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[ It starts with a voicemail message that doesn't get a reply.
"This is Lieutenant Ortega speaking. I'm your new warden, and I'm looking forward to working with you. Let me know when you want to meet."
And then another, some hours later.
"Trevor, Lieutenant Ortega. We need to go over some things. Respond as soon as you have a chance."
And another.
"Pick up your fucking device, Trevor. You know why."
And then she goes to find him. It takes about a day and a half for her to give up on the device - inmates here are treated like they're going to a day spa, even in this time of restriction, and she can't entirely blame him if he's in the middle of something. But after 30 hours of absolute silence, she decides there's no excuse.
So she uses her ONI to find him, one eye glowing an eerie blue-silver as she makes her way through the ship. She's a small woman, hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in trousers, a blue shirt, and a blazer. The unnatural light in her iris disappeares when she finds him. ]
Trevor Belmont?
[ She doesn't sound happy. ]
"This is Lieutenant Ortega speaking. I'm your new warden, and I'm looking forward to working with you. Let me know when you want to meet."
And then another, some hours later.
"Trevor, Lieutenant Ortega. We need to go over some things. Respond as soon as you have a chance."
And another.
"Pick up your fucking device, Trevor. You know why."
And then she goes to find him. It takes about a day and a half for her to give up on the device - inmates here are treated like they're going to a day spa, even in this time of restriction, and she can't entirely blame him if he's in the middle of something. But after 30 hours of absolute silence, she decides there's no excuse.
So she uses her ONI to find him, one eye glowing an eerie blue-silver as she makes her way through the ship. She's a small woman, hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in trousers, a blue shirt, and a blazer. The unnatural light in her iris disappeares when she finds him. ]
Trevor Belmont?
[ She doesn't sound happy. ]
[Christ. Here we go again, he thinks. More night creatures or warlocks or vampires here to come and threaten him into submission, like he didn't already know that he's outnumbered a hundred to one on this stupid hellship.
Trevor is midway through a morning meal in the cafeteria, which even with rationing going on is still far more pleasant than it has any right to be. Kristin rocks up to him and he puts on an air of polite bullshit, and gives her a slow side-eye.
From the future, obviously. Maybe a commander or someone used to being in control, from the voice and the stature. Probably human, but who knows with this ship?]
You got me. Who're you?
Trevor is midway through a morning meal in the cafeteria, which even with rationing going on is still far more pleasant than it has any right to be. Kristin rocks up to him and he puts on an air of polite bullshit, and gives her a slow side-eye.
From the future, obviously. Maybe a commander or someone used to being in control, from the voice and the stature. Probably human, but who knows with this ship?]
You got me. Who're you?
Lieutenant Ortega.
[ Kristin puts both hands flat on the table, not quite a slam but close, and looms. (Maybe looms. It works at home, anyway - she's short, but he's sitting, and a take-no-shit presence does a lot to make up for her size. But it might work better in the far-flung future.) ]
You know, your fucking warden.
[ Kristin puts both hands flat on the table, not quite a slam but close, and looms. (Maybe looms. It works at home, anyway - she's short, but he's sitting, and a take-no-shit presence does a lot to make up for her size. But it might work better in the far-flung future.) ]
You know, your fucking warden.
[Trevor’s had to stare down an insane Dracula. He’s a tough person to intimidate but he also doesn’t look like he wants to fight. He slowly chews the rest of his food, watchful, as he considers Kristin in front of him]
Didn’t know I had a warden.
Didn’t know I had a warden.
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[Trevor takes that as a sign that he should take another drink. It's eleven am and he's having ale with breakfast]
Must've missed it. What d'you want?
Must've missed it. What d'you want?
After a talk with Lark, Zack heads off to find Trevor. He hasn't even met the man yet, and he's already a pain in the ass.
It takes a bit, but eventually he does track Trevor down.
"Trevor Belmont?"
It takes a bit, but eventually he does track Trevor down.
"Trevor Belmont?"
Trevor is...asleep.
He naps most days because that's what he did when he had no purpose in life, and it's fun to take trips down nostalgic pathways. He's in the library in a reading corner, one leg flung over the other on an armchair, curled up into his cloak.
"Mmph." Comes the acknowledging grunt. He cracks open an eye, staring wearily at the stranger.
Who he now realizes is familiar in an odd sort of way.
"I know you. Don't I?"
He naps most days because that's what he did when he had no purpose in life, and it's fun to take trips down nostalgic pathways. He's in the library in a reading corner, one leg flung over the other on an armchair, curled up into his cloak.
"Mmph." Comes the acknowledging grunt. He cracks open an eye, staring wearily at the stranger.
Who he now realizes is familiar in an odd sort of way.
"I know you. Don't I?"
Zack doesn't look impressed. He keeps his tone neutral, though.
"Small ship. I'm Zack."
They've seen each other before, in passing at least.
"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me."
"Small ship. I'm Zack."
They've seen each other before, in passing at least.
"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me."
