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thepanicship2016-04-25 10:36 pm
zetahatsudo) wrote in thepanicship2016-04-25 10:36 pm
Let's kick off the show, shall we?
WHO: Kamille Bidan and anyone else fresh out the lightshow
WHERE: S.S. Panic, by the giant robot
WHEN: When everyone first arrives
WHAT: Kamille does not know how to deal
WARNINGS: Mentions of UC Gundam, home to death and PTSD.
[New Arrivals]
Kamille wondered if he had actually died with Scirocco, or was finally suffering the psychotic break down he suspected he'd have after finally finishing the fight.
Starting with an initial moment of disorientation from bright white light, the young pilot found himself helped out of his Mobile Suit by creatures that could only be described as alien, into a enclosed space he knew he wasn't in five minutes ago, had his broken helmet torn off his pilot suit, a fish shoved into his ear, and finally got handed a towel and some sort of tablet device.
It was at this point that Kamille had gathered his wits enough to ask the question burning in his mind, not even carrying that they may not understand him: "W-wait, what's going on? Where am I?"
One of the aliens, much to his surprise, was able to give him an answer. "You're on the S.S. Panic," it told him as it handed him a stack of papers. "We recovered you and your robot before you were caught in the explosion."
This threw Kamille for a loop. "S.S. Panic...? Hold on, why were you in the vicinity of a warzone? Didn't you see the Colony Laser fire?" A beam that big could have been seen from the surface of Earth, in the black of space it would have been impossible to miss. "And I appreciate the recovery, but I was well clear of that ship's explosion."
The aliens took a moment to confer with one another at this. Kamille couldn't tell what they were saying, but something told him he would dread the answer...
Do you approach him while he watches the creatures talk?
[Customs]
"What the hell are you saying!?"
He knew he wouldn't like the answer. Even going out of his way to requisition the proper forms to find out the truth behind what happened to his home and comrades, he knew he wouldn't like the answer. Being told your entire world and its encompassing colonies were destroyed was one thing, but this!?
"Look, sir, I'm supposed to be doing my job. You asked about the fate of your world, I told you. Can you please move now? You're holding up my line."
It was supposed to be meaningful. All the fighting, everyone’s deaths and sacrifices, it was supposed to amount to… to something! They destroyed the Titans! Lt. Quattro bought him the time needed to fight and kill Scirocco! He saw the Jupitris and its entire payload He-3 destroy itself! There was supposed to be closure, an end to the senseless killing!
“And you’re telling me, while ALL that was happening, some idiot bought the rights to the planet, THE PLANET, and destroyed it to make room for a giant superweapon!? From the other side of the moon!?”
Needless to say, to have all of his hard work invalidated made the boy a bit ‘tense’.
“Sir, you’re holding up the line-“
The alien manning the customs booth was grabbed by its folds by the irate Newtype, saved from further manhandling by the bars separating the two, though it found itself pulled painfully close to the boy.
“TO HELL WITH YOUR LINE! I JUST FINISHED FIGHTING A WAR WITH CASUALTIES IN THE MILLIONS, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT MY WORLD IS GONE BECAUSE SOME PINHEAD WANTS TO SNIPE A POLITCAL RIVAL WITH TACTICAL METEOR WARHEADS! I WANT ANSWERS!”
“S-Sir, you’re holding up the line-“
“What did I just say to you-!”
Stopping himself, the boy let go of the creature, sighing as a wave of disgust, anger, and self-loathing washed over him. “You’re not worth it.” Billions of lives, thousands of years of history, all of it gone. Not to mention Fa and Quattro. “No, you’re definitely not worth it.” Walking away, he took a seat away from the desk, wondering why the hell did he live when so many others did not, biting at his thumb as he contemplated everything he had done up to that point, and asking himself if any of it was worth it now.
“What a waste…”
Before, he seemed full of vim and fire, but now, sitting at that bench, Kamille just felt burnt out.
Do you approach?
WHERE: S.S. Panic, by the giant robot
WHEN: When everyone first arrives
WHAT: Kamille does not know how to deal
WARNINGS: Mentions of UC Gundam, home to death and PTSD.
[New Arrivals]
Kamille wondered if he had actually died with Scirocco, or was finally suffering the psychotic break down he suspected he'd have after finally finishing the fight.
Starting with an initial moment of disorientation from bright white light, the young pilot found himself helped out of his Mobile Suit by creatures that could only be described as alien, into a enclosed space he knew he wasn't in five minutes ago, had his broken helmet torn off his pilot suit, a fish shoved into his ear, and finally got handed a towel and some sort of tablet device.
It was at this point that Kamille had gathered his wits enough to ask the question burning in his mind, not even carrying that they may not understand him: "W-wait, what's going on? Where am I?"
One of the aliens, much to his surprise, was able to give him an answer. "You're on the S.S. Panic," it told him as it handed him a stack of papers. "We recovered you and your robot before you were caught in the explosion."
This threw Kamille for a loop. "S.S. Panic...? Hold on, why were you in the vicinity of a warzone? Didn't you see the Colony Laser fire?" A beam that big could have been seen from the surface of Earth, in the black of space it would have been impossible to miss. "And I appreciate the recovery, but I was well clear of that ship's explosion."
The aliens took a moment to confer with one another at this. Kamille couldn't tell what they were saying, but something told him he would dread the answer...
Do you approach him while he watches the creatures talk?
[Customs]
"What the hell are you saying!?"
He knew he wouldn't like the answer. Even going out of his way to requisition the proper forms to find out the truth behind what happened to his home and comrades, he knew he wouldn't like the answer. Being told your entire world and its encompassing colonies were destroyed was one thing, but this!?
"Look, sir, I'm supposed to be doing my job. You asked about the fate of your world, I told you. Can you please move now? You're holding up my line."
It was supposed to be meaningful. All the fighting, everyone’s deaths and sacrifices, it was supposed to amount to… to something! They destroyed the Titans! Lt. Quattro bought him the time needed to fight and kill Scirocco! He saw the Jupitris and its entire payload He-3 destroy itself! There was supposed to be closure, an end to the senseless killing!
“And you’re telling me, while ALL that was happening, some idiot bought the rights to the planet, THE PLANET, and destroyed it to make room for a giant superweapon!? From the other side of the moon!?”
Needless to say, to have all of his hard work invalidated made the boy a bit ‘tense’.
“Sir, you’re holding up the line-“
The alien manning the customs booth was grabbed by its folds by the irate Newtype, saved from further manhandling by the bars separating the two, though it found itself pulled painfully close to the boy.
“TO HELL WITH YOUR LINE! I JUST FINISHED FIGHTING A WAR WITH CASUALTIES IN THE MILLIONS, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT MY WORLD IS GONE BECAUSE SOME PINHEAD WANTS TO SNIPE A POLITCAL RIVAL WITH TACTICAL METEOR WARHEADS! I WANT ANSWERS!”
“S-Sir, you’re holding up the line-“
“What did I just say to you-!”
Stopping himself, the boy let go of the creature, sighing as a wave of disgust, anger, and self-loathing washed over him. “You’re not worth it.” Billions of lives, thousands of years of history, all of it gone. Not to mention Fa and Quattro. “No, you’re definitely not worth it.” Walking away, he took a seat away from the desk, wondering why the hell did he live when so many others did not, biting at his thumb as he contemplated everything he had done up to that point, and asking himself if any of it was worth it now.
“What a waste…”
Before, he seemed full of vim and fire, but now, sitting at that bench, Kamille just felt burnt out.
Do you approach?