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

[herotypical]

At first, she tried to cough. Big, violent coughs. But she soon learned that those hurt a lot and so she instead curled up under the standard-issue infirmary blanket and groaned. Buffy felt like she was coming apart at her seams. Losing her stitches and all her stuffing was tumbling out. Floating into space. The mental image wasn't pretty and she banished it as quickly as it arrived.

She croaked a word or two but her throat was so bruised -- dark finger-shaped smudges were spread across her neck. Fearing the lights above, she hadn't yet opened her eyes.

[all7seas]

"Buffy?" Jack touched her back, very close to her wings. He was afraid to touch those; he didn't know what the General had done to them. "You alright? Should I call someone? 'M calling someone. Katara. Anyone."

[herotypical]

A rough sound in the back of her mouth might have almost been something close to his name. And Buffy found that she didn't want to be touched, so she shuffled painfully away from his hand. She didn't want anyone to be called, either. She just wanted to sleep some more but it was hard to sleep when everything hurt.

A pause. A hard swallow. "W-water?"

[all7seas]

The pirate snatched his hand away as though she'd burned him. "Aye. Water for you, love."

There was a pitcher close by the bed; Jack poured her as much as he dared and offered to help her sit up to drink it.

[herotypical]

She offered him a wary glance -- wary for so many reasons and likely for a few that he didn't expect -- and begrudgingly accepted the assistance. Her wings seemed to have been one of the most fortunate parts of her, and so sitting up wasn't too impossible. But it absolutely came with hardship. Her troubled expression as she eased into a sitting position was proof enough of that.

She didn't say another word. Not yet. She only nodded.

[all7seas]

Very well; let her be wary. It might mean nothing, the wariness -- just the wariness of an injured woman. Just...normal.

"What else, love?"

[herotypical]

She took her time drinking small, manageable sips of water. She had absolutely been thirsty -- being defeated in a gruelling battle and then having what was left of her energy forcibly sucked out through her insecurities was a very parching process. Even still, she managed about half the glass before she was waving it away.

What else, indeed? She licked her split lip and found that even frowning hurt. That was okay; her eyes did a perfect job of conveying her unhappiness all on their own.

"Is this...real?" And those same eyes glanced right. Another ward.

[all7seas]

"You're real. I'm real." Jack perched on the side of her bed and took back the water. "This is the real bit. Not...not that other. Not that other bit. That were a shifter, love."

[herotypical]

Clearly, she still felt suspicious. How could she be sure and certain that this wasn't another Shifter?

"Where am I?"

[all7seas]

"Infirmary, darling. You're....you got......the General. And all." He cleared his throat. "You're safe. I'm here."

[herotypical]

"I didn't get him," she misunderstood his pauses -- perhaps wilfully. Buffy would welcome the guilt. It was a more familiar pain than the physical kind.

[all7seas]

"I know, love.




Did he take it?"

[herotypical]

She didn't answer. Not that question. Instead, she asked another of her own: "Is he still out there?"

[all7seas]

"I don't know. I haven't left you. I haven't asked." Part of him didn't care. She was alive; that was enough.

"Buffy? I'm sorry."

The apology was meant to cover the shooting of her father; to Jack it felt flimsy and inadequate.

[herotypical]

Her laughter was angry. Bitter.

"You're sorry?"

[all7seas]

"Aye. For what I had to do." He still could not get her agonized scream out of his head. "So sorry."

[herotypical]

He was smarter than her -- the first time around, at least. The first time, she'd believed the dream entirely. Buffy's brows knit and she blinked rather furiously. Looking anywhere but at him. If the doctor had eventually asked her to get rid of the Jack-shaped delusion, would she have done it? Like she tried to do to her sister and her friends, once?

"You took out the enemy." And then, less reasonably: "That's more than I managed to do."

[all7seas]

"That's not reasonable, woman!" Jack called her on it. "Oi. Look at me. NOT reasonable."

[herotypical]

The woman who used to be the Lucetian who'd brought down the General slowly swung her head back in his direction.

"You barely even hesitated," she said with admiration -- albeit cool and distant admiration.

[all7seas]

"She was killing you."

[herotypical]

Another nod.

"She was." Not that she had far to go. "Looks like you managed to save the day, anyway. Good job. Captain."

[all7seas]

He'd never expected her to resent THAT of all things. His heart sank under the weight of disapproval. "Why don't you sleep more. Rest. Or I can try more Nala magic on you..."

[herotypical]

What looked like resentment on the surface was just a lot of poorly communicated disappointment in herself.

"More? So, you already..."

[all7seas]

"Not sure it helped," he said gruffly.

[herotypical]

"Every little bit does. Probably."

The wry waver in that last word spoke to something more familiarly Buffy Summers. A bit of haze was clearing -- not much, but enough. She still felt like several days worth of roadkill, though. And was only now becoming aware of bandages and gauze. Actual stitches.