Beyond the Sun

Commander Niles Hathaway of the SSV Bastogne, at your service. [[Primary 'verse is set in the years Commander Shepard is dead. {ME2)]] [Independent Rp blog, multi-universe, single ship] FC: Harrison Ford

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[Blog under construction to make a modern verse / restructuring in general ]

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[[You ever try to log into one account and get one you haven't used in forever cause the emails are one letter apart? Miiiight think about redoing this gentleman cause I love him soon B) ]]

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[Main!Verse Open]

Being thrust into command wasn't something he was ready for when it had happened six months ago. Hell, he still wasn't ready now, but Niles had an idea that no one really was.

But his crew was good, and he knew them well from the good chunk of time he spent aboard the SSV Bastogne as first just a marine, and then XO. There were only a few new faces he didn't know personally, and that definitely made things easier, if only a bit.

For now it was damn nice to just sit down and have a drink, hiding in the crowds of Purgatory. Strange how one man didn't seem to make a difference here, even when he had a synthetic eye. At least until someone locked eyes with him from a few feet away.

Well. Here goes.

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[Open]

Life in the Bureau wasn’t always easy. Especially for someone as new as Niles Hathaway. This was easily the first night in a solid two weeks he’s gotten away from the office; first night he hadn’t gone straight from work and to bed.

No, tonight he’d effectively decided ‘fuck the case’ this Redtail and Stiletto could wait a few hours. He needed some time to himself. Or. At the bar, to be more specific.

So there he was, planted firmly at the bar, a cool beer in his hand, tie loose around his neck, sleeves rolled to his elbows, thoroughly enjoying himself just listening to the banter of the people around him.

Niles was a bit surprised when someone slid into the seat next to him and actually made eye contact.

"Uh. Hi." He stated, rather awkwardly. Fuck, he needed more time around people and less around stacks of paper.

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[Open]

Life in the Bureau wasn't always easy. Especially for someone as new as Niles Hathaway. This was easily the first night in a solid two weeks he's gotten away from the office; first night he hadn't gone straight from work and to bed.

No, tonight he'd effectively decided 'fuck the case' this Redtail and Stiletto could wait a few hours. He needed some time to himself. Or. At the bar, to be more specific.

So there he was, planted firmly at the bar, a cool beer in his hand, tie loose around his neck, sleeves rolled to his elbows, thoroughly enjoying himself just listening to the banter of the people around him.

Niles was a bit surprised when someone slid into the seat next to him and actually made eye contact.

"Uh. Hi." He stated, rather awkwardly. Fuck, he needed more time around people and less around stacks of paper.

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Son, you've been double-teamed.

"I’ve been /what/?" Obvious confusion is written across Niles’ face. He had no idea what this statement was in reference to.

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Headcanons.

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Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon. Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon. Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon. Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send † for a RELIGION headcanon. Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

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[[PROBABLY DOESNT' COUNT CAUSE IT'S CAYNEMUN BUT I DIDN'T FOLLOW YOU ON THIS ACCOUNT YET SOOOOO YAY 200?

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#sorrynotsorry

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Midnight Runner {Mass Effect AU - CLOSED}

Out among the stars, surrounded by the void, the Bastogne cruised smoothly. She’d dropped out of FTL travel, guided from a mass relay near the Horsehead Nebula to the Attican Traverse. A report had come in from another Alliance ship that one of its fellows had been left stranded somewhere out in the Hades Gamma cluster. 

Recently, the commander had been informed that, along with the re-outfitting the ship, the Alliance Navy had ordered a powerful VI to be installed in the Bastogne—to aid operations. Not every ship had the benefit of a genius pilot like Jeff “Joker” Moreau. Not that the Bastogne’s flight lieutenant was poor…

The top brass just had a different agenda than those lower on the totem pole. 

"Advise checking near Farinata—receiving faint distress beacon from that area," the VI spoke with a light Australian accent and materialized as a holo of a tall, thin human male. It spoke to the Commander, skipping right over the Flight Lieutenant.

It was as though it knew who made the final call.

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Niles raised his brows at the sudden apparition, missing only a beat before moving on. He'd known about the retrofit, but this is the first time the VI had made an appearance.

