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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6514432" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>Juno saluted and departed the briefing the moment she was dismissed. </p><p></p><p>She downplayed the so-called 'demon effect,' at least as far as herself was concerned. Unlike some of the others, there hadn't been any strange powers manifesting. Not where people could see. </p><p></p><p>But she knew differently. She could feel the Ark in her head, somehow. It was like a memory, kind of. Even now, walking through the corridors, she knew what was on the deck above and below. Where the doors were, and which required what sort of authorization to use. She heard footsteps around the corner ahead and immediately understood that they were being made by a man and a woman, even before they turned into view. It wasn't that she hadn't known the ship backwards and forwards before...all that time doing patrols did that to a person...but this went past simple familiarity. It was the kind of intimate, instinctive harmony with a place that normally took a lifetime to develop.</p><p></p><p>Juno was the last person to want weird alien powers...but this felt different. It wasn't threatening. It wasn't even superhuman, in the sense that it was beyond human potential. Was that equivocating? She wasn't sure, and it bothered her.</p><p></p><p>And what other changes might be coming? What if it didn't stop with this?</p><p></p><p>She didn't go to her quarters...there was nothing there she needed. Instead she went down a deck and headed for the armory...but paused when she was passing the third elevator shaft. Without thinking Juno knew it led to residence blocs, starboard engineering, and the brig. Huh. Without quite processing why, she called the car and took it down to the brig.</p><p></p><p>There weren't many residents, and the ones there were mostly guilty of drinking too much, fighting too much, or, more likely, both at once. There was only one long-term inhabitant, down at the far end. That was the cell Juno went to. Inside, Demon sat on her cot, with some of the books she'd been given opened around her. The red-skinned almost-woman looked up at the door when she heard Juno's steps outside.</p><p></p><p>At least she'd started wearing clothes, at Juno's insistence. Baby steps, right?</p><p></p><p>"We found another ship," Juno said to the alien. "Do you know anything about that?" Demon didn't reply. There was no one to translate, but Juno suspected she understood more than she let on. "Another ship like this one."</p><p></p><p>Demon stared. "Likeah thisa won," she said, not appearing to understand.</p><p></p><p>"It's dead in space," Juno tried again, even though she knew it was fruitless. "Does it have something like you in it?"</p><p></p><p><em>Could you have done that to us? Could you still?</em></p><p></p><p>"Dedinspace," said the Demon, mangling the words into syllables of a single word. "Someting. Likeah you."</p><p></p><p>Juno closed her eyes for a moment. What had she expected? "Right. As you were."</p><p></p><p>From the brig she took a brief sojourn at the ladies room and went to get her gear. Normally for something like this, where quarters were close and speed wasn't a big deal, she'd want the inserts on her tactical vest...but when she tried it on it just felt too heavy. She wanted to stay light on her feet, maybe take point recon for the squad. Yeah. For weapons she picked out one of the combat shotguns...good for corridor-to-corridor fighting...and a large-caliber pistol she could load with penetrator rounds in case they came up against something too tough for the shottie to crack.</p><p></p><p>All that equipment didn't shake the growing sense of dread settling over her though. The Arks were far from defenseless. Finding a derelict one out in deep space...it felt bad. She didn't need weird alien instincts to tell her that, but it sure didn't help that they were.</p><p></p><p>She got to debarkation behind Babington, but just ahead of the rest of the team, and gave him a nod.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 6514432, member: 4936"] Juno saluted and departed the briefing the moment she was dismissed. She downplayed the so-called 'demon effect,' at least as far as herself was concerned. Unlike some of the others, there hadn't been any strange powers manifesting. Not where people could see. But she knew differently. She could feel the Ark in her head, somehow. It was like a memory, kind of. Even now, walking through the corridors, she knew what was on the deck above and below. Where the doors were, and which required what sort of authorization to use. She heard footsteps around the corner ahead and immediately understood that they were being made by a man and a woman, even before they turned into view. It wasn't that she hadn't known the ship backwards and forwards before...all that time doing patrols did that to a person...but this went past simple familiarity. It was the kind of intimate, instinctive harmony with a place that normally took a lifetime to develop. Juno was the last person to want weird alien powers...but this felt different. It wasn't threatening. It wasn't even superhuman, in the sense that it was beyond human potential. Was that equivocating? She wasn't sure, and it bothered her. And what other changes might be coming? What if it didn't stop with this? She didn't go to her quarters...there was nothing there she needed. Instead she went down a deck and headed for the armory...but paused when she was passing the third elevator shaft. Without thinking Juno knew it led to residence blocs, starboard engineering, and the brig. Huh. Without quite processing why, she called the car and took it down to the brig. There weren't many residents, and the ones there were mostly guilty of drinking too much, fighting too much, or, more likely, both at once. There was only one long-term inhabitant, down at the far end. That was the cell Juno went to. Inside, Demon sat on her cot, with some of the books she'd been given opened around her. The red-skinned almost-woman looked up at the door when she heard Juno's steps outside. At least she'd started wearing clothes, at Juno's insistence. Baby steps, right? "We found another ship," Juno said to the alien. "Do you know anything about that?" Demon didn't reply. There was no one to translate, but Juno suspected she understood more than she let on. "Another ship like this one." Demon stared. "Likeah thisa won," she said, not appearing to understand. "It's dead in space," Juno tried again, even though she knew it was fruitless. "Does it have something like you in it?" [i]Could you have done that to us? Could you still?[/i] "Dedinspace," said the Demon, mangling the words into syllables of a single word. "Someting. Likeah you." Juno closed her eyes for a moment. What had she expected? "Right. As you were." From the brig she took a brief sojourn at the ladies room and went to get her gear. Normally for something like this, where quarters were close and speed wasn't a big deal, she'd want the inserts on her tactical vest...but when she tried it on it just felt too heavy. She wanted to stay light on her feet, maybe take point recon for the squad. Yeah. For weapons she picked out one of the combat shotguns...good for corridor-to-corridor fighting...and a large-caliber pistol she could load with penetrator rounds in case they came up against something too tough for the shottie to crack. All that equipment didn't shake the growing sense of dread settling over her though. The Arks were far from defenseless. Finding a derelict one out in deep space...it felt bad. She didn't need weird alien instincts to tell her that, but it sure didn't help that they were. She got to debarkation behind Babington, but just ahead of the rest of the team, and gave him a nod. [/QUOTE]
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