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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"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."