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He's checking out his ledgers. He doesn't trust the accountants next door.
He had the picturesque Baby Boomer childhood, and it sickens him.
How does your muse feel about their childhood when they look back on it?
They still fly B-52s? I remember seeing them brand new at an air show when I was little⦠Hell I flew as an attaché in a few during the war.
"Tch... that damn dream again..."
In short: We are here to bring your primitive species into the fold, to purify you and perfect you from within.
What did it say?
As she focuses on the event, he picks up on her memories, certain senses that she mightβve overlooked in the moment. βHmm, not much to work with. Do you think returning to the scene might jog your memories?β
"Well... I was in a gala, I was dancing with many people... I... I drank some champagne. I remember leaving for my room and then falling asleep.. the next morning I was waking up by an assistant my boss sent and I had to change fast and out to a photoshoot.. "
His powers clue him in to her nervousness. "I don't think you dropped it. Focus on the moment, try to retrace your steps that night."
"Right after a gala. I could have dropped it but.." But she cares too much about that necklace to let it fall
"Interesting..." he holds the picture in the light of his desk lamp. "You're unsure... can you recall the moment it went missing?"
"Ah, it is fine. Please don't worry about it. I'm not picky" She smiled sweetly before letting out a small sigh. "I've lost something important to me... It was given to me by someone dear. But, I'm unsure whether it was stollen or not." She hums as she showed a picture
"Those damn news choppers... can't they just use a damn car?"
Heβs cleaning his pistol, the firearm carefully laid out in pieces. Heβs humming to himself.
They sent up stuff into orbit, we got people on the moon. We had just started sending things past mars when the xenos showed up.
Your civilisation, was it spacefaring?
Invading⦠NASA and some others picked them up earlier in the decade with the Pioneer missions then on telescope. First started harassing our skies in early summer of seventy-nine.
A UFO? Hm. What were they doing that prompted the need to take them out?
As you can see Iβve been taking it well. Iβd ask for a drink but booze hasnβt affected me since I got gassed clearing a UFO in β79.
I can tell.
Doesnβt ring a bell, but when youβre taking watch, and you know all of your guys are asleepβ¦ you hear a twig? Shoot first and hope it wasnβt reinforcementsβ¦ I would know, Iβve been on both sides.
Youβre familiar with Bharians then?
Heβs cleaning his pistol, the firearm carefully laid out in pieces. Heβs humming to himself.
No one does when you do things you canβt legally talk about. They just drill your mind to the point where you just have to do it:
trauma would mean that i don't like what i do.
Humming to himself as he photographs a crime scene, moving quick as to avoid the police.
"I'm not sure... I went from being a soldier to being a P.I... but that's not a peaceful job." He gestures over to a locked filing cabinet. "Hundreds of pictures of corpses and crime scenes... At this point it's all just sort of numb."
There wasn't very much he could say to refute that. From what he remembers being taught of it, there were a number of atrocities that occured. "Unfortunately there's not much that can be done about that now." He pauses, lowering the can down and setting it down. β
"No I know. I fought against an alien invasion... but what I did in Vietnam? Inexcusable." He shakes his head. "I've come to realize just how pointless it all was... all that fighting, the napalm, subversive tactics..." He sets his can down. "I did terrible things for nothing. If I wasn't ~
The Spartan sat and listened, it seemed clear to him that the other felt some level of guilt for his actions. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes you have to use extreme methods to get the job done." He shifted a bit in his seat, sipping more of the soda before he continued. β
And here I thought I handled my war trauma poorly...
THERE'S AN AXOLOTL AT THE DIVE BAR. A DRUNKEN AXOLOTL SHOULDN'T DRIVE CARS. YOU SHOULD TELL THE AXOLOTL, PLEASE DON'T COME BACK TOMORROW, WE'RE GONNA BREATHALYZE YOU THAN YOUR WIFE AND KIDS ARE GONE βΌοΈ
He nods as he hears the Gammaβs story. βGraduated from basic in β64, shipped out in β65. As you can imagine, it was a rough time. Eventually I was good enough that I was transferred to MACV-SOGβ¦ special forces. Iβm not proud of my time thereβ¦ assassination, sabotage, bombingβ¦ anything to get a ~
"So you've had a pretty interesting career. The tail end of the 20th century, still talked about even in the 26th." A slight smile formed on his face, the scarred skin moving taut and rigidly. "I graduated my training in 2551, sent out a number in times behind enemy lines to cripple β