And what're we supposed to do when the rest of 'em wake up? There's some bad people up there, and this frickin' planet ain't big enough for 'em all. We're gonna end up right back where we started eventually.
[Maybe. There's a good chance he won't live long enough for that- thank you, short life expectancy.]
[ What would happen when everyone was woken up from their pods? It was a strange thing to sweep across the multiverse, picking up stragglers along the way. ]
And when the Orbiters saved people from their worlds, how would they know who to save and who to leave behind if anyone?
[ The questions continue - and the more tired Steve gets, the less guarded he is about voicing his questions aloud. Because he's got a hell of a lot of questions and not enough answers and it's making him (rightfully) antsy. ]
Did you recognize any of them? The bad people you mentioned.
This Darma broad and her lackeys.... I dunno. She don't seem like the type to not try and give as many as she could a chance. I don't wanna say she couldn't handle it if they got a little crazy, since she saved us all, but my view of Celestials right now ain't great. It might not be her problem after that.
[he exhales, shaking his head. He's tired too, and apparently it makes him all... what? poetical?] No, but I know they're there.
[ Steve exhales, letting the pretense of him keeping it all together leave with it. It hadn't escaped his mind, the possibility - no, the knowledge - that when the Storm hit, the Orbiters would take the good with the bad. After all, who were they to judge someone's merit and worth, their histories and their crimes, and how would they know it all anyway? ]
Looks like things are only gonna get a little more complicated. Question is, what judgments are we allowed to pass in all of this? And what rules are Darma and the others going to extend over us?
[ There's no jury, no book of constitution, no rules, no regulations, nothing but the basic core instincts they've all been born with. Some people err on the side of altruism, but others? Not so much. Steve's seen enough of both in his time. War doesn't exactly follow the Laws of Constitution either. ]
[Rocket tilts his head sideways, ears flicking.] I think it ain't gonna be them bringing the hammer down on us in the end- it'll be these Olympians when we get where we're going. And if the training modules are anything to go by, they sound delightful.
[That's definitely sarcasm.] Personally, I'm kinda hoping to continue to be as wild and lawless and I damn well feel like it within reason.
[ Steve nods in agreement, not quite as pessimistic about meeting these new folks but not at all trusting of them either.
Whoever these people are, wherever they're going, it's pretty terrifying to have no choice but to trust them so blindly, hoping that they aren't going to their doom.
Steve's the kind of guy most would consider an eternal optimist, but the reality of it is that kind of optimism comes with a caveat. Steve's optimistic, sure, but he sure as hell isn't naive about it. ]
Can't say I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of rules and regulations they've got, where we're going. I've seen what bureaucracy and politics can do; by the end of it, it's damn near made it impossible to do my job back home.
It's been a real exciting couple of months. Wasn't really expecting to get the whole galaxy I'm supposed to be guarding to get eaten by a cosmic storm, though. Can't do much about that now, though.
Something might come of it though. [ Because coming to terms with Earth really, truly being nothing but a memory is something Steve can't contend with right now. Not without all of the information. ] None of us know a whole lot about this 'Storm'.
[ Steve's optimistic, sure, but he's not naive either. ]
Storms end. Once the dust has settled, the least we're owed is to see what's become of those worlds we came from. Not all of them can cease to exist, and even if they do, we won't know until we've seen it for ourselves.
[ He's not going to take the Orbiters' vague answers as the absolute truth. ]
At the very least, it's something worth looking into while we're here.
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[Maybe. There's a good chance he won't live long enough for that- thank you, short life expectancy.]
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[ What would happen when everyone was woken up from their pods? It was a strange thing to sweep across the multiverse, picking up stragglers along the way. ]
And when the Orbiters saved people from their worlds, how would they know who to save and who to leave behind if anyone?
[ The questions continue - and the more tired Steve gets, the less guarded he is about voicing his questions aloud. Because he's got a hell of a lot of questions and not enough answers and it's making him (rightfully) antsy. ]
Did you recognize any of them? The bad people you mentioned.
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[he exhales, shaking his head. He's tired too, and apparently it makes him all... what? poetical?] No, but I know they're there.
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[ Steve exhales, letting the pretense of him keeping it all together leave with it. It hadn't escaped his mind, the possibility - no, the knowledge - that when the Storm hit, the Orbiters would take the good with the bad. After all, who were they to judge someone's merit and worth, their histories and their crimes, and how would they know it all anyway? ]
Looks like things are only gonna get a little more complicated. Question is, what judgments are we allowed to pass in all of this? And what rules are Darma and the others going to extend over us?
[ There's no jury, no book of constitution, no rules, no regulations, nothing but the basic core instincts they've all been born with. Some people err on the side of altruism, but others? Not so much. Steve's seen enough of both in his time. War doesn't exactly follow the Laws of Constitution either. ]
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[That's definitely sarcasm.] Personally, I'm kinda hoping to continue to be as wild and lawless and I damn well feel like it within reason.
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Whoever these people are, wherever they're going, it's pretty terrifying to have no choice but to trust them so blindly, hoping that they aren't going to their doom.
Steve's the kind of guy most would consider an eternal optimist, but the reality of it is that kind of optimism comes with a caveat. Steve's optimistic, sure, but he sure as hell isn't naive about it. ]
Can't say I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of rules and regulations they've got, where we're going. I've seen what bureaucracy and politics can do; by the end of it, it's damn near made it impossible to do my job back home.
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[He is 100% serious. It works. He has done it.
All of once. But you know, galaxy-saving needs a few extra perks.]
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[ Rocket isn't at all what he seems, that's for sure. But Steve can't help but be just a little impressed. ]
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[ Steve shakes his head. ]
For now.
Something might come of it though. [ Because coming to terms with Earth really, truly being nothing but a memory is something Steve can't contend with right now. Not without all of the information. ] None of us know a whole lot about this 'Storm'.
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[Nice thought. Probably fake, but who is he to spit in the face of optimism?
Well, he could and he usually does, but, like, everybody's screwed right now. It's like kicking someone when they're down.]
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[ Steve's optimistic, sure, but he's not naive either. ]
Storms end. Once the dust has settled, the least we're owed is to see what's become of those worlds we came from. Not all of them can cease to exist, and even if they do, we won't know until we've seen it for ourselves.
[ He's not going to take the Orbiters' vague answers as the absolute truth. ]
At the very least, it's something worth looking into while we're here.