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legionworld2016-01-12 12:22 am
crackentwist) wrote in legionworld2016-01-12 12:22 am
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and the stars look very different today
Who| Pash and whoever wanders through.
What| What's the first thing a pilot does in a brand new galaxy? Ogle the brand new ships, obviously.
Where| The hangar.
When| Same day he gets out of medical.
Warnings/Notes| Nah.
There were a lot of places he could've gone first, and most of them were more reasonable choices (and he knew it), but Pash Cracken was a pilot at heart. So the full tour and everything that came with it was temporarily deferred, as he made his way to the place that was guaranteed to be first on any pilot's mind when they found themselves with a new (temporary) home: the hangar.
It didn't actually seem like much, in contrast to the rest of the ship; Legion World might be far larger than any capital ship he'd ever served on in his own dimension, but there wasn't much variety in the ships it carried. Unfamiliar designs, naturally, but as he paced around the smallest, the size and structure were clues enough. Shuttles or transports, meant for moving a group - but nothing of a smaller class.
"Well, it's no A-wing," he mused, stopping around the back and leaning in to take a look at the exhaust ports.
(Which, of course, reminded him of the early days of the A-wing, before they'd gone into mass production after Endor. Back when his flight group was issued some of the first ones out of the workshop, still being individually made with whatever parts were available and no standardized quality control -)
"Thank the Force for that."
What| What's the first thing a pilot does in a brand new galaxy? Ogle the brand new ships, obviously.
Where| The hangar.
When| Same day he gets out of medical.
Warnings/Notes| Nah.
There were a lot of places he could've gone first, and most of them were more reasonable choices (and he knew it), but Pash Cracken was a pilot at heart. So the full tour and everything that came with it was temporarily deferred, as he made his way to the place that was guaranteed to be first on any pilot's mind when they found themselves with a new (temporary) home: the hangar.
It didn't actually seem like much, in contrast to the rest of the ship; Legion World might be far larger than any capital ship he'd ever served on in his own dimension, but there wasn't much variety in the ships it carried. Unfamiliar designs, naturally, but as he paced around the smallest, the size and structure were clues enough. Shuttles or transports, meant for moving a group - but nothing of a smaller class.
"Well, it's no A-wing," he mused, stopping around the back and leaning in to take a look at the exhaust ports.
(Which, of course, reminded him of the early days of the A-wing, before they'd gone into mass production after Endor. Back when his flight group was issued some of the first ones out of the workshop, still being individually made with whatever parts were available and no standardized quality control -)
"Thank the Force for that."
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That was what happened when aliens just randomly zapped you and gave you powers. It had literally been a bolt out of the blue.
"I don't know that many that grew up wanting it." Maybe Thrash but he'd been more about finding who killed his parents and vigilantism instead of actual superheroing. It'd taken being part of the team for him to relax out of that more violent mindset and into more genuine superheroics. "Most people I know just fell into it."
A pause.
"Sometimes literally. I bet there's at least one person back home that got dunked in radioactive waste or something and got powers from it."
Generally, there were a lot of people that had been doused with dangerous substances and got powers, that much Rich knew.
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The usual Jedi robes weren't exactly an impressive fashion statement, but they were at least a little more muted and tasteful than brightly colored spandex. (And while neither of them were particularly flattering to the average figure, at least the Jedi had the right idea on showing too little rather than too much.)
"Do people really get it from radioactive waste where you come from?"
As opposed to getting, like, degenerative diseases?
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"Don't even start on the costumes."
Were there places where people didn't get powers from nuclear waste?
"And yeah, people get powers from nuclear waste all the time. Or chemical waste. Or science experiments gone wrong. Or magical stuff. I mean, some people just die or mutate horribly, but a lot of people get powers from that kinda stuff. I think it's probably something to do with human DNA, though. Like, there's a lot of predisposition to superpowers in humans on my world. Doesn't take much to unlock it. Most people are capable of being turned into metas."
He shrugged.
"Maybe it's not the same in other worlds but in ours, anything potentially mutagenic can unlock it -- and some people are even born with powers. A natural quirk of their DNA. A bunch of my best friends are mutants. They just were born with it and their powers kicked in around puberty."
He frowned.
"They get treated different, though. Natural mutants. For really stupid reasons."
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It was the stupidest reason he could think of, anyway.
And the most frustratingly prevalent - superpowers might not really be a thing in his own galaxy, but non-humans got enough abuse in some circles for the crime of simply not being human. Mostly Imperial circles, but he'd known people who were staunchly anti-Imp and still fell prey to that particular blind spot; usually they weren't so virulent about it, but it happened.
Humans who were different on a genetic level...it wasn't hard to imagine them subject to the same.