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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 19, 2021 16:44:21 GMT -7
Caesar speaks and tells her the name of the droid and says about the fact he's a little rusty and whatever she was going to say was pushed out of her head when the droid turns to Caesar as if he had actually offended it. She put the back of her hand against her mouth but she still had to look down because a laugh wanted to bubble out of her and she's pretty sure that she heard it slip out a little.
She hears 2-1B turn back around and she brings her brown eyes back up to look at the droid when he speaks she drops her hand from her mouth and as 2-1B comes towards her everything in Emily tells her to move away but she stays where she is. If she kept moving away then she wouldn't get the treatment that she needs for her palms and knees. Emily winces a little when the liquid hits her palms, in fact the last time she had palms that were cut up like this she had been 6 and was riding her bike through the Hamptons with her dad. A memory that she had stored in her little box in her head to keep those private and away from her mind.
Her eyes widen again when the liquid and all the crap evaporates in to the air and wished that they had one of these back home because they definitely would come in handy and wondered whether or not she would be able to get one back when she does finally return back home, whenever that will be. 2-1B wraps her palms in the bandage and its actually snug that she can move her hand but tight enough that it would keep her palms clean for now. He then does the same with her knees and before long it's all finished.
"Thanks" she held her hand up in a slight wave before realising that she's waving at a droid and drops her hand back down on to the bed.
Emily goes back to sitting properly on the bed with her feet hitting the floor as she does. "So, Fury sent you here, huh?" she asked and looked up at it, not deaf to what he had said earlier about Fury.
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Post by Ray on Jan 20, 2021 10:21:29 GMT -7
Caesar watches after the droid for a moment, wondering how to repay something like that for taking time out of its typical duties to fix up a complete stranger to this base, but he doubts the droid cares much about getting thanks. They may be far more expressive than one would imagine, a particular droid coming to mind at that thought, but they're still just a programmed series of 0's and 1's like the computers they have back home. Or, more accurate, like the roombas they have back home. All set on a particular path until someone tells them otherwise.
Emily pulls him out of those thoughts, and he turns his gaze back to her upon hearing her question. He nods, and leans to press his shoulder into the door frame.
"I was here for a while, that first time I accidently came through," He admits, though back on Earth, it had only been the better part of a week -- hardly noticeable to anyone who didn't have immediate concern about his sudden disappearance from the desert. Here, it had been nearly two months, "And in that time, I made connections, gained a little reputation, became involved in....this." He motions his hand vaguely around the room, not entirely sure how much he should really say. Caesar knows it will be difficult to keep her completely in the dark and he doesn't necessarily want to, but at the moment he has two allegiances to worry about. Two bosses, two mountains of secrets. Emily, being SHIELD herself, understands the difficulties of following chains of command and keeping confidentialities. But this is different than a few company secrets being whispered back and forth in the privacy of their bed.
This is a rebellion. A war.
And he can't betray Leia's trust with so much riding on all of their shoulders.
"After realizing what that monolith was capable of, and realizing what's happening across the universe, Fury decided it was necessary to keep sending me through. For everyone's best interests."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 20, 2021 10:45:59 GMT -7
Emily listened to what he said and she nodded along the way and because Fury was a guy that liked to compartmentalize and as much as she wanted to have a go at Fury for doing this she knew deep down that she hadn't been any better when she went undercover spying on Captain America. The neighbour that was a nurse according to her scrubs but she had tech that would keep an eye on him, that she would listen to some of his conversations and do everything she could to strike up a connection with a man she really didn't like to fool.
In a way she understood a lot more because she hadn't even told Caesar that she had been undercover, she hadn't because as far as Steve had been concerned she had moved away and made sure, even now, that she didn't come across the Star Spangled Man. It was tough when she worked at the Triskellion and he would leave from there sometimes.
"I understand a lot more than you think" she admitted and then sighed.
