Aberrant: War Journal - War Journal: Trans-D

[Asbjørn]

Quiet throughout the colonel's recruitment speech, Hood doesn't answer the questions asked, but simply follows towards the ladies' room.

*To boldly go where no man has gone before...* ::rolleyes

He shakes his head a little at Bledsoe's theatrics, but decides against commenting.

Easy as pie! Now, who's our first volunteer?

Hood steps forward and reaches a hand out to touch the oval. Parting the membrane with both hands, he steps through to the other side and looks around.

[phoenix]

Faith keeps an impassive face throughout Bledsoe's performance, as if acting utterly normal were in some way a form of defiance of the Colonel's utter bizarreness.

Bledsoe gently prods the surface of the oval with his right index finger - it gives a little, and then his whole hand squeezes through some sort of clear membrane to the other side. He wiggles his fingers, then pulls his hand back out with a slurp.

Easy as pie! Now, who's our first volunteer?

By now determined to show no outward sign of discomfiture, Faith meets Bledsoe's gaze with icy blue eyes, and prepares to step forward, but Hood beats her to it.

Hood steps forward and reaches a hand out to touch the oval. Parting the membrane with both hands, he steps through to the other side and looks around.

Quickly following the tall man through the gelatinous wall, Faith straightens up from her passage and surveys the room and its singular contents.

[Bahamut810]

Daredevil grins through the entire ordeal leading up to the membrane being created. Its hard to tell wether he is happy at being able to put his life at risk (again, he is almost well known for being able to pull off things that, on paper, he has no chanse to be able to do) or wether he is just finding the entire situation entertaining (thoes who can read emotion see that its a little of both).

Easy as pie! Now, who's our first volunteer?

He takes a second to look the portal over, which is enough time for the two to pre-empt him.

He nods, "Oh yea...another day, another punch card...and all the ammo I could ever want. If I pass out from happiness, please excuse me."

He smiles as he takes a step, then feins passing out, rolling into the portal and landing (after a slight hop) back on his feet on the other side, right behind Faith. He rests his elbow on her shoulder, and whistles long and impressed.

"Aien't this fancy."

[Alex Green]

Paul watchs the "oval" form and then waits as his comrades go through... seeing they are alright he steps through as well without comment.

[Asbjørn]

He smiles as he takes a step, then feins passing out, rolling into the portal and landing (after a slight hop) back on his feet on the other side, right behind Faith.  He rests his elbow on her shoulder, and whistles long and impressed.

"Aien't this fancy."

::huh

Hood looks at Engall, one eyebrow raised.

*Are you for real...?*

Shaking his head a little he goes back to studying the room and walks closer to the 'onion'.

[Alex Green]

Paul looks long and hard at the "onion" and then "listens", but doesn’t try to speak, with his animal telepathy.

[Damanor]

Chameleon tries not to show any disgust at Bledsoe's antics. *Come on, Brad, this is for the General. It's not as bad as your last job. You can put up with this.* Finishing his prune juice, he sets the glass down on the sink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he steps through the portal to the other side. *Once more into the breach...*

[Prince of Boredom]

Tesseract remains quiet, perhaps even apathetic, throughout the exchanges between Col Bledsoe and the others. He seems in no way surprised at the Chameleon's questions, or eventual agreement to join the mission.

Again, Tesseract seems unimpressed by Col Bledsoe's 'unique' form of transportation; right up until the room on the other side comes into view. A look of surprise, something rarely witnessed in Tesseract, appears on his face. Quickly he regains his composure and follows the others in, giving Bledsoe a raised eyebrow as he walks through the membrane.

Walking up to the onion, Tesseract turns to Hood, "Not what I was expecting... very different from the other...Hopefully less nauseous too..."

[ConcreteDragon]

The American Indian waits for the last of the team to go through (except the Col.), and then goes through himself. Once in, he casually checks to either side and behind. After he has secured the rear, Ironfeather joins the others.

[Asbjørn]

Walking up to the onion, Tesseract turns to Hood, "Not what I was expecting... very different from the other...Hopefully less nauseous too..."

Hood rubs his chin as he studies the structure, and nods absentmindedly in response to Tesseract's comment.

"Yeah... Looks like somebody at R&D have been busy... smoking stuff, that is." ::wink

[Bahamut810]

"Yeah... Looks like somebody at R&D have been busy... smoking stuff, that is."

