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This is Gaheris Rhade and I've returned from a brief scouting expedition- [and he adds because Dylan had announced his alone-time.] -after unexpected delay. [Unexpected delays being a lot on his mind and curiosity about anything remotely dangerous.] Does anyone know anything about the body of water that used to be where the Wasteland now is?

I can't determine much. [Other than there was a dome in the middle of it. A lit dome. And he highly suspects it's the cause of that body of water being gone.]

Perhaps this is a very typical inquiry, but what have I missed?

*OOC: I need a way to break off the end of a boneblade for Loki's plot and am open to ideas, accidental and purposeful for ingredients.

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Like I care about the quality of company.

[A beat.]

Just don't do it again. Otherwise I'll have to haul you back by the scruff of your neck myself. Look, I get it. The need to be alone to sort through stuff. But you're not as alone as you think.

[Okay, that's about as touchy feely as she's willing to get.]

[He can't promise that, because he knows himself.]

I was trying to be alone.

[He supposes he should explain, at least a little.]

Whatever happens to me in the future, I'm walking into it knowingly, and I have no animosity for the people responsible as they were just defending themselves. We Nietzscheans at least have the benefit of not bearing anyone ill will for doing things that they must do.

But we also don't destroy habitable planets- I suspect that's what the domes will eventually do to this one.

How did that work out for you?

[She doesn't want to admit to how concerned she'd been]

So you were told who kills you. That's gotta be a lot to process. What's a Nietzchean? Is that your race?

[For once her tone isn't judgmental. Maybe it's because he's made a good impression.]

It is. My ancestors were genetically engineered to survive in harsh conditions, to be creative and strong. To be independent. But

I'm a would-be traitor. I've been talked out of it, but if history had progressed along the expected path, I would have turned against my military for betraying my people. I intend to try to change history now that I'm more aware.

But if I don't recall what I've learned here, if I can't go back, then I will place my faith in parties that don't deserve it and I will die. [And from what he's heard, by his own choosing, which is a monumental shame to what he is.] For someone whose culture is steeped in survival, it's a lot to take in. [Not to mention that his own people fail him as certainly as the Commonwealth did.]

It hasn't happened yet. And if you need to fight it, you will.

[She may not know Rhade well, but her gut tells her that he's not a traitor. Or if he is? He has his reasons.]

Where are you?

I'm at home. [Home is a strange way of putting it, but it's the best that he has right now. So he'll use it.]

Can I come and see you?

[There's an odd vulnerability in her tone. She's uncertain of where she stands with him.]

[He can't really understand why she does. He told her he's a traitor, and potentially dangerous. But he's greedy and selfish, and he's spent days alone. Now he wants the company.]

I would like that.

[He doesn't have to tell her twice. She heads out to the place where he and Captain Hunt are holed up. She has some 'shine with her, but really? She just wants to see him and reassure herself that he's okay. She knocks on the door, fidgeting a little on the doorstep.]

[He's alright looking when he opens the door. He heals quickly, so he's a shade darker and just a little tired looking, but that's more the thought he's been putting into things.]

Come in. [He holds it open for her with his shoulder.] I see you brought company. [He nods toward the bottle.]

[Kara heads inside towards his room, tossing him a look.]

I brought something to celebrate you getting back in one piece. But hey, I'm open to other ideas...

[He follows after her, hands folded behind his back.] I won't argue. I think that's a worthwhile celebration, and it was my intention all along.

[Though he doesn't exactly feel as though he's in one piece. He's actually more aware of a fracture he had barely contemplated before.]

[As soon as she gets into Rhade's room, Kara spins around and starts to give him the once over, checking to see how he really is.]

I told your Captain that I thought you were a testosterone fuelled idiot for running off.

[She confesses, flashing him a rueful sort of smile.]

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Ah. He only called me a "reckless" one. [He holds up his hands in mock surrender, letting her check him.]

I have exceptionally sensitive hearing. Nothing was able to sneak up on me, and there were enough left over land formations and boats to sleep safely around.

[She tilts her head at him.]

I get called that on a daily basis. Good thing you didn't get yourself killed, otherwise I would have been really pissed.

[Kara surges forward and kisses him on the lips. But then she pulls back, realizing how forward she's being.]

[He's surprised enough that it takes him a moment to pull his hands from their position, resting them on the sides of her face lightly before she pulls away.

And he blinks.]

I suppose the point was I wanted to survive, but- [- I've already lost my life. He cuts off, then he steps forward and hugs her. Still baffled, but unhappy that she's so unhappy (and with himself for letting all this affect his judgement). He's not very good at being supportive. This is what he can manage.]

[Starbuck's not used to hugs. They always feel...like more than she's prepared for, even if she ultimately wants them. Rhade's hug makes her feel awkward, as if the kiss didn't already do it. She pulls away, moving to touch the sculpture he has in his room.]

Hunt might not be from your reality, you know that, right? Even if it's already happened for him, it doesn't mean that you do the same thing in your own timeline.

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It's complicated. If I manage to return I'll have options I didn't have before. [He sits down on the floor, sliding down to it with his back against the wall.]

I've been trying to warn Dylan about a coming attack. Trying to lead him into finding out in a way that won't get me killed by either side... [He's quiet.] According to him, he doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late. So right now, I don't know. Just that I have to do something- bother here and there.

[She doesn't like seeing Rhade so rattled. Instinctively, she moves to sit down next to him. Words of comfort have never been her strong suit, so she just offers her presence, her side pressing lightly against his.]

Had to be hard, trying to get that message through. But I get it, feeling like you have to do something about it.

Nietzsche said to accept your choices and your acts as decisions that you've learned from. I can do the same with ones that I haven't made yet, if I understand the circumstances.

[Though he doesn't, and won't, sound pleased with the consequences he now has to deal with.]

What happened while I was gone?

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