Though she only had one boss, and if she's being honest she understood the dual personalities because she had two when she took down those responsible for her father's death, she had made two different faces and two different personalities. Emily Thorne was a machine that she had made up to get in to the inner circle of those that she wanted to get her revenge on... Amanda Clarke was her real identity but even then she hadn't called herself Amanda for a very long time, even now everyone knew her as Emily. Caesar knew who she really was but to him she was always Emily.
"What is going to happen to me?" she asked and looked over him for a moment before she brought her eyes up to his face once more.
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Post by Ray on Jan 20, 2021 11:08:53 GMT -7
"I know you do," Caesar nods, a soft smile on his lips. He had never doubted that she would. But much like everything else that came with their careers of choice, there's a degree of secrecy that overshadows the length and importance of their relationship. He would have told her about this, all of this, if he had been allowed to. And he hopes she understands that too.
"For now..." Caesar says and exhales a long breath, looking down the length of the hall when he hears the familiar woosh of the lift doors opening, "You get some rest. Maybe some food. And then we'll talk about getting you back home."
"Poe," a familiar voice calls to him as she approaches. Kaydel Connix is a young operations controller, and one of the first to really befriend him after falling through space and time. Her blonde hair is twisted up into two neat little buns, her lieutenant's patch sewn onto her mustard yellow jacket, her smile small and friendly, "General Leia is asking for you." She says as she comes to a halt beside him.
"Right, okay," Caesar sighs and rubs at the back of his neck, pushing himself off of the frame of the door.
"Getting into trouble again, I hear," Kaydel comments in a slight tease. She glances briefly into the bedroom, and does a momentary double-take upon seeing Emily sitting on his bed, "Oh." She blinks, her big brown eyes somehow going wider, "Hello," She lifts a hand in a slight, awkward wave, "I guess that answers my question." She mutters in amusement through the corner of her mouth. Caesar rolls his eyes and grabs Kaydel by the shoulders to turn her back in the direction of the lift. She snorts loudly as he gives her a lightheartedly push away.
"Stay here, sleep," He tells Emily pointedly, "I'll be back." He swipes a hand across the door sensor, and it closes between them.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 20, 2021 11:24:33 GMT -7
Emily gives him a soft smile back and then he says about her getting some rest and some food but right now she just wanted to sleep off the headache that is still pounding her head like a drum at a rock concert.
She looks up at the young woman at the door and gives a slight wave back "Hey" Emily knew that she really needed to hide away from everyone on this base because the looks were just getting a little frustrating even though she was a woman from Earth that apparently they might not know about here. She watches the two of them and then clears her throat as she looks away, a tad stab of jealousy spiking through her but she pushes that away.
He tells her to sleep and that he would be back and then the door shuts and Emily nods once "Sleep" she muttered and looked around the room once more.
Emily brought her legs up on to the bed and she put her head against the pillow and then there was a nudge in her butt cheek and she reached down in to the pocket and pulled out her SHIELD badge that only a while ago she had shown the guy in Puerto Rico. She looked up at the pass that accompanied the badge and it was in big black words Amanda Clarke. Field operative. Level 7.
Caesar said about getting her home, would that be to Puerto Rico? Or would that be somewhere else?
A sigh left her chest and she closed the leather case that her SHIELD badge was in and put it against her chest before she closed her eyes up, hoping that sleep would take her.
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Post by Ray on Jan 20, 2021 12:09:37 GMT -7
"General," Caesar speaks, announcing his arrival with all the same strict respect SHIELD has beaten into him over the years.
Leia still remains at her post in the command room, back to him as he approaches from the stairwell, gaze focused upon the hologram displayed in the air before her. A map of the galaxy glitters in blue, the planets and stars shifting as she adjusts the controls. She searches -- for the same thing they've all been searching for longer than he's been around to know a thing about it. "Have I ever told you about my home?" She says, ignoring the formalities.