Engall looks over. "I dunno...anyone see a king-sized onion friar anywhere? Been a while since I had fried onion petals...I dont think I have ever had *mutant* onion petals though..."

[Heritage]

Once everyone has passed through his unique warp, Bledsoe finally steps through, still chuckling to himself as his hand returns to normal size.

The atmosphere on the other side is warm and a little bit moist, as well as feeling ionically charged - there is no doubt in anybody's mind that the whole place is alive. The chamber is roughly egg-shaped in floorplan, maybe fifty meters on the long axis by thirty on the wide; the walls are creamy white with a touch of pink, and there are no visible doors or windows. The 'onion' is centered in the wide end of the egg, where its numerous attendants periodically slide slender glass rods into small round holes that dot its surface. One of the nearest looks up from her work, tucks an old-fashioned clipboard under her arm and salutes the group. A faded Engineers patch is stiched to the left side of her chest.

Welcome to the THRONE room, sirs, ma'am; Specialist Amy Turlow, at your service.

Turlow is a lanky dark-haired girl, maybe in her early twenties, who appears to have torn the sleeves off her fatigues, revealing a series of elaborate tattoos. The colonel nods and crisply returns her salute.

At ease, specialist. I'd like you to meet the new team, the brave fools we're sending down the new rabbit hole. Any word from the General?

She's on her way, sir - should be here any minute.

Bledsoe nods in satisfaction.

Good, good.

He then gestures around the room.

Feel free to wander about, boys and girls, just don't touch anything yet. Meet the folks who make the magic happen.

Paul looks long and hard at the "onion" and then "listens", but doesn’t try to speak, with his animal telepathy.

He definitely receives something, a warm pleasant thought with a touch of humor.

(hello. welcome to me.) ::biggrin

[Bahamut810]

Daredevil stands back up strait, nodding his head and giving an impressed look when he hears about General Chimera showing up. He had met her before on a few occasions (mostly either getting an award, or getting chewed out for taking so many risks...one time both), but she never seased to impress him.

Deciding to make the most of his time, he takes a look around the room and picks one of the more attractive female techs there to 'check up' on.

"Hey there. Name's Nick. Just whatcha workin' on there...Wanna go out after I get back from my first Nix level mission? Ill buy dinner, then we can have...coffee at your place?"

[Alex Green]

...a warm pleasant thought with a touch of humor.

(hello. welcome to me.) ::biggrin

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Paul responds, *Hello yourself.* {Thoughts of wonderment/impression} *I'm Paul. What is your name? Who/what are you?*

[phoenix]

Feel free to wander about, boys and girls, just don't touch anything yet. Meet the folks who make the magic happen.

Faith takes this with a shrug, and walks up to stand beside Hood and Tesseract.

"So, you two seem to know each other. Where are you guys from?" ::smile

[Asbjørn]

Faith takes this with a shrug, and walks up to stand beside Hood and Tesseract.

"So, you two seem to know each other. Where are you guys from?" ::smile

Hood glances over at Tesseract a moment, before turning to Faith.

"Er... tough question, actually." ::unsure

"The easy version - for my part, anyway: Somewhere around Illinois."

He seems to measure Faith for a moment before he continues.

"What the hell... You'll know soon enough anyway. The complicated answer is that I'm from somewhere on the other side of this thing."

He nods towards the onion.

"It's a gate."

[phoenix]

"What the hell... You'll know soon enough anyway. The complicated answer is that I'm from somewhere on the other side of this thing."

He nods towards the onion.

"It's a gate."

Faith looks mystified.

"A gate to what?" ::huh

[Asbjørn]

Faith looks mystified.

"A gate to what?" ::huh

"A gate to where, you mean."

"Anywhere you can imagine, I guess. Actually, 'where' isn't the right question either. What we'll run into on the other side of this is probably best described not by 'where' or 'when', but 'what if'."

Seeing that the mystified look on Faith's face probably doesn't go away, he adds

"I'm sure the brass will explain any minute now."

[Damanor]

Chameleon takes a moment to ask Hood, "In that case, where are we now? Or have the brass been as secretive with you as they have with us?"

While he asks, Chameleon surreptitiously glances around the edges, ceiling, and floor of the 'cathedral', looking for exits in the event that the "gate" doesn't work properly and Bledsoe isn't around.

[someday Brad will stop looking for escape routes every time he enters a room. But not today. ::smile ]

[Asbjørn]

Chameleon takes a moment to ask Hood, "In that case, where are we now?  Or have the brass been as secretive with you as they have with us?"

