week 2

[airlockedmods]

[With the sudden pirate takeover and the sudden, tragic deaths of the crew, the second week of the Starfield Penitentiary rehabilitation project is off to a rough start. After Price's call for parlay with the pirate captain, he was not seen for the remainder of Saturday but around 10 pm it is his calm but tense voice that makes the time announcement.

Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[rickdiculous]

Infinite universes. Infinite timelines. Wasn't really a blip on my radar.

[goldrighthand]

[...definitely not his specialty. Still.]

Worth questioning?

[rickdiculous]

Maybe, if we get desperate. But the idea that someone - someone went through this before doesn't mean that...we should go boy who cried wolf.

[goldrighthand]

Hn. No, but she may know something useful. [And he'll let that drop, a hand resting on another photo. The one with the young girl.]

I still want to know who this is.

[rickdiculous]

H-his daughter? Maybe?

MODS?

[goldrighthand]

Perhaps. [he'll pick it up for a closer look. is there any sort of family resemblance?]

[airlockedmods]

[It's hard to tell. The little girl is caucasian and tow-headed, with her hair pulled to the sides in Wendy's pigtails. There's nothing that would disqualify her from being related, but there's no dead-certain sign that the connection is biological.]

thank u ♥

[goldrighthand]

[well, he tried. he sets it back down with a shrug]

I would have to see her mother to be certain. Even so, she could be adopted. But if Blaze has any sort of connection to her, still, we could use it.

[rickdiculous]

That - that depends on us getting to her first. Or figuring out for certain who the fuck...she is.

[goldrighthand]

We could ask.

[And he holds up a hand]

Not outright, before you say anything. But I am intending to try and speak with him personally, once I decide my approach. I've dealt with his kind before, it shouldn't be too difficult. [To be fair, it was as equals...]

[rickdiculous]

Hopefully the guy doesn't see through your - your talk. If you can make it happen, man, I-I've got....no objections.

[a pause.]

I, uh. I wanted to show you something, by - by the way.

[goldrighthand]

[Akande shrugs at that hope. Won't know until you try. As for the other...]

Yes?

1/2

[rickdiculous]

I thought about it, and I think that, y'know. I should...I should level with you. About why I was a-able to work on your arm so easily.

[He pauses, raising his finger to his face, before throwing in an aside.]

...Outside of being a fucking genius, mind you.

[With that said, Rick taps the side of his left eye.]

[rickdiculous]

[An orange lens slides into place over his pupil, covering the eye entirely. The other eye remains as it was, despite this.]

For the record. This is - mostly a...quality-of-life deal.

[goldrighthand]

[




huh.]

Is that your only one?

[rickdiculous]

Yeah. No. I also took care to - to protect my own organs. Especially my liver. All aug-[eergh]-mented.

[he gestures down at his arm.]

Same thing with my li-li-li...fuckin' fuckin' arms and legs. They weren't...in need of being replaced or anything. I just didn't like the feeling of [airquotes] "being old". So I decided to - to not feel like that anymore.

[goldrighthand]

[Well, that makes a huge amount of sense. He nods, looking over the limbs.]

I couldn't tell. Very good work. May I? [Pick up an arm, that is. No plans to try and break it but if Rick's ok with it he'll exert a bit of pressure to see if he can feel anything that doesn't feel like bone]

[rickdiculous]

Go for it, homeslice.

[While the exterior of his arm feels like flesh, or at least, something near-identical, Akande will be hard-pressed to find anything resembling bone. At this point, it seems like joints are mostly metallic.]

I used to have a weapons system attached to this - this baby. Full-fledged, like I went outta the fuckin way to line my epidermis with a nanofiber defense mesh. Mostly some shit under the hood that would...keep me going. Seems like that stuff hasn't been working right since we got here.

[goldrighthand]

[hot damn. he knew he liked you for a reason, Rick, that's pretty impressive. maybe there IS something to your attitude.]

But could you repair it, given better tools?

[rickdiculous]

Not with anything in this facility. Looks like they - they accounted for that.

[goldrighthand]

[C O N S I D E R S]

...let us. Pretend. You were able to obtain spare parts. Would you be able to fashion something?

This- [and he shrugs his shoulder] -is not my only upgrade. It was designed to interface with a powerful weapon, but I would be a fool to rely on it only.

[rickdiculous]

You know, in retrospect, that - that seems obvious.

[he considers it, for a moment.]

...It's a p-possibility.

[goldrighthand]

[and he smiles.]

Good. Perhaps I may obtain my proper title sooner than later, even without my gauntlet.

[rickdiculous]

...Proper title?

[goldrighthand]

I have only been called a 'Champion' when I have defeated an enemy in a ring. More commonly [and he raises his right arm, gripping a tight fist] they call me Doomfist.