Caesar is quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond. Leia is not like Fury. There's a softness to her. A kindness. When she speaks, even commands, she does so with the strength of her heart rather than her fist. Though from the stories he's heard, that fist of hers has a mean kick to it too. Yet that's why she commands so much respect, so much authority. To be a general, you have to hold attention and power. To be a leader, you have to hold hope. And nothing inspires that more than her unyielding love for these people and this galaxy.
It's what causes him to worry so much, far more than he ever has with Fury or Hill, about stepping out of bounds. About losing her trust.
"Alderaan?" He asks, clarifying, "No, ma'am." Not from her at least. The others have told him snippets and pieces, enough for him to understand what's at stake.
"My entire life has been clouded by war, and I learned very early on that it's easiest to push onward when there is something that can be left behind," Leia continues, "Home is as much a welcome sight at the end of a long road as it is a driving force to take action. We protect it so diligently because without it, what do we have to fight for? To return to? To hope for?" She pauses in her search to look at him, eyes soft, "I worry about your home with these gateways. D'Qar can survive a few bumbling strangers appearing from another world, but your Earth may not be so lucky should word get out. I would..." She sighs, "I would hate for you to know the same sudden feeling of hopelessness I felt."
Oscar folds his mouth flat as she speaks, his shoulders slowly lowering as the heaviness of her words sinks in deeper. He can't imagine. Can't possibly fathom what it must be like, to no longer even have a piece of the place he called home. He looks down to the ground, at a loss for what to say.
But Leia fills the quiet, talking for him, "We may need to push up the timetable on our plans. And we may need to consider destroying these gateways before it's too late."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 20, 2021 12:42:44 GMT -7
Emily moves a little before she puts the badge back in to her pocket, as much as she wanted to hold on to it she knew that she had to keep her identity a secret because of where she came from and the fact she had told the General her name was Emily and on her card it had said Amanda and the last thing she wanted was to fuck this up for Caesar. Especially when he hadn't told her about this for a reason.
She rolled over on to her side and let sleep pull her under because laying on the bed had been enough to exhausted her and the fact she traveled through time.
At least your Spanish is getting better
Emily woke up and she found that the pounding headache that she had before she slept was now just a dull ache and more manageable. She rubbed her eye with her palm and then felt the soreness of it and winced a little. She honestly hoped to have woken up in bed back at the apartment with the dogs around her and Caesar in bed next to her or at least to have woken up in the medical ward at the Triskellion. But no she was still in Caesar's room lightyears away from her home.
A thought she was going to have to get used to right now because even though he said about getting her back home she knew all about this place now and while it was strange and there were robots and aliens they were looking at her like she was strange. "FitzSimmons are going to flip their shit" she muttered under her breath and then sat up carefully and saw that someone had brought some food and had left it on the trunk that Caesar had been sat on before. She was craving a greasy burgers with fries and a very big cup of cola but what she saw actually looked strange to her much like the rest of this place.
She saw one of Caesar's notebooks and she reached down and picked it up and opened it up to the page that he had written in about Puerto Rico and she wondered how she could miss someone who was right in front of her so badly.
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Post by Ray on Jan 20, 2021 13:34:30 GMT -7
The afternoon passed in a blur, a dull headache forming at the front of his skull and growing in intensity each and every time Leia's words cross his mind. He busies himself to keep distracted, knowing there are a million things he can be doing rather than worrying about the inevitable. When Caesar returns to Emily after taking a moment to breathe, he finds her deep asleep on his little cot. A relief, for the both of them. He covers her with a blanket -- warm like wool but not as scratchy or stiff -- and leaves her to rest her weary mind.
An hour of walking the perimeter of the base later, and Emily is still oblivious to the world. He leaves behind lunch, trying his hardest to find something that wouldn't be so entirely alien to her, but knowing its all strange. Simple ham sandwiches are nonexistent here, and finding a good soup that doesn't contain the tentacles of something is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But he gets her a loaf of warm bread (the only constant across galaxies it seems), a scoop of Kodari rice, and squares of fried meat -- though what meat it is, Caesar has long learned to stop asking.
