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nexus_crossings2016-08-25 10:52 am
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It is starting to dawn on Adia that this might not be the Nexus she remembers.
It is the first time in months that she has been able to leave New Caprica without risking awareness from either the Cylons or her fellow humans. She has never told anyone about the strange, wonderful place she stumbled upon, nor does she plan to. It won't be much help to the colonists, and it'd be a dangerous weapon in the hands of the Cylons.
But in the short time she has been sitting on a stone bench, reading an old paperback, she hasn't seen a single familiar face. And come to think of it, none of the landmarks look the same to her, either. True, the Nexus is always changing, but shouldn't she recognize at least some of it?
Curious, and a little nervous, she gets up and brushes off her dusty but serviceable coat, then walks over to a convenient Nexus computer terminal. That hasn't changed, at least.
How do you go about finding someone that you used to know? When is it not worth the risk to try and find them?
There is no giant blinking neon sign in her line of sight instructing her to ask a question, but she hopes someone answers anyway.
((ooc: Hey everybody, Adia is an OC from Battlestar Galactica, her timeline currently in the beginning of Season Three. I used to RP her at dear_multiverse on Livejournal, hence all the "not the same Nexus" references. She's a human with no special powers. Have fun!))
It is the first time in months that she has been able to leave New Caprica without risking awareness from either the Cylons or her fellow humans. She has never told anyone about the strange, wonderful place she stumbled upon, nor does she plan to. It won't be much help to the colonists, and it'd be a dangerous weapon in the hands of the Cylons.
But in the short time she has been sitting on a stone bench, reading an old paperback, she hasn't seen a single familiar face. And come to think of it, none of the landmarks look the same to her, either. True, the Nexus is always changing, but shouldn't she recognize at least some of it?
Curious, and a little nervous, she gets up and brushes off her dusty but serviceable coat, then walks over to a convenient Nexus computer terminal. That hasn't changed, at least.
How do you go about finding someone that you used to know? When is it not worth the risk to try and find them?
There is no giant blinking neon sign in her line of sight instructing her to ask a question, but she hopes someone answers anyway.
((ooc: Hey everybody, Adia is an OC from Battlestar Galactica, her timeline currently in the beginning of Season Three. I used to RP her at dear_multiverse on Livejournal, hence all the "not the same Nexus" references. She's a human with no special powers. Have fun!))
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Maybe there is some comfort you can take from it. Everything happens in cycles, and through that you know that one day your people may live a life like the one before all of this.It's a small comfort, but it's all he can offer.Certainly something to keep in mind.
That is the largest game of cat and mouse I've ever heard of. A dangerous one too, leaping into the unknown with the enemy at your back.
I'm afraid I cannot help you there. Technology is not my strong suit.
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That's what we were doing, for several months, until we found New Caprica. That's how I knew the Cylons truly hated us, because even after destroying life on every colony, they were determined to follow every last survivor.
What's the level of technology, on your world?
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In the grand scheme of things, the human lifespan is short. Inevitably someone else will repeat mistakes in one form or another. But perhaps not quite so disastrously. Or not for a very long time to come.
That could also be fear, my dear. Or both.
I think there's a space station around Earth, and a few jaunts to the moon, but no faster-than-light engines.
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You aren't the first person to suggest that they fear us. And perhaps, during the first Cylon war, they did. But they vastly overpower us now, in numbers and in fighting power. I don't know how they could still be afraid.
Just one moon? What's the moon like? Does your Earth use fossil fuels?
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As do I.
Fear is hard to unlearn, even when all the odds are in your favour.
Our moon is big and bright and beautiful. And yes, it does, unfortunately. There have been meagre attempts at making clean fuels, or using environmentally friendly sources of energy. They always seem more for show than earnest attempts.
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Talk of Earth is always a happier subject for Adia, even if she's disappointed to hear that Reynard's Earth uses fossil fuels. That's too bad, about the fossil fuels. Although I'm impressed you got to the moon with them. I don't think we would have developed inter-planetary flight without learning how to use tylium. (It's an ore found on asteroids.)
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My dear, I think it's admirable of you to want to understand them.He's sure there are plenty of people would rather focus their efforts exclusively on trying to destroy them.Nuclear energy is popular too, but I have no idea of that is what rocket fuel is made of. It would be easier to show you than for me to try and learn so I could tell you. I'm fairly certain I've never heard of asteroid fuel before though.no subject
I never saw him got angry, Not once. He wasn't a cheerful, happy-go-lucky sort of person, but he didn't hate anyone. He seemed very human to me.
