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"They don't kill you. Here they can and will. There's no dishonourable discharge. Just a ******** bullet."

Rep went from his over the top grand gesturing to immediately dropping all of his enthusiasm and giving Ro a very cold, very focused glare, his tone clipped and irritable. "They desummon. Into a totem form." He gestured with a finger to the two hoop earrings at the top of his right ear, but didn't drop the snarling hostility in his tone. "Those earrings are Tracey."

"And no, I can't summon him to show you. Because, if you must know." Despite not having asked. "I killed some old ******** woman on a mission or whatever. Got in trouble for disobeying orders. Weapon lockdown. So I'm stuck greeting the pod fodder for the time being till I can get back to being a ridiculous ******** badass okay? Its just a ******** temporary setback, so don't push your ******** luck by being nosey or when I get him back I'll introduce him to you." He'd leaned in uncomfortably close to the other man's personal space as he talked, and finally moved back, seeming to relax a bit, at least for a given value of relaxed.

"You get the weapon after this. There's a room with stone tablets in it. Those are the sleeping weapons. They choose you, not the other way around. You'll know yours when you see it." He looked him up and down. "I don't envy it, its going to have to work ******** hard to compensate for you."

It was satisfying how easily the other man folded to his intimidation and he couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "Good. You know when to back the ******** off. That at least is a ******** survival trait."

A thought, bouncing up and down in the corner of his mind for some time, finally got his attention and he raised a brow, right, things had been ruined by the phoenix and their assault on the facility. The weapons cove had been one of the casualties of that. It wouldn't be the same place he'd bonded to Tracey.

"Well. The old weapon's cove got kind of wrecked recently. A lot of s**t got kind of wrecked. Including a lot of dorms. Like I said, this place is a shithole. So I'm guessing there's some sort of place where they are keeping the weapon tablets we do have. I'd ask a labtech, might as well make those lazy ******** do something for their wages."

He headed towards the door of the pod room, collaring one of the passing techs with a snarl of "Oi." The other man gave Rep a somewhat comprehending and then disdainful look, yet another person who had heard of the abrasive sun hunter. He rolled his eyes in a "why me?" gesture.

"Here, take this new guy to the ******** weapons cove. Wherever the hell it actually is. You nerds are the ones who know this s**t. I did my duty and woke him up right, and briefed him."

The tech looked as if he was wavering on the edge of telling Rep to go take a long walk off a short pier before deciding it was just easier not to bother. He turned and headed away down the hall, beckoning Ro to follow him.

Rep smirked and pointed. "Away ye go. Once you have your weapon bonded and s**t, come pay me a visit. I live in 113, I'll fill you in on the bastards and s**t to avoid in this wasp's nest right? And I want to know what division you get chucked into too. "

His offered handshake got Rep's usual reaction to genuine friendly approaches, which was to simply eye his hand disdainfully before looking back to him and tugging the smirk a little higher.

"Handshakes are kind of ******** homo man." he stated curtly, before turning to saunter off away from the pod room before someone tried to fob off some other duty on him.

"Later!"

The language barrier was not being kind to either of them. Lucky looked equally confused by Dwight's question, slowing the handshake down until something finally seemed to click behind his glasses and he finlet go of the poor guy's hand.

"I forget, sometime, polszczyzna is not easy language for Englishes." And then, apologetically, "Your languages is much difficult for me also. Is not to vorry!"

Szczeosny raised one finger in a universal gesture of 'just a second', and fished around in his pocket for a small book of Polish and English translations, phrases, and other helpful information he clearly hadn't looked at much before. It looked pretty pristine and new, and in fact had been something of a parting gift from his recruiter. Probably more for their sake than his.

He flipped around until he came across the S section, for Szczeosny. "Lucky. Is name, in English. Easier than to call me Szczeosny, am thinking..."

The pole clasped the booklet closed and glanced around again at all the curious glowing contraptions all around them. His curiosity wasn't going to be stifled for long.

"Is okay to ask where we are?"

Harrison was not expecting anything to happen, particularly. Pod duty usually meant long afternoons with a bunch of sleeping guys. It bothered him less than the bunks, maybe because of all the science monitors and beeping lines that meant alive or not so much.

He'd brought a folding chair, a sandwich from the cafeteria, and a stack of gaming magazines to see him through.

It seemed like there was a lot more beeping than usual.

Harrison looked up from his magazine.

He looked at the guy on the floor.

He looked hesitantly towards the exit door.

"...Back from a mission?" He asked, hopefully. They had missiony pods. This could be one of those.

Was coughing normal? The voice was ringing a distant bell.

Harrison put down the magazine. "s**t. Uh. You're...on an island? And if you were recently in a thing involving gas masks, you...made...it?" It'd been almost a year ago for him, and Harrison had mostly forgotten exactly what he wanted when he'd stumbled out of the pod.

"You got a name?"