Forcing himself to work, he makes his way out onto the busy tarmac. Repair droids rumble back and forth, carrying tools and much needed equipment to the mechanics repairing ships and weapons and communication towers. There's hardly ever a moment of rest, hardly ever a second where someone isn't scrambling to do something. Hardly ever a second where they aren't glancing to the sky at the just the faintest passing shadow.
His feet carry him forward through it all, until at last he spies a familiar sight.
A red and black X-Wing sits just outside of a separate hangar, the sunlight glinting off of the glass windshield. It reminds him of his jet back home, sleek and fast. He had to do some convincing to get them to repaint for him, and a few credits too, but there has to be at least one thing that he'd like to keep familiar when traveling the stars. And they did one hell of a job. He smiles faintly to himself as he kicks over a small ladder to set against the X-Wing's side, using it to hop confidently up to be level with the cockpit. Using the sleeve of his jacket, he wipes a smudge from the glass. "Damn bugs," he mutters under his breath, cringing at the faint green slime.
A twittering interrupts him, and he glances down in a startled jump when his ladder gets bumped and he's jolted to the right.
A round droid stares up at him, rolling slightly side to side on it's ball-shaped body in what Caesar has learned to interrupt as excitement.
"Jesus, BB, careful." Caesar huffs.
The droid beeps loudly, and bumps the ladder again.
"Alright, alright! Hi!" Caesar barks out, grabbing onto the plane to keep from getting knocked over. He jumps down fluidly, landing back on the tarmac. "Hi buddy," he says again, heaving out a breath as he crouches down next to the robot.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 20, 2021 14:08:44 GMT -7
Her stomach lets out a loud growl and she remembers that she's not eaten in a while, in fact the last time she had eaten anything was the night before today? -was it still today?- she was going to have to get used to the time differences. Her eyes caught on the food that was sitting on the trunk but she tried to hide it behind the book because it looked strange and now normally Emily wasn't a fussy eater but.. Where was she going with this again? She put the notebook back down on the floor before she sat up properly, putting her feet against the floor, and she picked the bread up before ripping it apart.
It tasted so heavenly in her mouth but that might be down to the fact that she was so hungry and could probably eat a horse, though she hoped that's not what the meat was because then she wouldn't be able to eat it after all.
Emily wished there was a window so that she could see out because she would like to see exactly where it was that she was, after all the guard had told her that she should know exactly, and while Caesar had said where they were she would've liked to have got a better look at it rather than being pushed through to the General with cuffs on her wrists while they pretty much branded her a spy. Emily knew enough that's what the guards were implying when it came to her.
She was disappointed when the bread came to an end and she started on the rice but every time she looked at the meat she wasn't sure if she wanted to eat it so after she finished up the rice she pushed the tray back before she pushed the blanket off of her and stood up. There was no way that she could contact Caesar to get her out of here because she really was starting to feel like she was back in juvie and the last time she had been stuck in a room was when she got shot after England.
She moved over to the doorway and started looking for a button so that she could get out of here for a little bit.
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Post by Ray on Jan 22, 2021 19:55:42 GMT -7
In a trill of robotic beeping, the small orange and white droid chatters excitedly as Caesar tries to follow along. Over time, he's picked up some of the robotic language, recognizing the patterns here and there when they appear. But it isn't easy. Maybe if they were on Earth, and Caesar could relate the key tones and phrases to something he can tangibly understand, it wouldn't be so difficult. But out here, lightyears away from any form of Latin that he might latch on to, everything is quite literally alien. Translating droids is like trying to translate a dozen other languages when you're five years old and barely just learning how to read.
"No..." Caesar starts, pressing his brows close, "No, I wasn't leaving without you..." he says, starting to get an idea of why BB-8 is demanding so much attention. The droid keeps going on, shimmying back and forth on its round little body. "I promise. You think I have any idea where I'm going without you?" Caesar replies defensively, placing a palm on his own chest in mock surprise that the droid would accuse him of such a thing.
