I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[all7seas]

"You, love of my life, are not going without me. I'll do all the buggered good things later."

[herotypical]

"Jack. You don't understand."

Pike understood. In Vegas. And that's why he-- "If you go..."

[all7seas]

"If I go, I can be your luck."

And a great distraction for the General if things went sour. A perfect, annoying target.

[herotypical]

She hauled back on his shoulder -- forcefully twisting him to face her. Holding him there.

"If you go, you'll get me killed."

Pike said it, once. And years later, Buffy had repeated the sentiment to Joyce.

[all7seas]

The pirate swallowed, hard. He saw it. He wasn't blind to it. She would never run. Never ever. Maybe he had just needed to hear it.

"You're not dying for me," he said harshly. Not for his secondhand soul, she wasn't.

[herotypical]

"You don't get to choose..." what I die for. "Look. It's simple math. Me, you, and the General. I can't kill the last while also looking after the first two."

If Jack was in play? She would have to put more effort into preserving herself just to preserve him. It wouldn't even be a conscious decision -- guts would lead her there. But if she were alone...

"Please. Don't make me hit you. I really, really don't want to hit you. You really don't want me to hit you. Being hit by me isn't a pleasant experience."

[all7seas]

"I know that already," Jack snapped. "Remember?"

[herotypical]

"Of course I remember," she spat in return. "God, I remember it so often I..."

Guilt. Darkness. All of it, fighting to climb up her throat. In a relationship where she felt unprecedentedly okay with what or who she was and with what she occasionally needed to be, she still did not like recalling the feel of his jaw under her knuckles.

"I don't want to hurt you. Not again." Other words, now. Ones she'd said to Willow, once upon a time. "Doesn't mean that I won't. So go back. Let me take care of this."

[all7seas]

She'd said it, once: at least he wouldn't run. Speaking of Spike, she was. Jack's strategy, usually, was centered on running. It had taken very serious threats against his way of life to convince him not to after returning from death. Elizabeth had been persuasive.

As he turned away, Jack didn't bother telling Buffy that there could be things in the near future that would hurt far, far worse than her knuckles, and that right now they seemed inevitable.

"Take care of it."

[herotypical]

There were a hundred million options open to her and each spidered out from her fingertips. Possibilities. She could chase him and they could find an abandoned corner of a building and avoid every last scrap of the fighting. Or she could fight elsewhere. Or -- Heaven forfend -- she could allow him to fight with her. But none of those possibilities appeared possible to Buffy Summers.

Brusquely, she fumbled with the locket. She clumsily worked its clasp and secured its chain around her neck. It wasn't simply her life, now. It was more than that. It was a future.

"I'll see you on the other side," she said. Voice raised. What she ought to do is pull him back and beg him for a good luck kiss. A hug. Anything. But she was scared that any amount of tenderness -- Jack's gentleness -- would undo her as it always did and ruin every notion of what she was supposed to do.

And so the Slayer turned away as well.

[all7seas]

"Luck to you, love. Annie."