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Love was crippling. No one knew it better than Natalia whose relationship were toxic, suffocating. Long time ago she had arrived to a conclusion someone as broken as her wouldn't build anything lasting and healthy. From what Nat gathered, neither was Lennox. "I bet you've been trying extra hard for Lennox." She smirked as the remark recklessly rolled from her tongue. That was often her problem, just like Scratch, Natalia couldn't bite her tongue when necessary. "And that's just unfair." She hopped off the bed, already feeling more sober, if a bit ashamed over her lack of restrain. "PTSD?" The woman snorted. "Please, PTSD isn't his biggest problem." That was interesting in how Reed, a man of uncanny emotional stability, chose the most disturbed crew member. Granted, Natalia herself wasn't the paragon of mental health, but she managed to stay functional in social roles. Her expression grew serious, somber even. "Anything can happen down there. If everything goes to Hell, what will you save first? Ship or Lennox?" That was a merciless question and a cruel one, but Natalia could be blunt when she needed to.
Their situation created an interesting conundrum. Reed knew that Nat knew, but didn't know if Scratch would know as Nat had no idea if Lennox would hear about it. Everything happened behind Roy's back, but the anthropologist had a feeling the decommissioned soldier was smarter than he let on. A small part of her enjoyed that game, as perverted as it was. All those personal squabbles would be pushed away soon, when they discover the wonders of alien intelligence. For now the crew had been eaten alive by boredom, at least Nat had had."See, the problem is, you may need to hold him together while the ship is burning." The woman stated coldly and walked toward the doors. They opened with a delicate swoosh. She carefully watched Reed's face who refused to acknowledge his debt. His pride suffered, but if the captain couldn't get his act together, this whole mission would go down in flames. It meant no glory back home, only sad 'missing in action', symbolic gravestone. "Scratch will sniff it out by herself eventually." Nat commented offhandedly. "What Scratch knows, everyone knows, don't expect for your secret to last very long." Her eyes were narrowed, as if the light still caused her prickly headache. She shook her head and light laughter escaped her lips.
"I can't wait to see Roy's face." That was it, nothing more to say. Reed, from a sensible officer ,turned out to be as much of a misfit as everyone else on this God forsaken ship. She could just blame it all on Citadel personnel being unprofessional assholes, but it would be unfair. Not a single person in this place had a closet free of skeletons, the true skill was to keep it tightly shut. Shame for Reed, his had just fallen out all at once.
"I don't need you smart Scratch, just good at killing things." Roy snorted. He spent his entire life in active duty. Military wasn't a place to grow brain cells, but hone predatory instincts, pack mentality and cunningness. The important lesson was - everyone grew dumb when facing death. Roy left higher intellectual pursuits for others, although no one could deny him good tactical thinking. He was best at thinking quick on his feet and didn't even try to compare himself to a genius prodigy like Lennox. "Don't overthinking it." He commented when noticed a detached frown forming between Scratch's eyebrows. "And try to get off your lazy ass next time, unless you count on aliens being fat and slow." There was scolding menace in his voice, an amused mockery at the worst. He didn't show Scratch if her rejection pained him. Roy shrugged indifferently before leaving the gym. The augmented veteran wouldn't be surprised, if Claudia fell asleep on a treadmill.
Their situation created an interesting conundrum. Reed knew that Nat knew, but didn't know if Scratch would know as Nat had no idea if Lennox would hear about it. Everything happened behind Roy's back, but the anthropologist had a feeling the decommissioned soldier was smarter than he let on. A small part of her enjoyed that game, as perverted as it was. All those personal squabbles would be pushed away soon, when they discover the wonders of alien intelligence. For now the crew had been eaten alive by boredom, at least Nat had had."See, the problem is, you may need to hold him together while the ship is burning." The woman stated coldly and walked toward the doors. They opened with a delicate swoosh. She carefully watched Reed's face who refused to acknowledge his debt. His pride suffered, but if the captain couldn't get his act together, this whole mission would go down in flames. It meant no glory back home, only sad 'missing in action', symbolic gravestone. "Scratch will sniff it out by herself eventually." Nat commented offhandedly. "What Scratch knows, everyone knows, don't expect for your secret to last very long." Her eyes were narrowed, as if the light still caused her prickly headache. She shook her head and light laughter escaped her lips.
"I can't wait to see Roy's face." That was it, nothing more to say. Reed, from a sensible officer ,turned out to be as much of a misfit as everyone else on this God forsaken ship. She could just blame it all on Citadel personnel being unprofessional assholes, but it would be unfair. Not a single person in this place had a closet free of skeletons, the true skill was to keep it tightly shut. Shame for Reed, his had just fallen out all at once.
"I don't need you smart Scratch, just good at killing things." Roy snorted. He spent his entire life in active duty. Military wasn't a place to grow brain cells, but hone predatory instincts, pack mentality and cunningness. The important lesson was - everyone grew dumb when facing death. Roy left higher intellectual pursuits for others, although no one could deny him good tactical thinking. He was best at thinking quick on his feet and didn't even try to compare himself to a genius prodigy like Lennox. "Don't overthinking it." He commented when noticed a detached frown forming between Scratch's eyebrows. "And try to get off your lazy ass next time, unless you count on aliens being fat and slow." There was scolding menace in his voice, an amused mockery at the worst. He didn't show Scratch if her rejection pained him. Roy shrugged indifferently before leaving the gym. The augmented veteran wouldn't be surprised, if Claudia fell asleep on a treadmill.