It's like talking to a child. Or to his dogs.
BB-8 seems mildly satisfied, making a soft little whir.
"Do me a favor?" Caesar asks, nudging the little robot with a gentle hand. BB-8 beeps with interest, "Go check on the girl in my room." The droid looks at him curiously, tilting its head to the side for a moment, but twitters in agreement and swivels to roll away. "But don't wake her up if she's asleep!" Caesar yells after it as an afterthought, but the droid is already weaving quickly around legs away from him, too quick to be stopped. "Shit." He mutters.
BB-8 speeds into the hangar, hijacking the lift away from a couple pilots who try to run to catch it before the doors snap shut, but the determined droid has little patience. It rolls its way down the hall upon reaching the lower floor, needing no direction with a map built directly into its memory chip. The door lock and sensor is too high for a small little droid like it, but a panel opens upon its chest and a little metal arm extends out from within to reach upwards and hit the button.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 22, 2021 20:12:20 GMT -7
Emily had been a moment away from getting her SHIELD badge out to see if she could unlock the room with a card but knowing her luck she would have set alarms off, then the guards from before would be down here, when she heard the door start to open and she jumped back a little and once the door was opened she expected Caesar to be standing there but it was only when she looked down did she see the orange and white ball.
A soft smile pulled at her lips because this droid was cute, it definitely didn't look like 2-1B the medical droid that had actually helped with her hands and knees. She was sure she was going to have nightmares about that thing for years.
Emily crouched down a little in the doorway, being careful not to split the cuts open on her knees, before she looked over the ball shaped droid "You're definitely cute" she said and then it hit her that she was in space, away from everyone she cared about and was talking to the droid like it was acceptable and she was really starting to wonder whether what Caesar had told her was truth; that she was in space because here she was with this adorable -Emily get a bloody grip- droid.
"Do you know where-" she stopped herself before she could say Caesar because that wasn't his name here "Poe is by any chance?" she asked. Emily wanted to cringe at the name that she had just said because as much as she really wanted to call him Caesar, Poe didn't really suit him. It was just her opinion anyway and it was probably down to the fact the guy named Poe called her names like she-witch and devil and she's sure she heard him hiss at her behind her back before either that or they have a snake on the plane that Emily didn't know about.
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Post by Ray on Jan 22, 2021 20:36:48 GMT -7
BB-8 rolls back an inch or two upon seeing Emily, its head sliding back across his body so its eye can find her face. It's gaze slowly follows her as she lowers herself in front of the droid, and it makes an excited little series of beeps at the compliment, already starting to like this woman. How could it not? So few people call it cute these days.
The appreciation is clearly lacking.
With two short little chips, BB-8 swivels his head in a motion that resembles a nod, before turning and rolling back for the lift. It looks momentarily back to make sure Emily follows, curies little beeping filling the quiet length of the hallway, before it extends out its metal arm once more to tap on the lift's sensors.
Keeping a slower pace this time as to not lose its new companion, BB-8 leads Emily through the hangar and out into the afternoon light. D'Qar is a humid planet, more akin to the jungles of South America than the forests of Europe. All around the base, dense growth covers the hills in deep greens. A distant fog hovers across the tree-line, promising rain later that evening. But for now, the sun continues to shine bright overhead.
They pass by groups of people walking back and forth or tending to their equipment, a variety of alien races and droids and strange looking people crossing their path and paying them no mind save for the near-trippings as BB rolls its way through. It pauses every so often to look back at Emily and make sure it didn't lose her, determining this to be a matter of great importance. A mission, even. They finally reach the red and black X-Wing a few minutes later, and BB rolls to the ladder's side to look up at the pilot hanging half out of the cockpit, completely unaware.
