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nvthingmvtters: ...And you can hold me like he held her. And I will have you like nothing matters. Even when the cold comes crashing through. I'm putting all my bets on you. I hope they never understand us... (Hiatus)

high muses

jade winthrope

colby brenner

gloria mancini

emeric claiborne

#pinned info!

oscarhmtech

Shailene Woodley

#aesthetic core. jade w

Jade scoffed at Dr. Woodward's retreat. Just like the executives to throw their weight around and then leave when questioned. She seemed so sure of herself. As most tend to be in the corporate sphere. That's why she and her mentor referred to them as 'corporate shills' among their days doing the hard work. It never fails does it? A never ending cycle.

She moved with Rhett easily when he touched her lower back. A subtle nudge but one that felt like a lead right down to her bones. Assertive but not harsh in a way that she couldn't get out of it if needed. She can tell by that seriousness in his eyes. That tone dipping into something deeper, more sympathetic than what she's dealt with lately. What the doctor said about him signing a contract for money seemed to dissipate.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. Not to me." Giving him that was better than she's given a lot of people here. That's the thing. He's not part of this place. So his words actually carry a bit more weight to them. The genuine weight. "I'm... sorry about your friend. I understand." Tragedy is a bad thing. It wasn't just what Emeric did that day. There were other people, good people that became part of the company manifest. The loss of cargo is more profitable to them than its people.

She looked up at him then. Enough to search his face for that kindling that needs the spark. It's right there. Just like it's there for her. The mutual understanding of loss and what it's like to be screwed over by a big power organization. "I believe you," Jade spoke quietly, nodding her head, green eyes locked on him. "That you'll get us out of trouble. It's nice knowing that." She smiled a little. "But don't say you'll sacrifice yourself. Okay?"

Cameron watched that exchange with a tilt of his head. Nosy maybe but he saw that look on Jade's face. Something unguarded that's been missing. A real smile even. As he came a bit closer, skimming the hangar as a few minor crew that will keep the belly the ship working boarded, he caught that last bit.

After a pause, she walked past Rhett to grab her bag. That's when Cam closed in. Stopping beside the man, he crossed his arms. "Don't take it personally. She uh is still feeling a certain way after the leak here." It's known around the solar sphere let's say. Nothing can be kept under wraps with that many witnesses. Not even at Weyland-Yutani. "Think she's just scared to get people hurt. She likes you though. Trust me."

#muse. jade w #muse. cameron r #c. rhett l #c. ruby l #c. billie e #building better worlds. alien au

The appearance of anyone from Weyland's upper offices meant problems in her view. Especially this woman, who downright refused to make things easier these last few months. Something that Jade will not forget. Maybe she's becoming a grudge holder or the incident is still something she's struggling to work through. How many people were exposed and died? And how much did the company she works for care? Too many dead. Too little compassion.

"Hey, hold on." Jade interrupted, sidestepping over to Rhett. Her hand pressed to his arm in both solidarity over this wrench in the wheel, and a silent plea to still. Her eyes narrowed on the two soldiers flanking Dr. Woodward. She knew how these people worked better than anyone. They truly did not care about their employees in the bio contaminant leak. She doesn't want to see what they'd attempt to do with a freelance captain and his crew. They're civilians. "Nobody said anything about a representative. We're meant to head to our destination. Survey the corresponding planet and do research. Why wasn't I informed until now?"

Michelle looked Jade in the eye. "You're the lead scientific consultant on this project." She smiled, eyeing the younger woman's hand on the captain's arm. It seemed to draw a sharper curve to her lips. "You should know then, SO Winthrope, that Weyland-Yutani takes their work very seriously."

"And you, Captain," the woman continued, gaze fixed on Lawson with keen observation. He knew the drill. Whether he read the fine print or not. That's the thing with these freelancers. They'll do anything for a quick buck. "You signed a contract. One that will pay you handsomely. More credits than I'm sure you've seen in a very long time. You still get to pilot the ship. Think of it as easy money."

She cut a second look at Jade. Giving her a smile, she ignored the others there. "Don't worry. You won't be bothered until you come out of hyper sleep. Plenty of time to sleep off the issue, Captain Lawson. Good luck." With that the redhead turned on her heel, the soldiers following her out of the hangar bay.

Cameron whistled, shaking his head. "Sometimes I think we're in the wrong business..."

#muse. jade w #muse. michelle w #c. rhett l #building better worlds. alien au

seasonofhorror

ALIEN

1979, dir. Ridley Scott

#aesthetic core. alien au

erosedits

just like

#aesthetic core. jade w #aesthetic core. alien au #my badass wife

02vin

02-27-2023, 9 PM

#musing. cypress falls

Jade shifted away from Cam when Rhett finally noticed them. She hasn't seen him since that last project. The mining excursion that Emeric had... Her thought twisted up in her brain. Just thinking of him left her reeling from everything that's happened over the last seven months. She's oddly felt alone. More alone than she'd ever admit to her mother. Even if Cam was around it still felt as if she was submerged in some watery cocoon. Ever since that containment tube she's become more anxious of tight spaces.

