revivalproject | → 002 | action

WHO: Sameen Shaw and OPEN
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Shaw is taking her new job very seriously.
WHEN: Late December into early January
WARNINGS: N/A for now!

It's been three weeks and change, and while it would be a stretch to say that Shaw has settled in, she at least feels like she's gotten a good handle on the lay of the land. Beyond the basics (new planet, space travel, drafted by aliens who need their help) and the logistical matters (Data Points, communication devices, replicators), the ultimate conclusion that Shaw has come to is this: she's not going to be given any sort of direction from above, and so it's up to her to figure out how she's going to pull her weight around here. The people that she's met so far have largely been cooperative and communal, a real bunch of team players who value things that she also values in an abstract sense, but that she's never been any good at providing on a personal level: looking after the young and the vulnerable, making sure that people are cared for, fostering peace and hope and goodwill towards man and all that mushy crap.

So what's a girl to do when she's not the type to decorate trees and hand out presents in the city square, but she still sees the value in protecting other people's ability to do just that? She signs herself up for security, grabs a big gun, and sets out to patrol the city, that's what. According to the crew rosters, only a handful of other people have picked the security expertise, which means that only a handful of people can fully defend themselves. As far as Shaw is concerned, that means that people like her are here to pick up the slack.

She's not necessarily obvious about it. When she sits on a rooftop for hours and surveys the streets below for danger, she's easy to miss. When she patrols down on ground level, though, she's a little more conspicuous, especially since this doubles as urban exploration: and in the absence of bad guys to fight and with the memory of that one girl falling down a hole still fresh in her mind, this turns into an impromptu safety inspection. "Hey," she might say, popping her head out of a broken second-story window and as she calls down to a passer-by. "You know where I can get spray paint? There's a lot of sagging floorboards up here; I wanna write some warnings on the walls."

The wilderness around the city is where most of the real danger lies, she knows, and so if she spots someone heading out of town - particularly if they're alone, and particularly if they're weaponless - she'll drop what she's doing and approach. "Need back-up?" she'll ask. "Been a while since I've roughed it, but I can hold my own."

Shaw has always been good at moving forward. It's easy enough to accept this as her new life, because there's nothing much left for her back on Earth: just Lionel, who she knows will get along fine without her, and Bear, who she knows Lionel and his kid will take good care of. She misses New York, misses the restaurants and delis and the way unplowed snow sparkles in the moonlight at night, but she can exist just fine without it. She misses her team, but her team is dead, and that's that. Here on Agra 10, she has Root's leather jacket to keep her warm, and she has a cool new gun to help her protect her new crew, and she has her legs to keep her moving forward. And that will have to do.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

While Wesker is also signed up for Security most of the time he tends to switch expertises whenever necessary. He also doesn't default to carry any of the provided weapons around. At least not in any notable way. One of the smaller models that he has done some work on however is holstered under his coat, as is his personal weapon. Not that either sees much use. Which, all things considered, is possibly for the best.

Needless to say that having this young woman show up to offer what he can only assume is protection is enough to earn her a brow being raised over the rim of the tall man's sunglasses. Then he shrugs.

"I am in no position to stop you." He answers simply and proceeds on his way. It's not like he is leaving Temba to seek out some secret hideout or whatever.

"Not what I asked," she says dryly, though she'll follow along for at least a few more paces. "You're heading out alone; do you want a spotter with a big-ass gun or not?"

Her dryness is mirrored in a short sound that may have an undertone of bemusement. "A big-ass gun has no value in the hands of an amateur." Wesker replies with a small gesture of his hand. It's a simple fact as far as he's concerned and one reason why he doesn't think simply arming everyone will solve anything. "How good is your aim?"

It's a fair enough question, she supposes. With the way things are set up, she's pretty sure any random crew member could just grab a gun and carry it around regardless of whether or not they have security knowledge - and that's not even touching on whether or not they have training and experience from home.