Using its body as a battering ram yet again, BB smacks right into the ladder, jolting Caesar to the side. In a panic, Caesar throws his head upwards, knocking the back of his skull into the open airlock frame. "Ow, shit, BB!" He yells, throwing up a hand to steady himself and snapping his attention towards the little robot.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 22, 2021 20:51:05 GMT -7
Emily watches as he moves back in the direction of the lift and she then gets up and goes after him. Well obviously he knows where Caesar was and could understand her very well though after her experience with 2-1B earlier she really shouldn't be surprised and yet she is. Emily feels like she's got a lot to learn in the short time she will be here.
They get in the lift and her brown eyes look down at him once more and smiles softly, it was almost like Caesar's dogs at home. They were so used to her being at the apartment that they didn't ever bark at her but they would follow her around just to see what she was doing.
It's when they hit the hangar that she sees everything and tries to take it all in but she was still trying to play catch up when it came to the fact that aliens existed and she really shouldn't be staring at them but Emily couldn't take her eyes off and nearly bumped in to a few people in the process and she muttered a soft apology before following after the ball. He took her outside and she felt the need to discard the coat that she had on but the same time felt too lazy to take it off and that's because she was used to the cold DC weather rather than the humid air that seemed to seep through the place and she couldn't help but think of Puerto Rico and how they had been there only a few moments -hours?- Caesar did say that the time was fucked up so she didn't really know how long she had been gone from there.
Emily follows after BB8 and it's only when she sees the plane that looks exactly like Caesar's at home that she looks up and bites down on her lip at him banging his head. "Angry Dad alert" she calls up to him and puts her hands in to the pockets of her coat and now wishing she had taken it off before she left Caesar's room.
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Post by Ray on Jan 22, 2021 21:11:30 GMT -7
Caesar turns his gaze away from the droid towards the woman standing there beside it, looking still a little wide-eyed and out of place amongst the unusual crowd. Just as that thought crosses his mind, a sullustan passes to their right, outfitted in the familiar orange jumpsuit of the pilots and looking more like a Muppet friend of Kermit's than something anyone on Earth would consider a real species.
Caesar smiles a little, huffing out a short breath as he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his now throbbing head, "Not angry, just not a fan of skull fractures." He replies. "I see you met BB-8." He motions towards the little droid still staring right up at him. The robot chirps once, an obvious yes even to someone who hasn't been trying to learn it's language. "He didn't wake you up did he?" Caesar asks, climbing down the short ladder before the droid decides to knock into it again just for kicks. Giving BB a disapproving look, he adds, "I told him not to."
BB-8 argues quickly back, speaking erratically and in annoyance at being accused of such a thing.
"Alright, alright, you didn't, I'm sorry," Caesar replies, waving him off.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 22, 2021 21:26:33 GMT -7
Emily watches as whatever passes, her eyes are wide, and wishes that she had her cell to take pictures because she needed to remember this place but it's a good thing that she dropped her cell back in Puerto Rico. Caesar spoke and she brought her eyes back to look at him and let a smile pull at her lips. "Well at least you know you have brains" she teased at him.
Her eyes looked down at the robot, now called BB8, and shook her head "Nope I was already awake and looking to get out of your room so BB8 saved me from setting off any alarms that might go off and plus I wouldn't have minded if he had, he's adorable."
Not that she would mind being woken up by BB8 because he was a lot cuter than 2-1B. "Plus I think it was my stomach that woke me up and luckily there was food so" Emily shrugged up a shoulder. She moved a little away from BB8 and backwards to look at the plane and could definitely see the colours from the one he had back home, she guessed that being so far away from the place himself he would want something that was familiar to him. Unlike Emily who was just another person in another galaxy's war and yet all she yearned to do was go home back through whatever space time thing she had stepped right through and have a shower and a change of clothes, and maybe even a very large glass of wine; hell she would take the bottle.
A thought came to her and she moved her eyes over to look at him and said in his own tongue "Te ves bien"
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