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He nods a little. Right - Zack Fair. Saw a picture of him on someone's communicator. Brain's a little fuzzy but he can't remember who.
But he does hear the tone in Zack's voice, indicating someone not happy with him. Trevor's gotten rather attuned to hearing that over the last decade or so. He sits up, grimacing and leans over his knees. Fuck, he's not drunk enough (or sober enough) for this. The words take a beat to register.
"Come with you where?"
But he does hear the tone in Zack's voice, indicating someone not happy with him. Trevor's gotten rather attuned to hearing that over the last decade or so. He sits up, grimacing and leans over his knees. Fuck, he's not drunk enough (or sober enough) for this. The words take a beat to register.
"Come with you where?"
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Zack isn’t happy with him, but he does try to be professional, at least.
“To Zero.”
He lets that sink in for a second since it doesn’t look like he’s fully awake.
“There’s been several other reports of you attacking people both before and during the port. Since that’s the case, I think it’s best for everyone right now if you spend a little time down there.”
“To Zero.”
He lets that sink in for a second since it doesn’t look like he’s fully awake.
“There’s been several other reports of you attacking people both before and during the port. Since that’s the case, I think it’s best for everyone right now if you spend a little time down there.”
"Sounds about right." He says, to the reports of him attacking people. All right, it's fight time. Time to get up. Once...twice, there we go. He's standing. Good job, Trevor.
He blinks back at Zack, without much comprehension.
"Remind me what Zero is again."
He blinks back at Zack, without much comprehension.
"Remind me what Zero is again."
Well, at least he admits it.
Zack simply watches him with calm expectation.
“The cell block area.”
Zack simply watches him with calm expectation.
“The cell block area.”
Another nod. Okay. Prison within a prison. He's aware that some wardens have magic powers and thus might be capable of freezing him - like that fucking Shen Wei - so he's clearly debating whether Zack's one of them.
"So let me be sure I understand this. You think I attacked people. So you come down here, wake me up, and want me to follow you to some cell to be locked up. Am I getting that right?"
"So let me be sure I understand this. You think I attacked people. So you come down here, wake me up, and want me to follow you to some cell to be locked up. Am I getting that right?"
Zack looks like a regular human. A fit one who’s seen some action, if the scar on his cheek is any indication. The only tell that he might be different is that fact that his blue eyes are too bright to be natural.
“Well, apart from the fact that you just admitted to it, yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
“Well, apart from the fact that you just admitted to it, yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
Christ. He really didn't want to get into a fight so soon after waking up, but here we are. God forbid Trevor ever actually communicate in anything but sarcastic grunts and comments.
"All right. Just so we're clear on the rules."
He takes off his cloak to drop it on the chair. And in the process reveals a veritable shit ton of illegal weaponry. Six throwing knives decorate his vest: there's a whip at his side. The swords he lost in port but the fact that he got this much past security might be a little worrying.
Trevor's arms are still bandaged from the fight that ended in his death but one is almost nearly healed; the other still has a mostly-healed fracture but he'd rather not fuck up that bone.
He cracks his neck, and lets his body loosen, rocking from one boot to the next to get into a fighting stance, and gives a tired (but weirdly, somewhat excited) smile. He missed non-kill fighting. Sorry in advance for the library, Jon, he'll try to keep the destruction to a minimum.
The next thing he's doing is winging two of those knives at Zack's hands, running to the side as soon as he's thrown them. Never be a standing target when you can be a moving one.
"All right. Just so we're clear on the rules."
He takes off his cloak to drop it on the chair. And in the process reveals a veritable shit ton of illegal weaponry. Six throwing knives decorate his vest: there's a whip at his side. The swords he lost in port but the fact that he got this much past security might be a little worrying.
Trevor's arms are still bandaged from the fight that ended in his death but one is almost nearly healed; the other still has a mostly-healed fracture but he'd rather not fuck up that bone.
He cracks his neck, and lets his body loosen, rocking from one boot to the next to get into a fighting stance, and gives a tired (but weirdly, somewhat excited) smile. He missed non-kill fighting. Sorry in advance for the library, Jon, he'll try to keep the destruction to a minimum.
The next thing he's doing is winging two of those knives at Zack's hands, running to the side as soon as he's thrown them. Never be a standing target when you can be a moving one.
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Well. That's a whole lot of weapons he's going to have to confiscate, isn't it?
Zack, of course, is ready. He doesn't get into a fighting stance, but when the knives come hurtling towards him, Zack dodges them with beyond human speed. He doesn't need magic for this -- or at least, he's not planning on using it.
His movements fluid, quick, and efficient, he's after Trevor in a fraction of a second. Using his speed, he'll aim to close the gap rapidly so he can throw a punch at the man's face. He'd rather end this quickly than drag it out.
Zack, of course, is ready. He doesn't get into a fighting stance, but when the knives come hurtling towards him, Zack dodges them with beyond human speed. He doesn't need magic for this -- or at least, he's not planning on using it.