"Heh!" ::rolleyes ::smile

Hood shakes his head as he turns to Brad.

"Not a clue, friend. We're all in the same boat here, and only the brass knows where we're headed."

[Alex Green]

Paul continues, *How about you? Do you know where we are headed?.*

[Nullifier]

Pat, having followed along quietly the whole time, and having taken off the leprechaun outfit to reveal a form-fitting eufiber bodysuit that morphs into a rather standard, if small, Green T&S uniform, speaks up in his perpetually slurred voice, "A gate to 'what if'? Sounds dangerous. There are a lot of 'what ifs' you wouldn't want to end up standing in the middle of."

[Asbjørn]

Hood laughs heartily at Pat's comment. ::biggrin

"You have no idea, friend..."

"But there are good ones too. What if... what's his name... Wycoff hadn't exploded? Only guys like Tesseract can tell if that's really a good thing in the big picture, of course..."

[Prince of Boredom]

Pat, having followed along quietly the whole time, and having taken off the leprechaun outfit to reveal a form-fitting eufiber bodysuit that morphs into a rather standard, if small, Green T&S uniform, speaks up in his perpetually slurred voice, "A gate to 'what if'? Sounds dangerous. There are a lot of 'what ifs' you wouldn't want to end up standing in the middle of."

Hood laughs heartily at Pat's comment. 

"You have no idea, friend..."

"But there are good ones too. What if... what's his name... Wycoff hadn't exploded? Only guys like Tesseract can tell if that's really a good thing in the big picture, of course..."

Hearing his name, Tesseract makes his way over to Hood and his diminuitive companion. Not having heard the conversation, he turns his head in the fourth dimension viewing the conversation that had already taken place, then centered himself back on the now.

"Friend, you have no idea how bad it can get. And between the two of us, we've been in two of those really bad 'what ifs'."

[Asbjørn]

Hearing his name, Tesseract makes his way over to Hood and his diminuitive companion.

[OOC: And I didn't even notice he left... ::tongue Hood, at least, hasn't moved since he and Tess started talking about the onion. ::wink ]

"Friend, you have no idea how bad it can get. And between the two of us, we've been in two of those really bad 'what ifs'."

"Heh. It's not exactly Paradise here, either..." ::dry

Hood looks around at the small group, trying to gauge Pat and Faith's reactions and see if it's worth going on or not. Deciding for the moment to bring the conversation back to mundane levels he asks

"And you two? Been in the Greens long?"

[ProfPotts]

"Hey there. Name's Nick. Just whatcha workin' on there...Wanna go out after I get back from my first Nix level mission? Ill buy dinner, then we can have...coffee at your place?"

The lady singled out for Daredevil's attentions is, indeed, a rather gorgeous specimen. A tall & slender African-American, her features also reveal a hint of Native American & Asian somewhere in her heritage - all blended together into an enticing exotic mix. She smiles as she straightens up from the 'tech' she was looking at & turns towards Nick, her luminous emerald-green eyes glowing softly for a moment as she takes in his form,

"That could work, handsome... but I'll reserve my final answer until I've gotten to know the rest of my teammates better..." her eyes again glow softly as she glances around the room at the rest of the assembled group, "... I'd hate to rush into any commitment only to find I'd missed out on the really prime pickings..." ::wink

Looking back at the thing she was examining, the exotic lady shrugs,

"... as for that thing, I have no idea what it is - I'm as in the dark as the rest of you guys."

Looking down at her own outfit the woman again smiles. An emerald green glow passes up & over her shapely form, from feet to head, altering her clothes as it does so from the tech' outfit she was wearing to a form-fitting emerald green bodysuit that covers her from neck to toes - she's obviously clad in a prime colony of eufiber. Looking again to Nick she explains,

"I guess the atmosphere in here got to me a bit & altered my outfit to suit: my subconscious plays a big part in my powers." Offering her hand the lady Nova adds, "I'm Halle, by the way - Halle Jordan; but my friends call me Emerald."

Swirving past Daredevil with a skill honed by many years working in bars & clubs, Emerald approaches Colonel Bledsoe - smiling at her new teammates whenever she catches an eye along the way - & snaps to a neat (if not entirely serious) salute. Trying not to think too much about the man's 'Darth Vader on LSD' presence she says,

"Emerald reporting as ordered, sir."

