Nathan Christopher Charles Summers [ CABLE ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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exsiliumlogs2013-09-30 12:13 am
oldsoldiersneverdie) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-30 12:13 am
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[closed] everything is horrible in space
Date & Time: Sept 27th
Location: One of the dorm pods on the moon base
Characters: Nathan Summers and Raiden
Summary: Nate has had to psychically knock out his roommate and drag him to the moon before he does something stupid
Warnings: Drinking, swearing.
If Nate was being honest with himself, he'd made more of a dent in his stash of shitty beer in the last hour than he really should have. They weren't finished hauling everything and everyone they could fit up from the surface, and no doubt his skills would be needed again in the near future. But he was just so damned tired of it, of trying to keep it together, and having to subdue and haul his angry cyborg roommate up to the base was where his patience had run out.
Which is why he was sitting, slowly getting drunk on terrible beer, and watching with a certain amount of envy as Raiden slept far more peacefully than he had in years.
Location: One of the dorm pods on the moon base
Characters: Nathan Summers and Raiden
Summary: Nate has had to psychically knock out his roommate and drag him to the moon before he does something stupid
Warnings: Drinking, swearing.
If Nate was being honest with himself, he'd made more of a dent in his stash of shitty beer in the last hour than he really should have. They weren't finished hauling everything and everyone they could fit up from the surface, and no doubt his skills would be needed again in the near future. But he was just so damned tired of it, of trying to keep it together, and having to subdue and haul his angry cyborg roommate up to the base was where his patience had run out.
Which is why he was sitting, slowly getting drunk on terrible beer, and watching with a certain amount of envy as Raiden slept far more peacefully than he had in years.
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When he awoke, he shifted slightly and winced. The light pouring in into his vision made his swim enough that he immediately regretted waking and he rolled his metal body over onto its side. Somewhere nearby he heard the light tinkling of a glass.
...What he did not hear was yelling or gunfire. This realization caused him to leap up with a sudden, violent motion and he immediately went into a combat ready stance, claws hooked into the air. It was the gesture of a man who had woken up in unfamiliar places a few too many times.
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It was impossible for Nate to miss the sudden switch from inaction to action, the way tension suddenly filled the small room to his psi-senses - he'd have to be a lot drunker than he already was to blot that out. He was pretty sure he didn't have enough beer for that, as nice as the prospect seemed right now.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he told Raiden with a cynical, weary smile.
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He looked around with a narrowed eye, slowly piecing together what must have happened.
"Where am I?"
The Moon Base, of course. He knew that much. But why was he here? Had Nate brought him? That seemed likely.
When his gaze landed on his roommate, his expression was one of mixed anger and betrayal.
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Nate's reaction time and defenses were shot enough by the alcohol that he couldn't quite hide the flinch when Raiden turned the focus of his gaze and his emotions on him. He tried to smooth it over as best as he could, but he wasn't really in the right mindset to deal with an outburst right now.
"On the moon. You didn't seem like you were planning on coming on your own."
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He clenched his fists and drew himself upright.
"We were leaving those people to die!"
And someone had to stay. Someone had to make it all right again.
"I..."
Raiden lifted a hand and stared down at his claws, his thoughts unreadable from his expression.
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"And you were going to die right along with them," Nate replied, too tired to be angry about Raiden's outburst. "I get wanting to go out for a cause - but there's another way here, and honestly, I'd hate to have to find another roommate."
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Raiden continued to stare at his claws for a long moment before shaking his head and blowing out a rattling sigh.
"...I know you're right..."
Even in his current frame, there was not much he could honestly hope to accomplish against a nuke with an unknown payload. If he were hit, what then? Who would be there to protect the Transports who were still alive? Who would be there for his wife and son? He couldn't die just yet.
Still, a look of despair crossed his single eye.
"But none of this would have happened if I'd acted faster at the party. If I hadn't malfunctioned...then...maybe...."
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Nate knew that look, new that feeling. The perpetual 'if only's that wound themselves through his dreams more nights than not. There was, after all, a reason he'd broken into his cheap beer stash.
"Probably would have turned out the same way," he said, his voice far more pessimistic than he usually let show. He took another swig of the beer, and, realizing it was now empty, tossed it onto the slowly accumulating pile of cans before grabbing another.
"What is, is, and all that." Sometimes Askani philsophy was comforting, and sometimes it was just depressing. Right now definitely fell on the 'depressing' side of the spectrum.
He grabbed a second can, and offered it to Raiden.
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"No, thanks."
He sat down next to Nate and looked at the pile of cans, making a mental note to clean them up later.
"...Fuck."
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Nate nodded, putting the can he'd offered Raiden back on the pile. This was something he tried not to make a habit of - which his metabolism, the line between 'drunk' and 'blood poisoning' tended to be a little thinner than it was for most people, and drunk psis tended to be fun for basically nobody involved. But sometimes, he needed something to take the edge off his thoughts and memories, and now was one of those times.
"Yeah, that about sums it up."
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"There's gotta be something we can do, though..."
His gaze shifted up to Nate.
"I... We... Just let everyone die. We have to do something. It can't just end like this."
He spoke with certainty now, not grief. He would do something. It was a vow.
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"No. We're still here, it's not done yet." Anger made his words and his mind clear for a moment, and then he settled back into the comforting haze of slight drunkenness.
"Right now, though..." He gestured at the unopened pile of beer. "This is what's standing between me and knocking some heads together."