MUTINY !

vorna darne. cyborg. soon to be captain of the proxima team.

[vornadarne]

thesoldiier​:

perhaps he’s slurring his words, or perhaps vorna is just incapable of understanding them beyond a slew of syllables. it’s getting worse, the spinning. all she hears is blue, and suddenly that’s all she can see. a seed planted in her mind,in more way than one. and his skin changes, tinting deep and blue likes the oceans of her planet. and it’s not enzo anymore, it’s her eldest brother, the one who used to make her do exercises to ‘make her better at holding her breath’, which really just meant holding her head underwater until the bubbles stopped. 

she steps back, no words, just a defensive pose. the knife in her arm unsheathes and she awaits an attack, her teeth bared. the man she’s staring at is not her friend, but instead the family she’d feared since she was young. 

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@melara-idhill​

everything was spinning. vorna could register that melara was looking at her, but it looked like the featured of melara’s face were dripping, sliding down and shifting around. as if the woman was melting. “as your commanding officer,” growled vorna, “i am ordering you to stop making that expression.”

[vornadarne]

@thesoldiier​

“ugh, my head hurts. why is everything spinning? enzo, are you alright?” 

[vornadarne]

mithrani​:

“I’m here because it’s too late to leave me back at base.” Her antennae flashed with irritation and she took a deep breath, slipping back into the a nicer demeanor. This was going to be one long mission. “Of course, co-captain. Do you want me to do anything during this mission?”

“Precisely. I’m glad you are bright enough to put that together,” which was a statement as close to a compliment as Vorna would get. “Well, if you are going to be here try not to be a burden. Make sure we have plenty of tape and, I don’t know, serve as reassurance to the more weak and feeble member of the team who feel they will need medical assistance.” 

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@adrestiacull​

“our front hull panel has been ripped off!” vorna growls, trying to brace herself as she limps down the shaking hallway, “if you know anything about ship repair go help tergi!” 

[vornadarne]

@floridasman

“monty!” she shouted, already forgetting to use his nickname as promised. she was too angry. “get out of that chair now! you are not authorized to land this ship!” 

[vornadarne]

mithrani​:

“Unless you can find a way to make someone with an infection live off tape, a toolbox and sheer force of will, I’m staying on this plane whether you want me to or not.” 

“It’s a short mission, no one who is strong will succumb to infection in a mere matter of days,” she argues, completely ignorant, but stubborn, “And you will stay. Only because it is too late to make you leave.” 

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floridasman​:

❛  aye,  aye.  ❜  monty  nodded  in  affirmation,  saluting  vorna  as  she  threatened  his  life.  dumb  and  easy  to  trick  were  two  major  hallmarks  of  monty’s  being  and  though  it  wasn’t  necessarily  true  that  vorna  was  tricking  him,  easy  to  trick  sounded  better  than  dumber  than  a  box  of  fucking  rocks.  regardless,  that  trademark  stupid  smile  was  back  on  his  face  as  he  said.  ❛  hey  !  look  at  us  !  we  have  our  first  inside  joke. if you call me ethel, i should give you a nickname too. what’s your last name ?  ❜

vorna wasn’t often fond of other people. this was an obvious fact, but the fact that there were any exceptions to the rule at all was surprising. monty happened to be one of the few exceptions, probably because he posed no threat to her whatsoever. his dismal rank made it easier for her to treat him well. it was backwards, but she actually respected him more since he wasn’t biting at her heels. but at his sentence her face fell, ego wounded, “are you telling me you don’t know the name of your superior officer? you would dare to casually call me by my first name?”  

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thesoldiier​:

enzo nodded along to vorna’s words – he didn’t doubt her, not even a bit. in his head, he made a note of asking tergi for help if he needed it. the scenario seemed unlikely, but still. “it’s always good to have a capable technician around, especially now. who knows what the ship – and ourselves – will look like once the mission ends.’