[phoenix]

Hood looks around at the small group, trying to gauge Pat and Faith's reactions and see if it's worth going on or not.

Faith frowns.

"Are you talking about parallel realities?"

Deciding for the moment to bring the conversation back to mundane levels he asks,

"And you two? Been in the Greens long?"

"Pretty much since I was a kid. That was when I erupted, and I didn't really have anywhere else to go. So I wrapped up my loose ends and signed up."

[Bahamut810]

"I guess the atmosphere in here got to me a bit & altered my outfit to suit: my subconscious plays a big part in my powers." Offering her hand the lady Nova adds, "I'm Halle, by the way - Halle Jordan; but my friends call me Emerald."

He takes it and shakes in a friendly way. "Nick Engall. Call me Nick. In the field I'm known as Daredevil. Well Emerald, nice to work with ya."

[Asbjørn]

Faith frowns.

"Are you talking about parallel realities?"

A brief smile crosses the camo-clad man's face. Hood seems about to answer when Emerald passes the small group on her way to Col. Bledsoe, but stops himself for a second. He nods to the newest team member as she passes the group, before he turns back to Faith and - in a very serious voice - replies

"That's exactly what I'm talking about."

"It's a gate to other versions of Earth, worlds where history went differently. For better or worse..."

[Heritage]

Paul responds, *Hello yourself.* {Thoughts of wonderment/impression} *I'm Paul. What is your name? Who/what are you?*

Paul continues, *How about you? Do you know where we are headed?.*

Paul again receives an amused thought.

(i am throne. you are in me.)

Something like a chuckle.

(where do you go? i don't know - maybe the cold place)

Swirving past Daredevil with a skill honed by many years working in bars & clubs, Emerald approaches Colonel Bledsoe - smiling at her new teammates whenever she catches an eye along the way - & snaps to a neat (if not entirely serious) salute. Trying not to think too much about the man's 'Darth Vader on LSD' presence she says,

"Emerald reporting as ordered, sir."

Bledsoe's body goes taught, and his hands start to flex. Spec. Turlow takes a dancing step backward as the colonel starts sputtering out an angry response.

What the hell - how did you get down here?! No one is even supposed to know about-

She came with me, colonel.

A clear ringing female voice booms across the room, yet somehow it doesn't sound harsh or critical. Bledsoe and all the techs snap to attention as Turlow barks out.

Senior officers on the deck!

(Chameleon, in his paranoid scanning of the chamber, was able to see a sort of slit forming in one of the walls, out of which the new arrivals emerged.)

A distinguished company approaches the group loosely clustered around the 'onion' - the three officers are known to everyone. The impressive form of General Chimera is wrapped in a sharp yet relaxed uniform, similar to the standard RA fatigues - her cool, amused smile is directed at Bledsoe, but the impact of her beauty and presence is felt by all. The small agile man in Scout blacks, wearing an eyepatch and a look of perpetual disappointment must surely be General Hackney, just as the hulking gray beast with the thick tail, Cobra muscle shirt and knowing grin can only be General Ballard.

Behind the three pillars of the Green movement are two extraordinary individuals. One appears to be a large winged insect, hovering a few feet off the ground and wearing a tattered and stained labcoat that smells strongly of Febreze. The other is a striking, raven-haired woman with piercing gray eyes, wearing the blue-black jumpsuit and red insignia of the mysterious Project Pandora, and all present but the three generals seem to be very ill at ease around her - for her part, she doesn't look terribly pleased to be there, either.

Chimera walks up to Bledsoe, hands behind her back, and leans down (she's got nearly a foot on him) to stare him in the red lenses.

Hello, Randy. ::biggrin

The colonel seems to melt under her gaze.

Good to see you, ma'am, sirs.

The semi-reptilian nova turns on her heel and nods.

At ease, ladies and gentlemen - return to your duties.

There is a collective sigh, and most of the techs turn back to busy themselves over the onion, though Turlow still stands attentively nearby. Chimera chuckles as she slaps Bledsoe on the back.

I didn't mean to upset you, Colonel - Jordan was up near my neck of the woods, and I suggested she come down with us. We had some business upstairs, so I sent her ahead to get aquatinted with the place.

Bledsoe fiddles with the seals around his neck and tries his best to be diplomatic.

Of course, ma'am - it just...threw me for a loop, is all.

This is the team, then?

Yes, ma'am, all present and accounted for.

Good, I like what I see!