Even with her mind racing, she managed to put on a smile. Helped that the pilot had a penchant for disarming without much thought. Not sure if he realized how easy that is. Guess she should be thankful he's the one leading this merry band of misfits. Herself included.

"Rhett Lawson," she countered with a warmer smile. Her head tilted towards Cameron briefly when Rhett got his name wrong. Pressing her lips together to stifle a laugh, Jade felt oddly light for once. "I didn't expect to see you back around here. I know Weyland has a bit of a reputation." Meaning not everyone agrees with what they have going on. It's the double edged sword. One that she's still trying not to get cut by.

She nodded to Ruby and Billie when he introduced them. "Nice to meet you too. There's plenty of anomalies up there we need to monitor. I look forward to seeing your data." Her response was to the storm expert before raising an eyebrow at Billie's impatience. "Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of campfire songs in the database backlog."

Cameron smiled at Billie. "Nah, she's spot on, Jai." After all a woman who can get greasy and not complain is okay in his book. Even if her captain over here can't remember people's names.

He would have said something but best not start off on the wrong foot with the guy that'll be keeping them afloat. Watching them get ready gave him an opportunity to lower his voice only for Jade to hear. "But your western star here seems to have Alzheimer's. Brian? Really?"

Jade smirked, patting the front of his jacket. "Oh, don't worry, Brian."

Wow. Really? "Hey..." he started but froze when several Weyland patched guards strode into the hanger bay. "Don't look now. Corporate shills."

The heels striking the floor leading to their departure belonged to one of those office leaders. Red hair standing out amid the drab scenery, Dr. Michelle Woodward's gaze fell on Science Officer Winthrope. Now lead scientific consultant on this mission. Something Michelle is aware came specifically from Dr. Emeric Claiborne's dossier. How fitting. The little protege gains a foothold. Expected from everything that has culminated over four years. Nearly five at this point. As someone who knows the ins and outs in this company, she looks at it one way. Sad. For a man to have such faith in a girl who hardly understands the full commitment it takes for what they're doing.

"SO Winthrope." Michelle addressed her with a genial smile. "I see you have your crew." Her attention passed over the others. Nameless faces bar the older man. He was part of that mining expedition where they found evidence of fossilized alien DNA. Along with other subspecies of fauna, much to the delight of their investors.

"You," Michelle turned to Rhett. "You're the captain on this mission. Rhett Lawson." A file memorized before coming out here to get this across. "Good. This entire research project is funded by Weyland-Yutani. And therefore a representative will be in charge of the operations." If he assumed he'd call the shots she has other plans. They all do. "As the rest of the skeleton crew board, you'll take the Strata Nova to the pre-statis coordinates. Set your course. Then go under. You'll then be briefed by our rep after you wake up."

#muse. jade w #muse. cameron r #muse. michelle w #c. rhett l #c. billie e #c. ruby l #building better worlds. alien au

loveridden1999

one thing you should know about me is that i condone violence

#musing. themes

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WEYLAND-YUTANI CORP // NETWORK TERMINAL v.5.6.8

[ SYSTEM DATA ]

ORIGIN: Weyland Yutani / MAIN HQ LOCATION: San Francisco, California / Earth DATE: Wednesday. February 25th. 2280

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Incoming message: Michigan Coordinates

You're a long way from home and you're doing fine. But don't think that stops me from sending my girl birthday wishes.

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The monitor glowed in the already highly fluorescent lab interior. An added layer of realism among microscopes, data points and the disinfectant that always managed to cling to her clothes no matter how much they're laundered. Jade read the digitized text like scouring a new star system. Something that she knew was out there in the vast universe but felt so very far away. That's how she feels about any corresponded from back home. Her mother's on time every week. This was an extra comm even if it's not a verbal communication.

She smiled despite herself. Right. It's her birthday. Funny how she nearly forgot. With the current workload she's not had much time to think outside of the proverbial box of Weyland. She typed a message back to send to Laurel. Keep her updated. That her daughter is still very much a leading scientist in the making. All due to the director of the main hub here. Doctor Claiborne breathes Weyland Yutani like the only source of oxygen in the world. He also breathes her in as if she's a sacred piece of data known only to him through sheer luck of the draw.

It's a strange, complicated sort of relationship. The mentor and the protege. He was the one who saw her potential. He snatched her up too quickly some might say. Those who pay attention in Weyland never seem to cross the line of speaking up. Not if they know any better. Most do. They let things go. She just saw an opportunity graced to her by a man who actually saw her. That's the twisted tangle of the complication. Even if this dance is professional, she can't but feel this is somehow more.

