravels in his mind and he stays. Wait. Just wait for your buddy. Wait for your bleeding, unconscious, probably dead, expendable colonist buddy.]
[He lays there, popping the top off his biodegradable cup and popping it back on, staring at the wall opposite. He hears the door open but he doesn't bother to move-- what's the point? He failed, he didn't protect anybody, he landed them somewhere, lost the Reliant, and Cain was dead because Abel hadn't run fast enough. God, let's walk to look less suspicious across a military hangar after shooting our commanding officer? What was he, an infant?]
[He's too buried in all of the ways he's fucked up in the past twenty four (?) hours that he doesn't bother to look up when their 'buddies' arrive and someone's hovering over him. Nice knees, who cares.]
[003 - comfort food]
[This is a lot.]
[It's easy for Abel to realize that he's not connected to a network that feeds information directly into his brain. He accepts that somehow he's in New Tokyo where there's two feet of snow on the ground and he's now part of a relief effort. He's even strangely relieved that there is no Federated Alliance and the Reliant is somewhere to be determined.]
[What he can't figure out is what to do with himself now that there's no lab, no maintenance, no training. As fun as laughing at a blank wall sounds, and riveting as sitting in comfortable chairs and contemplating existence is, Abel finds himself in the kitchen trying to figure out something to eat. He's politely going through the cabinets, taking stock of what he has to work with before making a decision.]
[004 - high voltage]
[At least he doesn't need a network connection to do what he does best: engineering. Abel of course immediately volunteers himself to work with the team getting the power grid up and running again. He's not much of a physical laborer, but he knows when a circuit is questionable and he usually knows how to fix it-- usually. Who's double checking his work/helping him with the snow?]
[005 - wild card]
((Or just hit me up for a totally new thing, I'm open to all ideas! :D))
Abel ★ STARFIGHTER
[We were supposed to go back together.]
[The gentle movement of a vehicle is expected, but there's a person where his nav console should be. And not anybody he expected. That in itself is enough to scare the hell out of him, make him wonder where he was, where the Reliant ended up-- Cain.]
[He turns his head, and even that is a strain. It takes him seconds to recall Cain's face and compare it to everyone else's in the transport. He's not there. It takes him another minute to face forward again and try to form a question to ask the person in front of him, but he can't even move his jaw. He's so warm, bundled up tighter than he's ever been in his life, he feels like he's weighed down in addition to being unable to move his limbs. Where's Cain? Where's his Fighter?]
[Bleeding and unresponsive just a moment ago, his slow brain provides, and now he's in the back of a truck with strangers. Who knew how much time had passed, who knew if Cain was even still alive.]
[This is over between us, Cain.]
[He's blinking tears out of his eyes as some strange person examines him, as another tells him to walk towards a building, and walk he does because what else is he going to do? Trudging through more snow than he's ever seen in his entire life, the tear trails are freezing on his face as he looks around at the people he's walking with. He can't see, everyone's too bundled, so he just shouts: 'Cain! Cain!!']
[It's warmer inside, but he doesn't know what to do. Wait? For what? For the storm to ease, for the snow to melt? He doesn't even know where he is, where his ship is, if he's even with the Alliance right now. A quick scan of the faces he's with, and he has a chilling realization-- there are women here.]
[If he's still in Alliance custody, he is far, far from the Sleipnir.]
[The walk was a lot, so he sits down near the water cooler and keeps staring at the faces around him as though one of them will turn into a living, healthy Cain. No luck, but he stares more than is probably polite. Even when caught staring, it takes him a moment to turn his pink, wet face away because he's so caught up in the moments prior to this. Every time he tries to think about what's next, he gets dragged backwards-- he knows the jump drive worked, he saw the flash, he felt the spike of pain in his forehead.]
[As over as Abel thinks it should be, all he wants is to know that Cain lived. How pathetic can you get?]
[002 - free to a good home]
[Eventually Abel curls up on a few of the seats, exhausted despite having done practically nothing. Every time he has a thought that maybe he could go back into the snow and find the transport, maybe use the elevator to explore the building, do something to contact the Alliance-- the plan unravels in his mind and he stays. Wait. Just wait for your buddy. Wait for your bleeding, unconscious, probably dead, expendable colonist buddy.]
[He lays there, popping the top off his biodegradable cup and popping it back on, staring at the wall opposite. He hears the door open but he doesn't bother to move-- what's the point? He failed, he didn't protect anybody, he landed them somewhere, lost the Reliant, and Cain was dead because Abel hadn't run fast enough. God, let's walk to look less suspicious across a military hangar after shooting our commanding officer? What was he, an infant?]
[He's too buried in all of the ways he's fucked up in the past twenty four (?) hours that he doesn't bother to look up when their 'buddies' arrive and someone's hovering over him. Nice knees, who cares.]
[003 - comfort food]
[This is a lot.]
[It's easy for Abel to realize that he's not connected to a network that feeds information directly into his brain. He accepts that somehow he's in New Tokyo where there's two feet of snow on the ground and he's now part of a relief effort. He's even strangely relieved that there is no Federated Alliance and the Reliant is somewhere to be determined.]
[What he can't figure out is what to do with himself now that there's no lab, no maintenance, no training. As fun as laughing at a blank wall sounds, and riveting as sitting in comfortable chairs and contemplating existence is, Abel finds himself in the kitchen trying to figure out something to eat. He's politely going through the cabinets, taking stock of what he has to work with before making a decision.]
[004 - high voltage]
[At least he doesn't need a network connection to do what he does best: engineering. Abel of course immediately volunteers himself to work with the team getting the power grid up and running again. He's not much of a physical laborer, but he knows when a circuit is questionable and he usually knows how to fix it-- usually. Who's double checking his work/helping him with the snow?]
[005 - wild card]
((Or just hit me up for a totally new thing, I'm open to all ideas! :D))