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lostartfuldodger:
“Don’t you think if I knew the answer to that I wouldn’t be here right now?” The tone remained cordial. The look she gave him wasn’t and hovered between searching and something approaching annoyed. Not at Cross though. Well maybe a bit at Cross but not because of what he’d said and asked.
For just a moment there’d been that something there. That hint of depth that occasionally peeked out of the man that indicated something a little more astute then the fly boy image he fronted people. There was no real way of knowing how much of it was real and how much wasn’t but Kenzi had seen the other side of that shield often enough now that she’d been comfortable asking him for help. A fact she reminded herself of as she tilted her head at him.
“I don’t suppose you’d perhaps like to tell me cap?” Fingers crossed its something I can work with. Just because simple solutions were best didn’t mean they were easy.
He’d given up bigger secrets to people trying a whole lot harder than she was now. Cross simply wasn’t the type to make someone work for something. He’d never understood that. Testing especially—the kind that didn’t just rate a skill—frustrated him to no end. If someone around you had the answer, why struggle? In this case, the something she wanted to know had a side effect of increased harmony on his ship. They had enough strife from outside sources. The last thing he wanted was to return to the days of Indira trying to assassinate Reaper during his morning meditation.
So he sighed. Heavily. “Oh, fine. I’ve always had a weakness for gorgeousness.”
He sat up a little, leaning toward her reclined form as if sharing a secret.
“Alix comes from a large family. Lots of siblings he had to be in charge of. Like a third parent. Or fourth parent, I suppose. He has an older sister, but from what I understand she was terribly clever immediately and moved out at a young age. He’s built for responsibility, you see. Practically has it leaking from his pores. You, darling, fly in the face of that. You’re all spirit and freedom. Add to that you duplicating his skillset, eliminating his sole responsibility for the well-being of this ship, and you building improvements upon the foundation he spent a standard year fostering...”
He paused for a drag and seemed to change course a bit.
“Imagine if you will that you’ve created…a robot. Built from scratch, a perfect android. Every piece you’ve designed yourself, smelted yourself, fitted and connected. The innards are perfect, compact, the synthetic mind processing away like mad. It needs a few tweaks still, but things you’ll finish up as you get to them. It’s a project of love. It’s yours. Then someone walks in and adds a coat of paint and says ‘Look how good that is. It’s my robot, too, now.’ Yes, it is good. The paint’s necessary. Helpful, even, because you had other things to focus on to bother with paint. But it’s not a balanced scale. Not to say you made any such claim, but it’s how he sees it.”
The captain leaned back again and took a few puffs of the cigarette, seemingly done. But then he turned his wrist and flicking ash, added—
“To get back to answering my own question: Alix wants two things in this life, Kenzi. Recognition and respect. He’s had plenty of the former, less so of the latter, and I don’t expect you to manage both. But can you fathom why he dislikes your very existence if not your whole approach? I know you understand—look at you, you glorious genius. But you’re not exactly a team player. Which is tragic, honestly, because I could see you fitting very well here.”
He stopped talking abruptly, as if realizing he’d begun to drift topics and perhaps said too much. Rather than cover it, though, he shut up and went back to smoking.
“But that’s just my opinion.”

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concept: space pirates who sound exactly like regular pirates, except replace all references to “the sea” with “the void”
“aye, the void is a harsh mistress,” the captain said, gazing out the window of her ship into the vast starry expanse. “she’ll take more than she gives, in the end. but those who are called to life in the void don’t know any other way.”
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“Is that robot yours?” he said. “No,” came a thin metallic voice from the crater, “I’m mine.”
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Cross’s description of the skittish pup got a dubious look and the start of an amused smile. A brilliant hysteric… Awesome.Her eyes followed his hand, expression dimming once more as they set on the doctor who’s murmuring did little to set her mind at ease in regards to her sanity. Not working with quite a full set are ya lady… Whatever, she seemed relatively harmless if a little off. She’d just treat her as she did her seniors. No chimera took well to being spooked, though it became easier to do as they grew older and the hearing went. she’d have to work at being not so light-footed when around her was all. Easy enough.
This one though was a different story. His approach had her pupils narrowing into something sharp and vicious, and her throat felt tight with the force of suppressing an instinctive growl at the lack of—, realness. This guy moved, breathed, and spoke but where she’d have known if one of her kin or any human stood behind her even without any of that. Standing in front of him now she felt like she was staring at a nothingness, like something flat, a lack of something very crucial.
She could take in the crafted sinew of him, mind already shifting gears into something defensive in reaction to the physical strength of his form. Every inhale held notes of something almost plasticky, though the artificial cocktail of something resembling musk and some sort of plant made it somewhat bearable. He didn’t smell bad, but he certainly didn’t smell right. Sight and sound said that he was there, tangible, but there was another sense that picked up nothing, a sense that was completely blind.
No that wasn’t right. It wasn’t so much that there was nothing there so much as the void of something that should’ve been. It was jarring, to say the least, and set her teeth and hair on edge. Still…
“Probably nothing that’d you’d be too interested in. And nothin’ I usually share outside being bought a nice dinner. Gotta be a lady about some shit and all.”