Jade's no longer a student. She's trained. She's put in the work that stretches brain and sometimes muscle. Working in this type of field required a resistance to problems. She's from Earth. Not some distant colony no matter how much they expand up there in space. She's born with the grit of earth under he feet, translating it to this is no different. The sudden hiss of a door drew her head around. Turning slightly from her work station, her space was laid out solely for one. Especially with the biocontaminant they have under lock down. She's been pulling her hair out along with the DNA sequence. Yet she didn't anticipate the company. Not yet.

"I thought the corporate shills were still meeting," she commented casually as if that's a predictable thing from her lips. Mainly it is. Even as a science officer for Weyland-Yutani, Jade's got her opinions.

Emeric paused near the lab door at her assessment of the corporate overlords. The men in suits who bark order and operations. While they are the ones in the thick of the reality of this place. The essence of evolution. Ah, the smell of disinfectant and wildflowers. He knows it well from her. She keeps a plethora of plants, grows her own flowers in a refined self contained garden. One to fit right into her quarters. An efficient way of bringing life into a sterile environment.

"The corporate chaos is a footnote in my daily activity." Confidently spoken and for good reason. Considering his access to high security levels all over the facility, he held up his credential card in that moment. One flick against the door scanner and the lab sealed shut behind him. "I find privacy is better under the circumstances."

Those circumstances, he noted, brought immediate curiosity across her face. He's not one to stare at a person. Or memorize much else other than sequences of genetics, fundamental points to endear growth in the structures of science they are enlisted to study. Yet that always became an easy observation. In four years he has cultivated a striking collection of Jade Winthrope's facial expressions. Her nuance is on par for the course of her skills. That is why she is here. Everyone who wants to be something in Weyland-Yutani strives for the best. She hardly had to try. Emeric's mentorship is the catalyst of her position. Oh but she earned it with her brain.

"What circumstances are those?" Jade lifted an eyebrow at his choice of words. Always the analytical sort this man. Although his type his a bit more charming than dry. "Besides the biohazard we're cataloging?"

"Oh, it is more potent I am afraid." Emeric stepped over to her work station. One hand remained behind his back the entire time until he stood by her chair. "I took the liberty of digging." He placed an acrylic display gently to her desk. The square plaque housed a pressed flower. A cherry blossom. Currently extinct. Such is the way of life and this is symbolic. "A gift for your birthday."

Jade stared at the glass sitting on a small metal stand. The blossom captured eternally inside, preserved in its vibrancy left her stunned. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Only thing she could do was pick up the little display. Her green eyes reflected in the glass. Super imposed on life still existing in artificial containment. Still, her breath seemed to hasten slightly. "You remembered." A simple thing to say as she looked up at her mentor. The man who saw something in her and never shut her down when she questioned.

His smile reflected satisfaction in her response. Partially pleased with himself, Emeric placed a hand on her shoulder. "Data is my specialty. As is preservation. How could I bypass the opportunity to gift a cherry blossom to the woman who lives in her horticulture?"

Something about that made her laugh. Living in plants is ironic. Knowing where she is now. That she left real nature to be here. She set the gift down and rose to her boots. Her head tilted as she studied his face. "I think your specialty may be questionable, Dr. Claiborne. Almost unsettling how well you know me."

Emeric's hand rose towards her head. His fingertips hovered near her hair without touch. "It is my job to know people here. But you? I believe you are the only exception to my clinical approach."

Whatever might have happened... Whatever he meant when he leaned his head closer to hers? She wouldn't know.

[SYSTEM ALERT] ... Biocontainment breached

Jade pulled back at the sound of alarms. Cascading in a hue of red, the lighting dipped into that warning siren of color instantly. She moved to her computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. "...there's a leak. On sub level one."

"That's directly below us." He moved to the lab door. Raising his key card to the scanner, Emeric's lips pressed into a thin line as the door negated his credentials. "Shit."

She pulled up the system database on her console. "I need access. To the override."

Moving her aside with a gentle nudge, Emeric typed in his security access code. Something that he left visible for Jade to observe over his shoulder. The sound of people yelling outside the lab grew louder. This level of leak will cause sectors to shut down. "Protocols are in lock. Doors are sealing four sub levels below and five above breach."

"That'll lock us in." She realized the obvious here. They'll be stuck with potential exposure. They're only one level above that sub level. That means contamination is imminent. "Emeric..." Jade had no chance to say more. He took her by the arm to pull her back to the door. Instinctively her free hand snatched at the acrylic encased flower to bring with her. Unnecessary but -

Override codes worked. Finally the door to the lab decompressed and shuttered open under his key card. He pulled her out into the chaos of moving bodies. Staff, security and the like were moving towards any exist they could find. A throng of people were banging against one of the steel doors. Already shut in the security lock down. "This way," he instructed, turning down an annex corridor.