   “go wild–” he said, throwing the can to her. then, after a pause, he spoke again– “that… doesn’t sound right. what i meant was that there’s no–  uhh, just use as much as you need.”

she scoffs at his words, “don’t be so melodramatic. if you play your cards right you won’t get a single scratch on you this mission. just learn to send the pawns out first.” it was her ego speaking. perhaps she identified with him because it was also a cyborg, but she projected her own invincibility complex on to him. 

she grabs the can out of the air, swiping it up with practiced deftness. a small smile cracks at the edge of her lips, “i will. . .go wild.” 

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tergi​:

         ‘  and punching them is going to fix that  ?  ’      the bureaucracy had not exactly been kind to tergi either. hell, he should have been retired by now, but they just kept sending him back out, but he doubted a punch to the face would fix even his smaller scale problems, and hers seemed to be more all encompassing. can you punch the galactic political system in the face? he wasn’t sure if you could, or how much more effective that would be either. goddamn kids making him think about this kind of shit.

"couldn’t hurt,” she replied, the extreme and ironic inaccuracy of that statement flying over her head. no government system was perfect, and while the corps leaned to the side of the utopic, there were still many injustices that were caused by the inherent hierarchy. vorna, of course, was not really thinking about overthrowing the corps for the sake of revolution of behalf of the oppressed. she was thinking about giving her family a middle finger from the pedestal of ‘head of the nebula corps’.  “why are you so keen to defend them?” 

[vornadarne]

captainbreville​:

“Yes, you are free to go! Dismissed!”

They wait until Vorna turns and starts walking, and with a flurry of little metallic clink-clink-clinks they catch up, walking alongside. They have to walk quite quickly to keep up with her stride, but Breville’s used to that. Most beings have much longer legs than them!

“You know,” Breville continues, as if they hadn’t just let Vorna go, “with this sudden new destination we find ourselves barrelling toward, I would understand if you’re feeling anxious!” Vorna is very emotional, they have observed. Not that this is a bad thing! But she seems to feel many things. “Cabbie seems to be a very compulsive entity, but I have to admit, going to the Alpha Planet is real exciting! Are you processing this new change in a productive manner?”

Vorna turned her back to them and began to exit through the open airlock doors. But just as she was about to be free they spoke again, like they were intentionally yanking on her leash. Being lower ranking than this glorified children’s toy was beyond insulting. 

“I’m not anxious!” she snaps. That might have been true. Vorna was never the best at identifying her emotions beyond anger, so if she was nervous she’d just redirect the energy into her incessant rage. “Cabbie is an impulsive, mal-programmed  android that needs to be put out of commission. But regardless of that fact I adapt quickly and will utilize his incompetence to further my career.” 

“You’re the one who needs to process the fact that there is already insubordination on this ship and it occurred before we even left.” 

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melara-idhill​:

“are you kidding me? how can i not find anything good. it is a whole planet!!” she said, stretching her arms out. “i will not. i’ll have you and the others around!”

mel was so optimistic it made vorna want to puke. vorna couldn’t handle the ‘look on the bright side of things’ personality. the bright side hurt vorna’s eyes. “you’ll get yourself killed before you can catalog anything. and if you try to study me i’ll be the one to kill you.” 

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captainbreville​:

For a long, long moment, Breville continues to stare. Face-screen tipped upward to face Vorna, that vacant smile still displaying, unchanging. Just two circles a little too far apart, a little v for a mouth.

A quick check of the ship’s logs reveals the spectrum scan has, in fact, not been analyzed. Vorna’s face is currently displaying Anger. She seems to display that a lot around Breville.

Just as the silence starts to get awkward, or one might have started to wonder if Breville’s programming had somehow frozen, they chirp, “Okay! Keep up the good work, Co-Captain! I have faith in you!” And then, “If there’s anything else I can do to continue improving your morale, please let me know!”

She found them undeniably unsettling. Most other creatures had a readable expression or body language she could decode, but their lcd screen face seemed to always display the opposite of what she expected. It was creepy. 