"You see the circle on that sign there?" she asks, nodding at a sign hanging on an abandoned and derelict shop front where one of the alien letters does indeed look like a little circle. Lifting her gun, she takes aim and fires, and the energy pulse beam burns a hole right through the center of it.

Wesker watches the demonstration with well cloaked interest. He can tell if someone has experience in using weapons. It's not just about firing and aiming, but also about being able to handle them safely and with the caution a potentially deadly tool needs to be handled with.

He does give a small nod at what he sees. "Acceptable." Wesker's attention returns to the woman. "Though neither of us should be firing any weapons within the city while there is no active threat present." He has had this discussion with Tommy already regarding the reckless use of his powers.

"You have experience." Wesker acknowledges as he turns to resume his way to leave Temba.

That first comment gets a muttered Killjoy in response - though there's no sign that she's seriously annoyed, and she doesn't take any more potshots.

"I was in the military. And I did freelance stuff for a couple months after that; lotta gunfights in that job."

Military. Well, that checks. Maybe the Agrii have finally started to realize that they should bring in a few more professionals rather than continue to flood the planet with more self-proclaimed super heroes.

"There are going to be notably fewer gunfights here." Wesker says in return. "This place makes up for it by being littered with idiots that consider themselves immortal."

Shaw, an idiot who often acts as if she considers herself immortal, frowns slightly at the mention of fewer gunfights.

"So... we're looking at search-and-rescues more than fighting bad guys? Do the Agrii ever pull in bad guys by accident?"

"More research than search so far." And unless one of their own is being clumsy again, there isn't much rescuing going on, either.

The term bad guys earns her a frown. "You are starting to sound like one of our self-proclaimed super heroes." Wesker remarks, unimpressed. "If you're not careful they will try to make you their designated villain just to glorify themselves by saving the day from yet another non-existent threat."

"Well, that sounds weirdly specific," she says dryly. "What 'non-existent' threat did they see in you?"

That question is met with a short, humorless chuckle. "I dare to point out the errors they make, what else?" And maybe he beat up Tony Stark to prevent the man from foolishly killing himself by trying to fight an erupting volcano, but that's beside the point.

"Yeah, not buying that that is enough to make people see you as a threat. A annoyance, maybe."

But honestly, even if he is a bad guy, that'll spice things up a bit. She certainly doesn't seem in any way afraid, and shows no signs that she's considering ditching him and heading back to town.

"At least tell me this research we do is hands on. I don't do desk jobs."

"Smart." Wesker acknowledges. He has no intentions, however, to share anything specific. People know he can be dangerous if he wants to be. But he has no reason to do anything but try to leave this place. And in order to reach that goal Wesker may need to keep people alive.

He drops that topic.

"I will keep that in mind for the next time I need someone to run an errand for me. But this trip right now concerns a simple experiment in adaptability."

"I'm also not an errand girl," Shaw says, wanting to nip that line of thinking in the bud. "What kind of experiment in adaptability?"

Wesker raises a chiding index finger. "Don't reject a mission before listening to the briefing." He might have some tasks that let her shoot things after all.

That same hand makes a short waving motion. "I transplanted some of Temba's flora out here several months ago."

"Oh, I'm definitely not turning anything down." Not when this is the first hint of real work she's heard since arrival. "Just making it clear that I don't come and heel when called."

Well. Not always, anyway. She's still a soldier, at the end of the day, and soldiers do follow orders. She's just a bit more choosy when it comes to whose orders she takes now.

"You trying to grow food for the community?"

"And I don't need a dog." Wesker returns. "I merely prefer to work with those that know what they are doing and are able to adapt to unexpected situations." A trait that is a must for a good soldier as far as he is concerned. A trait he had made sure to ingrain deeply while training the members of S.T.A.R.S.

The question earns a short chuckle. "Not quite. I am merely researching the make-up of our environment and how it might affect us."

→ 002 | action | OTA

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

*AN ANNOYANCE; oops @ me, i swapped out the word and forgot to accommodate for the new initial vowel

no subject

no subject

no subject