Plourr Estillo (
fighting_mad) wrote2007-07-23 08:00 am
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[OOM] Simulator Room
Plourr may be on vacation -- (vacation; the word is still a foreign one, but this is the first break she's gotten since well before she left the Rogues, and she isn't about to begrudge herself it) -- but that doesn't mean she won't take any opportunity possible to fly, even if it's in a simulator. When the grand entrance of the country estate opened on Milliways rather than the front gardens, she'd grinned broadly and stepped right through.
Thus, upstairs in the simulator room, a pilot-turned-empress sits in a sim with the seat cranked back and the curtain drawn open, her hair pulled into a loose braid and a once-lovely flower forgotten and drooping behind her right ear. She's tan and her cheeks are awash with color, as is the norm these days, and she wears a loose tunic with the sleeves rolled up, wide-legged trousers, and her favorite battered boots.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, she sends the little image of 'her' X-wing into a tailspin through the space battle.
This is the most relaxed she's been in what feels like years.
Thus, upstairs in the simulator room, a pilot-turned-empress sits in a sim with the seat cranked back and the curtain drawn open, her hair pulled into a loose braid and a once-lovely flower forgotten and drooping behind her right ear. She's tan and her cheeks are awash with color, as is the norm these days, and she wears a loose tunic with the sleeves rolled up, wide-legged trousers, and her favorite battered boots.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, she sends the little image of 'her' X-wing into a tailspin through the space battle.
This is the most relaxed she's been in what feels like years.
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It was, in fact, the longest sentence she had said all week. Not intending to see Plourr for a while...she didn't know if the surprise was pleasant or not, there was a lot going on in her head.
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(The insult lacks the necessary heat.)
"You look like a bantha's ass." A second's pause as she throws the image on-screen through the tiny gap between two colliding capital ships' shields, and then she says, "I'll tell you what I told Janson -- I hear one fat joke and you're done."
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"Why do I think he tried it anyway?" Wes never had any notable level of common sense; it was a fair assumption.
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"Suicide mission?" Queried with a raised eyebrow, gaze still fixed on the screen. As her eyes traveled downwards over the bump and back up again to rest on Plourr's face, she frowned slightly.
"Heard about your offer. You're serious?" As if she'd known Plourr to be anything but.
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Her meaning was clear, especially when she didn't break her gaze. No matter what happened Plourr wasn't to get involved. She wasn't expendable anymore. Her war was over.
"I --" She shut her mouth again quickly, words straining at her throat. There was going to be a war. But she wasn't going back to her timeline...she was going with John. He simply couldn't be allowed to leave alone, again.
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She can't go.
She can't help.
All she can do is sit here and wait for word.
It fucking sucks.
"'You'?"
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But it wasn't the same. They were both glad of that; moving on. It had been a long while since she'd considered such things.
"John went back. Without me. He returned, but I feel..." She shook her head, mouth clamping down firmly over clenched teeth. A soldier didn't talk about feelings, they weren't important and the subject was too awkward for her to continue with.
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Her eyes hold steady; she isn't going to let Aeryn get away with clamming up. "You feel what?"
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She wouldn't admit defeat or anything further, nothing of the kind, simply that one word. She would never add the obvious description of her feelings, the one neither of them would bring up. She felt afraid. Death was a battle she couldn't fight and John's heroism was something she couldn't prevent.
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Because that will clearly fix all the universes' problems.
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You fight for a cause, you think it's right and one day you realise how damn wrong you were. Better to take care of you and your family. Let other people handle theirs.
"In the closet, I mean." No gay jokes, please.
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Plourr reaches out, though, and she lays a hand on the first part of Aeryn that she can reach, which happens to be her elbow. "He'll be alright, Aeryn," she says, quieter, her dark eyes steady. "You'll keep him safe."
She knows how Aeryn feels about Crichton.
She knows she'll fight tooth and nail for him.
And she is certain that there is very little in any universe that can stand against a determined Aeryn Sun.
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"He's so much. So much more than I ever imagined." If she had ever dared to imagine; even soldiers dream.
John was the type of person she'd always thought of as weak. Naive, gullible, a fool by any account. She loved him. The very heart of her, the very soul; even soldiers have soul.
"I care about him a great deal." She could bare that part of herself to Plourr. Plourr had gotten foolish, Plourr had fallen. She had broken the code of strong women and let a tiny bit of weakness invade her heart. They both had.
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What can Plourr say to that, when she agrees for her own reasons and for her own 'he'? Nothing, without coming across as a hopeless sap.
She may be married and she may be an empress and she may be pregnant and she may (though she might not admit it) be happy, but Isplourrdacartha Estillo will never be a hopeless sap.
'I care about him a great deal.'
"I know," she says, her face still upturned to the other woman. "That's how I know he's going to be fine. You won't let him be otherwise."
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"I feel like shooting something." Aeryn clapped a hand on Plourr's shoulder. That she could admit.
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"I never get to practise on a moving target."
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"Practically waddling." You'd never catch Aeryn Sun like that. Not even with foreshadowing!
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Plourr is, for the record, pregnant, not slow. Slower, certainly, but not slow.
She proves this by the way that she lunges after Aeryn.
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Just like old times.
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Punching Aeryn in the shoulder, since Plourr can certainly catch up with a slow jog? Absolutely.
But she laughs afterward, shooting Aeryn another fond insult as she falls into step beside her, the two women shoulder-to-shoulder and off to go shoot at unsuspecting targets that don't stand a chance.
Just like old times.