Worse than that, they were capable of hiding their emotions, but Vorna was not. Not only was the power dynamic between them uneven due their rank, but they had an emotional leg up on Vorna. 

Vorna listened to them and huffed out a frustrated exhale of recognition. Standing at the edge of the room, she waited for a moment, knowing that she had to be officially released from the conversation by the captain. But the longer they held her here the longer it would take for her to fix her mistake. “Am I free to go?” 

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adrestiacull​:

“I actually started with the corps as a independent contractor…frankly, I was always in it for the opportunities more than the money,” Adrestia divulges with a shrug, “I guess you can only have the best of both worlds for so long,” she rues, looking around the ship, deciding that having foolish teammates was certainly worse than idiotic clients. “Would you ever quit to corps? Or are you in too deep to jump ship?” Adrestia asks. She doesn’t have much invested in Vorna’s answer, but she’s certainly curious, nonetheless. 

“why’d they demote you? you fail them somehow?” it was a blunt question, her tone blunt and uncaring, as if she wasn’t actually curious. but vorna was actually quite invested in this conversation. she wondered if an independent contractor was higher ranked than a captain. she doubted it, but it was worth knowing. “the corps are the most powerful organization in the known universe. so if i become the most powerful person in the corps then . . .” she didn’t ever really think beyond that goal. “well, you seem tolerable enough to work with for now. we just have to endure the others.” 

[vornadarne]

captainbreville​:

“Haha! Oh, Vorna, your jokes continue to tickle my non-existent humor protocols,” Breville beams.

Nebula Corps will not fire them. They have a near-perfect safety rating! They designed the new Delta Class fusion core protocols! They’ve only ever lost one crew member, and that was because said crew member decided to retire and start working at Space IKEA in the middle of a mission! A totally understandable thing to do!

“Hey, quick question though, I thought I asked you to work on analyzing the long-distance spectrum scan HQ took of the Alpha Planet. Are you multi-tasking? Because licking your lips in anticipation of my firing isn’t super useful right now.” They stare at Vorna with a vacant smile on their face-screen.

Vorna was always a very passionate person, although she would go to great lengths to deny this fact. If you were to ask her she would state that she is a perfectly cool, calm, and collected individual. But her employee record said otherwise. And so would literally anyone who’d ever met her. 

When it came to Breville she was constantly fighting the urge to punt that little fucker through the window. Their constant cheeriness was enough to make Vorna want to barf. But the fact that they were either privy to her animosity and just ignoring it or blissfully unaware drove her out of her mind. It was easier to be hated by everyone, at least that was definite. It was sure. 

She scoffed at their words, as if they was asking some ridiculous, “Of course I already did that. Not like it’s hard.” Doubly untrue. She’d forgotten do to that and it was an incredibly difficult task for her. “And you are incorrect. My anticipation of your demise is doing wonders for morale.” 

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thesoldiier​:

enzo cracked a small smile, but it only lasted miliseconds. “does tergi usually do that?” then he nodded at vorna, afterward popping open a medium-sized, drawer-like container a few steps away. “i’ve got anti-scuffing additive and friction modifier, a brand new can of each. got a preference?”

“no, but i’m sure i could strong arm him into it. he’s really the only one on this crew competent enough.” she crosses her arms over her chest, as if impatient already, “friction modifier.” if he was looking for some appreciation or gratitude he wasn’t going to get any. although, secretly, she was relieved. 

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tergi​:

        ‘  no.  ’       he technician replies, rather emphatically.  ‘  that would be a terrible idea.  ’  and then a question; one that, as soon as he says it, he regrets posing.  ‘  ――  why do you want to punch them  ?  ’

vorna recoils at his response as if he is the one saying something absurd. “because those fat cat politicians sit in their fancy chairs telling people what to do and exerting their power over others. power that they have done nothing to earn.” she did not finish the sentence with the truth: ‘and that’s what i want to be doing’.  additionally, she had no proof to back up her claim but she’d argue it to her death.