Cross coughed at the comeback; a completely impotent attempt to cover his amusement. Dekker shot him a withering look in response and the captain only grinned, shrugging, offering as explanation:
“I like her.”
Dekker’s eyes narrowed and he chose not to mention that the captain had also liked the last bounty hunter to con her way on board. He hadn’t ruled out ulterior motives in this new presence. Granted, the chances were very slim, though nearly dying in a groundside crash would win points for most creative entrance.
“Besides, we’re all criminals here.” Cross grinned and spread his arms between them both. When neither stopped their death glaring, he shifted slightly more in the middle of things and gave his attention back to Faith. “I’m guessing you haven’t gotten the chance to peruse many newsvids, so you should be aware this ship is a bit...wanted. But! we have been for a good chunk of standard years now, and apart from a few notable close calls, we’re still flying free.”
Dekker shifted his weight, the subtle whine of electronics balancing for the new position. His tone remained generally unenthused, though a little tetchy now.
“If we’re not collecting the bounty we should just dump her in the next port.”
Without turning, Cross reached behind him to make a blind waving 'shut up' gesture. Dekker scowled at his flailing hand and smacked it out of his face hard enough to nearly send the captain spinning. He yanked his hand back with a grimace, but smoothed it over quick, still addressing Faith.
“Of course, we could do that if you'd like, but I see no reason for us to be enemies. Nearest port is at least a week away. Anything could happen.”
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Just a Small Town Boy
His tone at the repeated word was enough to have her eye rolling at herself. Right, small town, you take two to three right or left turns and you’re right back to the middle. Just the thought had her feeling claustrophobic. After all up until very recently she’d been…
She didn’t finish the thought and instead turned to press a kiss to her daughter cheek as she gave a small wiggle in her arms. It didn’t matter anymore. Who she’d been, the life she had before? Both paled in comparison in the face of having Hannah in her life, the joy she’d found in being her mother.
If nothing else with a bit of luck she planned to be too busy to even notice the ‘coziness’ of their new home. Se came back mid ramble and followed through with the direction he’d been pointing, good to know they’d been heading into it from the right way.
“Nah.” She smiled, shrugging one shoulder as he passed her to the other side. It was hot for sure but—. “This ain’t that bad compared to some of the last few summers we had in California.”
She blinked at the apology, smile softening as she noted his manners. Southern boy through and through… Not that is it was a bad thing. On the contrary…It was a real nice change after the last month with Josh.
She also kept it to herself that she was a work in progress when it came to her own potty mouth.
“That…, sounds kinda perfect actually.” Both the bar and possibility of work in a calmer atmosphere then what she was used to, and maybe even a night NOT sleeping in the damned truck.
“Especially the motel. I don’t think there’s anyway I’m getting any apartment hunting done tonight.” Nope, it was already dusk, and there was no way any renters were late nighters like the one’s back in L.A. That and she wasn’t going to do any running around with Josh and with Hannah no less while he smelled like a damn ashtray.
“It’s a small town, think I’ll have trouble finding a place!“ She asked, brow furrowing slightly as she worried the corner of her lip, a nervous tick, one of the few she never had been able to break completely.
California—damn. Wasn't that swanky. He'd never met anybody from California. That was one long drive. He wanted to ask how it had gone so far and if she had a final destination in mind and whereabouts in California she'd lived and if everyone really was as pretty there as they looked in movies and if there really was never any bad weather, but all that came out was a blurted—
“Didn't know anybody owned pick-ups in California.”
He managed to keep from grimacing at his own mouth through years of practice and only bit the inside of his lip a little with a tiny wince. Resetting the gas nozzle on the machine, he circled back to Kenzi and the open hood of the truck. Now that it'd had a little time to cool, he could actually investigate without scalding himself and causing even more embarrassment.
It was almost funny, but as soon as he started to check the engine over, the tension just ebbed out of muscles like water from a sponge on a hot day. He was aware of the beautiful woman and her adorable daughter still standing very nearby, but it didn't make him nervous any more. His mind was focused on the problem, on methodically moving through potential problems to ensure all was working in top form. Some people relaxed with booze; for Alix it was machines. His voice was a lot smoother and backed by actual thought processes when he spoke again, despite the fact that he was still fully absorbed in tinkering.
“People are pretty settled in their places around here, but we do got some old houses need fixin up. Mayor'd probably give you a good deal if you wanna settle. It's better than lettin 'em rot. And if you're plannin on stayin a while, Rex'll probably give you a discount at the motel. He does that for guys that camp out here for the city work.”
He straightened and shut the hood, kicking some of the dust off his hands against each other.
“Pretty alright for such a long trip. If you're gonna be stayin, though, bring her by again and I'll give her a tune up, make sure she stays workin good.”
Work done, he was back to looking full at her again, and a little of the awkward returned, complete with a sheepish smile and a scritch at the back of his neck.
“Uh, and sorry for not sayin before but—welcome to Baker, ma'am.”
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