Jade looked back to those people. "Emeric, the others..."

"Let them fall over themselves." He snapped, dragging her down to a high security panel. With his clearance he was able to open it. Pushing her ahead of himself, the director of this facility had no immediate concern for the others in his employ. Focusing on getting her away from the contamination, his shoulder lodged against a secure panel. Shoving it open for her to go through he followed into a darker hollow of the level.

Jade's boots landed on metal grating, vibrating up through her legs as she dropped a short distance from a ladder. This area was a complex she's never seen before. Equipment and machinery working to filter air and other natural systems through the facility itself. Yet it was the containment tube at the far end that caught her attention. "What is this place?"

"The underbelly." A simple answer as there was no time. He guided her across the grate, only stopping when a secondary alarm began to blare overhead. The biochemical is bleeding into this room. "Go! Now!"

The shove was hard against her back. Forcing her to fall face first inside the containment sphere. Catching her breath, she twisted around in the small enclosed space, already sealing her inside. Tight and claustrophobic. Her hand pressed to the glass, eyes wide as she looked out at Emeric at the control console. "Emeric, what are you doing?"

His head rose from the panel. A small smile curled the corner of his mouth. "You will be safe inside."

But there's only one. Only one that can fit a single person. With dawning horror, lights flashing from alarms filling her safe cage with red light, Jade shoved against the casing. "No! No! Emeric!"

"Don't worry," his voice is a soothing calm amid the chaos. "All big things have small beginnings, my love." With a press of a button he engaged the outer seal, covering up the tube itself.

Darkness flooded her confined space. Forcing her eyes to adjust to nothingness. As if she had been thrown into a void, safely breathing oxygen fed into the container from Weyland's backup filtration system. While he breathed in that chemical... "Emeric? Emeric!"

Seven months later

"Winthrope, rise and shine!"

Her hand slammed down atop her comm link. Swiping it off the table beside her bed, she turned over, holding up the device with a roll of her eyes. "Seriously, Ryan? Why the hell are you waking me up this early?"

"Cause we have a ship to catch. Priority one."

Jade's eyes fell shut, pressing the comm to her chest. The racing of her heart drummed a constant reminder of the dreams that plague her still. Seven months since that catastrophe. Seven and she's still a drip of sweat some nights. Not even being able to go to the infirmary complex had left her with terrible nightmares. One ways she feels responsible. even if it wasn't her doing. Weyland fucked up. Big time but who paid for it? While she, a lowly science officer, maintained and grew a step up due to Emeric's absence.

With a huff, she forced the blankets aside and pushed up out of her bunk. Shower and clothes are in order. Then it's off to do a mission she hardly felt was appropriate. At least for her state of mental health. Absorbing the fact they don't give a damn what happened at HQ only solidified her growing aversion of Weyland's bullshit.

"It's about time," Cameron greeted her in the hangar bay. Tugging his dark jacket on, he thumbed behind him where their science class hunk of junk was being prepped. The amount of people hovering in and out was a sign of how big Weyland-Yutani is. Even now years and years after crazy accidents. "Guess we're the next big ticket to outer space. Here's hoping the Strata Nova doesn't go missing like that one rig. What was it called?"

He turned when she moved past, following beside to keep up with her pace. "The Nostra...something?"

"The Nostromo." Jade answered, looking over to him. "Everyone knows that story." Or the version they're told. It's been years and years. Too in the past for a lot to recall outside of this.

Cam stopped when she did. Seeing those dark circles under her eyes made him drop the funny shit. For once he's not trying to pull her leg. "Hey, you know that biocontaminent leak wasn't your fault. You had nothing to do with that, Jai."

She felt that lingering tightness in her chest. Where her heart might burst through her rib cage like an alien presence. Right before the stress induced migraine set in. "Yeah, well, the science tech chosen over the actual director is still a thing." Even if she didn't make that choice.

Okay so she's still upset about it all. Understandable. He can't blame her and he also can't make her feel better. He tries. "Well, maybe this whole mission will clear your head. Distract you with that big brain of yours. I'm the grunt soldier type. The mechanical dude. You're..." Cameron motioned at her as he struggled to find the right word. "The Amidala of Yutani."

Jade snorted. Her lips formed a small smile for once. "Wow. That's so nerdy." She shook her head, crossing arms as she shifted to look back to the ship. Her smile waned.

And Cam saw that too. Her eyes locked onto the gritty old time near the cargo hatch. Okay so not old really. Just around the block or in this case the stratosphere. But Cameron knew Rhett Lawson to embody that space cowboy vibe that he's given Jade the side eye for in the past. Not their first rodeo working together. "Oh, yeah," he drawled, nodding at the man. "There's that too."