But now, during the occcupation, I've met others, and they don't seem as human-like. They seem more shallow, personality-wise, but also more difficult to understand. It's unnerving.
It's okay, my understanding of rocket fuel ends with what I just told you. I'm a microbiologist, and the closest I got to physics was my freshman year of college.
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People change in war. We are different around are enemies. We need to be. Maybe these Cylons are the same, like their creators.A pause and then a moment later:It's a difficult situation to meet people in.
A scientist then. You really are an inquisitive mind! I'm a guide and outdoor activities instructor, so you still have a few qualifications over me on all of this.
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We did not create them to look human. That happened sometime in the forty years after they had retreated from the first war.
She smiles a little at the compliment. Your job sounds much more fun at the moment. What sort of outdoor activities? Do you ever teach horseback riding?
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They chose to look like you? That seems like a curious decision.He huffs a small laugh at her comment. 'More fun' sounds like a major understatement.
Not anymore. I used to. I used to own a couple of horses, and teach some of the local children how to ride. But I haven't kept animals in a long time now.
These days I do things like kayaking, mountain climbing, hiking, camping, and canyoning. I'll do near enough anything if it's interesting enough.
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Were the animals tying you down? I used to ride horses. Just about everyone did on Leonis. But the cost of owning one was a little out of my league, and then I was barely home once I started college, so it didn't seem worth it.
Those all sound like a lot of fun. Well, maybe not the camping. I think I've had enough of that lifestyle trying to live on New Caprica. I went paragliding once. That's probably the most adventurous thing I've done. Aside from running from genocidal robots, of course.
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If you ever discover a reason that meets your satisfaction, I would be curious to know.
His surge of pride falls away and he hesitates when it comes to giving his reason for lacking a stables.I didn't mind being tied down. I was very good at keeping them, in fact. Animals and I get along.
My work is Seasonal. I'm not very reliable during the Winter months. It wouldn't be fair on them to have a part-time owner. Do you have horses on New Caprica?
I commend you! Personally I prefer to keep my feet on the ground. I don't blame you for getting tired of camping, either. It lacks comfort and convenience, which is enjoyably novel at the start, but quickly wears away. Have you got buildings?
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That's great that you do. I don't think I could handle a high-spirited horse, but I'm comfortable around them, otherwise. I know what you mean, I didn't want to be a part-time owner, either.
His question stops her short. She forgets sometimes, when talking about animals, about what happened to them.
No. We don't have anything, aside from a few pets. The fleet has a biodome, but it was in orbit when the Cylons arrived and it jumped into hyperspace.
All those animals... if they weren't killed outright by the nuclear fallout, then the radiation would probably do them in eventually. She shakes her head sadly and tries to concentrate on the rest of the conversation.
It was fun, but a little scary. If you're acrophobic at all, I don't recommend it. We have some buildings. Not enough, unfortunately. Most people live in shantytowns.
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Of course, my dear. I'd be honoured.
It's all about how you talk to them. You have to show them that you're calm and controlled. Ah! You'll have me volunteering at the nearest stables!
That answer sobers him again. Earnestly he replies,
I'm very sorry to hear that. That's no way to end.It's probably fifty-fifty whether he'd be bold and dangerous or scared and ungraceful. Not something he's too concerned about finding out soon, either way.
Something you're fond and proud of, at any rate.
Do you have wood there? Something to craft shelters out of? Do you have Winters?
I was bound to screw up my html eventually. :P Sorry about that!
You sound like one of my former riding instructors. What other animals do you have experience with?
She appreciates his sympathy, but decides not to comment further. Painful enough, all the human lives lost, but to think of everything else on top of that is too much.
If she knew what he looked like, perhaps the image would be amusing to her. Scientists tend to be stereotyped as not liking sports or physical activity, so it's nice to have something surprising about myself.
No, unfortunately. The world is barely habitable. We built what we could with our own supplies, and crafted other shelters out of recycled material. The question of winter catches her off-guard for a moment. That's oddly specific. New Caprica doesn't have seasons -- at least where we live, close to the equator. It's cold, but not cold enough to snow. It drizzles a lot.
Perfectly fine! ^^
Oh, cattle, sheep, goats, pigs, hens, donkeys, cats and dogs, wolves… A fair few.
I presume it has water. It would be an extremely dangerous place to stay otherwise. You could maybe make clay, or mud buildings. They would be sturdier than tents.
Do you have any other sport you enjoy?