His movements fluid, quick, and efficient, he's after Trevor in a fraction of a second. Using his speed, he'll aim to close the gap rapidly so he can throw a punch at the man's face. He'd rather end this quickly than drag it out.
Oh, here we go. Excitement thrums in Trevor's blood when he sees Zack take off after him at superhuman speeds. He measures where the punch is going to be, and dodges, twisting midway to keep an eye on Zack at all times. He might not have strength on his side, but he's had to dodge inhuman monster strikes plenty of times or risk being bodied in one or two hits. He was literally born for this.
"Been a while!" He exclaims, and uses the whip at his side to latch onto a bookshelf behind them, pulling it sharply down so Zack can either go after him or have a ton of books dropped on his head.
"Been a while!" He exclaims, and uses the whip at his side to latch onto a bookshelf behind them, pulling it sharply down so Zack can either go after him or have a ton of books dropped on his head.
Damn, the poor books. Jon's going to have a coronary when he sees this mess.
Zack darts away from the falling bookshelf, and when he circles back around to attack Trevor, this time he feints. It looks like he's angling to punch him again, but he drops down at the last second to slam into his legs.
Maybe if he was here for something other than business, he'd banter back -- but he has a job to do.
Zack darts away from the falling bookshelf, and when he circles back around to attack Trevor, this time he feints. It looks like he's angling to punch him again, but he drops down at the last second to slam into his legs.
Maybe if he was here for something other than business, he'd banter back -- but he has a job to do.
Shit, sorry Jon. Even Trevor winces when the books come crashing down around them.
He darts back opposite Zack, exhaling, and waiting for the next attack. He makes to dodge, butis knocked down when the feint catches him off guard.
And inexplicably he's delighted to find this out. Zack is a smart fighter.
He takes the fall like a champion and rolls with it, using his environment to his full advantage. Books are winged at Zack's head, one after the other as Trevor scrambles to his feet. He spies the bookcase leaning partially against its brother and runs up it to the next. Time to lead a merry little chase.
He darts back opposite Zack, exhaling, and waiting for the next attack. He makes to dodge, butis knocked down when the feint catches him off guard.
And inexplicably he's delighted to find this out. Zack is a smart fighter.
He takes the fall like a champion and rolls with it, using his environment to his full advantage. Books are winged at Zack's head, one after the other as Trevor scrambles to his feet. He spies the bookcase leaning partially against its brother and runs up it to the next. Time to lead a merry little chase.
Throwing books…good grief.
Zack dodges them all, a brief flicker of annoyance on his face. If this keeps up, the entire library is going to be trashed. Jon doesn’t need that kind of headache so when Trevor runs up onto a bookshelf, Zack refuses to follow him.
He’s not going to play this game.
Zack dodges them all, a brief flicker of annoyance on his face. If this keeps up, the entire library is going to be trashed. Jon doesn’t need that kind of headache so when Trevor runs up onto a bookshelf, Zack refuses to follow him.
He’s not going to play this game.
Trevor also feels a bit bad, but if it's between wrecking a few books and staying away from Zack's hits, he knows his choice.
He ends up standing on a bookcase, before realizing he doesn't hear footsteps behind him. Trevor turns back around - can Zack teleport? - only to find that he's still on the ground and staring at him.
He stares back, and after an awkward beat, calls down:
"This is usually the part where you would come up after me. But if you're scared of heights, I understand if you want to call this a draw."
He ends up standing on a bookcase, before realizing he doesn't hear footsteps behind him. Trevor turns back around - can Zack teleport? - only to find that he's still on the ground and staring at him.
He stares back, and after an awkward beat, calls down:
"This is usually the part where you would come up after me. But if you're scared of heights, I understand if you want to call this a draw."
Zack rolls his eyes.
“What and encourage more destruction of the library?”
Jon has enough bullshit on his plate. He doesn’t need this.
“I’ll make you a deal. We stop fighting now and walk to the Enclosure. No funny business or fighting on the way. After we get there and program the settings, we settle this. Sound fair?”
“What and encourage more destruction of the library?”
Jon has enough bullshit on his plate. He doesn’t need this.
“I’ll make you a deal. We stop fighting now and walk to the Enclosure. No funny business or fighting on the way. After we get there and program the settings, we settle this. Sound fair?”
He considers this, surprised. Trevor doesn't want to cause more trouble to Jon either. It doesn't take him long to decide.
"Fine." He says, short and sweet. "I'm coming down. Don't punch me when my back's turned."
Trevor makes it down to the ground and before he starts walking out of the library, holds up his hands to Zack.
"Hang on. Can we..."
He gestures to the bookcase he knocked over. They might not have time to right the books but the case is heavy; the two of them can push it back in place before they go.
"Fine." He says, short and sweet. "I'm coming down. Don't punch me when my back's turned."
Trevor makes it down to the ground and before he starts walking out of the library, holds up his hands to Zack.
"Hang on. Can we..."
He gestures to the bookcase he knocked over. They might not have time to right the books but the case is heavy; the two of them can push it back in place before they go.
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