With a glance from the holo back to the flight display. "Can you amplify the signal at all? Maybe we can work out what their distress signal is about."

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Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction (Winter version)

"I think I’m coming down with something."

"Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?"

"Bah Humbug."

"All I want for Christmas is you."

"Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!"

"I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…"

"It’s snowing outside!"

"We need to hide the presents."

"I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts."

"Wake up, I want my presents."

"I am not dressing up as an elf again…”

"Get out from under the tree!"

"That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen."

"Do you know any carols?"

"Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!"

"Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?"

"Nice sweater…"

"You’re so warm, don’t move."

"That snowball went right in my ear."

"We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!"

"But it’s cold outside."

"I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…"

"Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!"

"You smell like cinnamon."

"I think my teeth have frostbite."

"I’m going to be late, the roads are icy."

"You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer."

"Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat."

"You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?"

"I think I got some tinsel up my nose."

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@Gabe, Sandman

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"Ah, at ease, son," the obviously much older man responded, noticing Hathaway’s discomfort immediately. The last thing he needed was another on-edge agent to babysit; they already had several "interns" crawling around the place doing busywork and making Rogers crazy.

"And yeah, that’s as near as we can figure—just the ones we know for sure we can attribute to our guys. We’re callin’ ‘em Stiletto," he slapped the map near Louisiana, "and Redtail," and he swatted Illinois. 

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Niles nodded glancing up at the man before looking back down at the map, studying the spread. “This… Stiletto guy sure is prolific. A lot more so than his counterpart.”

The pins clustered around northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin were only half as many as the ones clustering southern Louisiana and western Georgia.

"Anyway, what do we know so far about the two?"

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"Well, to start with, we’ve got a psych profiler working on Stiletto—what you just pointed out is fucking significant, evidently," he ran a hand over his mouth. "His words."

He encircled Chicago with an index finger, “Redtail has…eh, different motives for his killing, which is why it’s less prolific…”

The agent seemed tired, forcing the sentences out with what little energy he possessed. His partner was oddly absent from the room. Perhaps that was the difference between them. Hathaway would likely have been able to observe that pattern, soon as he met Steele. 

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"You mean that Corsiva guy?" He'd only met him twice in passing; seemed confident enough. "Different motives? Do we know /Stiletto's/ motives?"

The other man's face was obviously worn, exhausted, it was obvious. Niles didn't feel much better, but he didn't look as bad as the older agent.

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[[Hittin' the sack. Night guys!

[lugoboi]

"No joke? Great for you, you sound like a smart one." he commented, pulling back his hand and stretching. "A rookie, then?" he said, smile coming to his mouth and eyebrow raising.

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"Yep. Seems easier that way." He nodded before laughing a little selfconsciously. "It's been less than six months, yeah."

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"Special Agent Hathaway." Niles corrected lightly. The term was still almost strange to call himself, too new to be comfortable. "Just getting my bearings for now. I’m not scheduled to be here until tomorrow."

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"Early bird, hmm? John Lugo, United States Army." Lugo replied, tugging on his hat a little and extending his hand. "Wishin’ you the best luck on the job, I suppose. Any reason you’re here a day off?"

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"Good to meet you, Lugo. Niles Hathaway, FBI." He took the extended hand, shaking it. "Got a bit of extra time from my prior commitments, and I like to get a feel for places before I'm expected to get to work in them."

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Lugo’s eyes narrowed. Not CIA, not Secret Service by a long shot.

"Something I can help you with, officer?"

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"Special Agent Hathaway." Niles corrected lightly. The term was still almost strange to call himself, too new to be comfortable. "Just getting my bearings for now. I'm not scheduled to be here until tomorrow."

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Niles had the distinct sensation of being watched. He stopped rifling through the papers on his desk, ceasing his quiet whistling and looked around.

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Oh shit that’s not who he’s supposed to be shooting. Hopefully he won’t get too mad about having a camera pointed at him.

"Sorry about that, I’ll delete it and be on my way…"

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"It's alright." Niles stated simply. He'd had /plenty/ worse happen to him, this was nothing. He looked over the man in front of him for a second. "Can't say I recognize you, though."