Oct 16, 2025
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uh meet ramsey and roone
ramsey is from scarlet
and roone is from violet
they are cousins, they weridly look like eachother tho
[Excerpt]: What Makes a Human Being
Dekker glanced around the sleek examination room, clearly either already bored or simply restless in a non-militarized space. Even at this point in his life, free of all but the most basic augments, he'd seen more combat hardware than civilian.
He paced from one corner to another, studying displays for cosmetic augmentations with a squint, glazing over flashy advert vids with disinterest. He was the antsy satellite to the calm center of the room: the girl and her doctor.
Her phalangeal augments had both been removed, the connection points at her wrists covered in the softly glowing apparatus that kept the tissue intact and clean while the doctor adjusted the artificial hands on his sidetable.
Eventually Dekker grew agitated enough to pick up a pen from the doctor’s tray, grin, and toss it at the girl with a mischievous: “Namona—catch!”
The pen bounced off her collarbone, her handless wrists remaining gently in her lap. But she did move to roll her head onto her shoulder and glare at him, lips twitching but remaining flat.
“Hmm,” the doctor intoned in his High Planet accent. “Are you military, young man?”
Namona snorted. “You can tell that by his terrible jokes?”
Dekker’s grin barely reached professional now, and he glanced slyly at the girl on the bench, smothering laughter, but he did stand a little straighter. “Sergeant Ian Dekker, Phoenix Squad, SMTI.”
“Hmm.”
The doctor’s wordless noise reeked of disapproval and something twitched on Dekker’s face.
“It’s to be expected," the doctor went on. "The training they put you through is meant to desensitize you to common decency. Anything that makes you human.”
Dekker’s relaxed expression went beyond a twitch and into stormy and he took a half step forward.
“Doc, it’s okay,” Namona was quick to jump in. “I don’t—”
The images paused, hovering on the coldly-illuminated screen in the dark lab. Maddy Stirling stared for a moment, fidgeting with her lower lip before reaching out and touching the tracking bar, dragging it backward a few seconds. The figures, displayed from a top corner camera whose recordings she now possessed, jittered and then settled. Another touch and the scene replayed.
“—desensitize you to common decency. Anything that makes you human.”
She paused it this time exactly on the emotional switchover on Dekker's face. Whispers under her breath rose in volume as she zoomed the image so his expression filled the screen.
“Angry. No, upset. At the doctor? The words make him distrust. Distrust the medical professional or distrust his superiors? Does he know? Could he know?”
She rewound again. To the first flinch of something after the doctor’s quiet hum. She followed the way the soldier's facial muscles twisted. It went beyond his features, she noted this time, tightening in his shoulders—slightly less broad without all of the plating and electronics--and winding down to his fingers. But why? Why why why?
“Hey, doc?”
The doctor grunted and waved her hand aimlessly at the voice. “Shh.”
Alix ventured closer instead, watching her replay the scene again. Recognizing the man, he abruptly leaned close over her shoulder. “Shit, is that Dekker? Is this what they brought back from that base?”
“Shhhh.”
“When was this recorded? Holy shit, he looks like another fucking person.”
“Shush! I am studying.”
The boy went quiet until, after three more repeats of those collection of seconds, he finally let out a huff. “Never seen him so pissed. It’s weird. Bet if that was our Dekker, he’d have killed the guy. He really doesn’t like him.”
“Shh—wait. Say that again.”
“It’s weird?”
“No, after that. The end bit.”
“Dekker really doesn’t like that doctor guy.”
“How can you tell?”
Alix only stared at her a moment before shrugging, shifting, glancing away. “I dunno—body language. The guy’s a dick. Normal hints.”
She looked back at the screen, blinking without speaking for a long moment. “I couldn’t see it.”
“Hey…doc…when’s the last time you ate?”
She didn’t respond, not even to glance at him. It was as though he’d ceased to exist. She just kept replaying the clip. Questions hardly registered. Nothing registered. She muttered to herself and watched two minutes of a time long gone, repeated over and over again.
Original purpose in the infirmary forgotten, Alix slipped out his datapad and sat down on one of the gurneys. When she had a lucid moment, he'd ask for access to these mysterious new files she had on Dekker. After all, even if they were hardly the most efficient duo, they were all the guy had now.
Not a hundred meters away in the crew mess, "the guy" in question had accidentally knocked over a glass—thankfully empty—and growled, briefly considering smashing it to slivers. Existential crises did that to a person. So did Venusian whiskey.
"Well, I know for a fact you're still a man." Cross leaned over the table to right Ian's glass and fill it again. "Know how? I can still get you drunk."
"That was one time." Dekker stared at the bluish-black liquid in the glass. He frowned, swayed a little. "...That was three times. And I don't...think intentionally disabling my filtration system counts."
"Shhhhhhh--drink." Cross pushed the glass back toward the cyborg. “If you can still say ‘filtration system’ you’re not there yet.”
“Not where yet?”
Dekker’s scowl vanished into mirth as his own words struck him as silly and he laughed. Laughed. Like this, he was almost human again. Fully and completely. He didn't care about the answer to his question. He closed metallic fingers around the glass with ginger practice and tipped it back against his lips.
Cross simply smiled, a little sad and a little fond. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out, Sparky.”
*adds Dr Meredith Blitzmeyer to my list of people that look like Jade Harley and that I desperately want to hang out with*