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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kookalouris" data-source="post: 5352392" data-attributes="member: 23872">(OOC:  Here I go...  What color do you want Syke's words to be in?  And how do we do sent thoughts?  A really brief post as I dip Syke's toe in the water...)Skye tries to make himself as unnoticed as possible.  His corney Cornie accent identifies him as a mudhugger, someone who spent the greater part of his youth in one place, probably a planet (OOC: I would imagine that any accent would mark you as a provinicial as starfaring folk most likely have a single accent from blending over the millennia).He speaks as little as possible.  Fortunately, his clothes are non-descript and he has taken pains to make his features as bland as possible.He scans nearby displays and people looking for another way to another system, staying one place too long he might slip, he might...As his head turns, Syke notices the Zhodani ship and its memorable crew.  He has miscalculated, his route in this unfamiliar starport was meant to avoid this ship and crew.The shock and surprise of the sudden realization forced several unwanted thoughts to Syke's consciousness all at once.First, they were probably working with the Zhodani, if not actually some of those filthy mind-rapists.  The war, his dead siblings, the deathscream that awoke him; all those flashbacks flooded in.Skye tried to use his pitiful training, to redirect his thoughts.  The first escape his adolescent male brain took was to notice just how beautiful and desirable the two women were, Zhodani or otherwise.And, finally, the terrible and shameful realization that his most hated enemies might be the only people who understood, who knew what it meant to be awakened.These thoughts, hatred, attraction, doubt and then self-hatred cycled in Skye's mind, too much for just one mind to bear...He realized he was about to send all those thoughts outward.  In desparation, Skye reached down to his duffle bag and pressed a button through the fabric.  The battered psi helmet within was never meant to inhibit someone next to it but maybe Syke's modifications would do something to stop the sending...(OOC:  It's up to y'all.  Does the entire starport get a psychic shoutout, or just the trained Zhodani?  If no one does, I'll try and find another hook for the reluctant Syke to hook up with the crew...)</blockquote>

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