That last part shocks him. Legitimately shocks him. What self-respecting planet doesn't have Seasons?
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There is water. Too much, sometimes. I don't know if the mud would be able to dry. It might be worth trying. To be honest, Adia is a little sick of mud, considering how much of it is around her. But it is a good suggestion and she doesn't want to be dismissive.
I like to bicycle. I haven't done that in a while, sadly. I didn't usually play organized sports. It was too competitive, and I didn't like people watching me play, I was always worried that I'd screw up in front of everyone.
She's surprised and a little amused by Reynard's reaction. The only habitable part of the planet is along the equator. There are cycles of rain and not-rain. Mostly it just drizzles.
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I didn't train them or anything like that, but I did encounter them often enough to understand them.He hums aloud before typing,
That would be a problem. Maybe local rocks could be turned into a kind of cement.A pause and then,But that might make carving might a better option. I think I had best leave shaping your new land to you.
Never mind the robots and the oppression…That is a shame. Sports are meant to be enjoyable. Playing. Should we meet I promise never to make you feel judged for any activity you do with me.
What is that? A constant Autumn? You poor soul, no wonder you come to the Nexus!
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It's okay, I appreciate the advice. We're fortunate that we haven't lost information on how to do things, it's more a question of time and manpower. And tools, as well.
She smiles at the screen. You must be very encouraging as an instructor. I hope we do meet in person sometime soon. When I ask questions in the Nexus, I prefer text, but I'm not afraid of talking to people in person. Most of the time.
Autumn on Leonis was my favorite season. This is nothing like that. She feels annoyed suddenly, but not at Reynard. When we were still fleeing the Cylons in our ships, we had an election for a new President, but really it was more of a decision between two paths -- settle on New Caprica so we could avoid Cylon detection, or continue to look for Earth. I voted to keep looking for Earth. I wish I hadn't been in the minority.
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Beautiful from a distance, dangerous up close. Not beasts to underestimate or mistake for common dogs.
That is always the issue in the end: Time. Well, you'll either get there eventually or find somewhere nicer. With a bit of hard work either way.
He actually snorts a little at that.
It depends on who I'm instructing, but for you, I'll always be encouraging. I also hope we meet in person. I'm a regular here and not hard to spot, so you may spot me before long.
Not too difficult, however, with there being a fifty-fifty chance of choosing a Reynard-approved Season.Autumn is a good Season to like.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn't it? At least you know now, given the chance to try again, that it would be better to continue searching.no subject
The Cylons live on their ships. They haven't offered to help us build better housing. Just the detention center.
Well, I appreciate it. I don't do well with boot-camp style instructors. I'll keep an eye out for you when I'm here. She doesn't bother to ask what he looks like. If she can handle meeting sentient robots in the Nexus, she can handle anything.
If we ever escape the Cylons, I hope we try to find Earth again. Sometimes I wish there was a way I could tell people that I've been to Earth -- in another universe -- without sounding like I've gone crazy. I know I could take someone somewhere via my PINpoint, but I'm so afraid that the Cylons will find it.
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More often than I was comfortable with. There aren't any where I live now, which makes for a change of pace. Even if I do almost miss them.
Not exchanging descriptions makes it rather like a game, which is always interesting.Then you truly aren't allies. At least if they were pretending properly, would they not help you? They might put in features you dislike or protest against, but on the surface they would be kind, benevolent people.
And I you.
When faced with temptation like that I find it helpful to imagine how such a decision might be thought of in hindsight. At least you are not alone in being a person here who must keep this place a secret. Really, there should be a support group for it already.no subject
They tried, at first. They shared some of their resources. Sometimes I feel like it's a game to them, and every so often they get bored of us and put us back on the shelf. They don't need to eat as often as we do, or as much. They sleep less, and they can survive with fewer material possessions. Maybe they don't understand how much a human needs to survive.
Do you keep this place a secret as well? I'd be happy to start a support group. The Nexus has plenty of chairs and free coffee. You'll have to bring the doughnuts, though. :)
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A bit of both, depending on when and where I was. The place I live now is cold, wet and wild. Most of the larger animals have been hunted to a pittance of what they once were. In this part of the world wolves are extinct now.
Ah yes, the trials of being under the thumb of beings who are different to you. I assure you, however, that humans can treat each other just the same when they war against each other. It follows demonising our enemies.
Not with any difficulty. I'm used to having to keep secrets. Although I would never turn down a chance to meet interesting people such as yourself on a weekly basis.
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