The general sweeps the team with a yellow, slit-eyed gaze, nodding her approval.

Well now! You all must be pretty darn curious about what's going on around here. Some of you know better than others, some of you are smart enough to guess, and the rest of you just want get back into the field and hit something. ::wink

Her voice is warm and inviting, and wraps itself around you like a comforting blanket. Chimera stops and rests her hands on her curvaceous hips.

Welcome to THRONE, Temporal Holistic Resonator One, the brainchild of Doctor Hugo Winz.

Here she motions towards the insect, who buzzes with pride; she then raises her arms up towards the ceiling.

This beautiful creature, this singular entity, will help us once again do the impossible - penetrate the fabric of space/time itself. And yes, to those not in the know, this is not in fact the first time we in the Greens have done this - the first experiments where conducted some eighteen months ago, and were a tremendous success until Daddy's Boys found us out and pounded WS Charlie into rubble.

This last statement seems to cause the general considerable anguish, though she quickly stifles her feelings.

General Hackney, General Ballard and myself consider this perhaps our most important initiative-

(Hackney rolls his eye, and gets a thick gray elbow in the gut for his trouble.)

- and I will explain why.

Chimera looks each and every team member in the eyes, in turn, as she continues.

There is a distinct possibility, as much as it pains me to admit it, that we will lose this war - that the planet Earth as we know it will not be safe for us. I have approved several top-secret programs to provide the Greens a viable alternative to life on Earth, and to date trans-dimensional colonization has yielded the best results. Here in the THRONE room we have finally recreated Doctor Winz' initial experiments, and have in fact improved on them dramatically, with, I am told, a far more flexible and versatile technology as a result.

She looks from face to face.

So, that's a lot to absorb - any questions so far? ::smile

[Asbjørn]

As the generals enter, Hood naturally shuts up and turns his attention to them, but he doesn't salute and there's nothing military about his relaxed stance. He pays no special attention to the dark-haired woman at the back of the group, and listens in unsurprised silence through Chimera's briefing.

As the general's gaze passes him it's obvious that he's got tons of questions, but holds back to let the others get a grip first.

[Alex Green]

(where do you go? i don't know - maybe the cold place)

Paul mentally responds, *Cold? How many places do you know?*

…Bledsoe and all the techs snap to attention as Turlow barks out.  Senior officers on the deck!…

Lost in thought staring at and communing with the onion, for a long moment Paul doesn’t notice and only belatedly comes to attention.

So, that's a lot to absorb - any questions so far? ::smile

Paul says, “So Throne generates Timegates? And we are going to retreat to one of the previous ice ages?”

[Bahamut810]

Senior officers on the deck!

Daredevil snaps to attension, giving a handsome salute to the officers who walk in. He smiles at the incoming officers, and wonders what they three big wigs would be wanting him to do...

He hoped it would be dangerous. Not as dangerous as winking at Chimera though...but he manages to refrane when she is making such a serious speech.

So Throne generates Timegates?

She didnt say intra-time. She said trans-dimentional. We arent going to stay on this world from what she is saying...well...technically we arent. Dimentional travel is difficult to define...its the same place, but a different place. Ya know?"

He looks back over at the doctor. "If I remember my quantum thoery correctly of course."

He looks back at Chimera. "Errr...sorry to interrupt. This is just a bit suprising to me. Are we just going to scout and move in, or is out little team actually going to make contact with any local civilisations?"

[Alex Green]

(Daredevil says) She didnt say intra-time.  She said trans-dimensional.  We arent going to stay on this world from what she is saying...well...technically we arent.  Dimensional travel is difficult to define...it’s the same place, but a different place.  Ya know?"

Paul responds, “So it’s the old ‘What If’ idea? What if the Nazis had won World War II?”

How do you get an ice age from that? Shouldn’t climate be pretty much the same as here?”

[Bahamut810]

Paul responds, “So it’s the old ‘What If’ idea?  What if the Nazis had won World War II?”

How do you get an ice age from that?  Shouldn’t climate be pretty much the same as here?”

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"Not nessessarily. There are still a lot of variables. What if, In WWII we see a lot more use of nucular arms? The fall out from that would cause that sort of environment...though it would be extremely lethal in many areas. And there is no saying what happened that we *couldent* guess. What if just one powerful person erupted into having weather powers...and liked snow? A meteor could have hit the planet and knocked it slightly off course. Not killing everyone, but redusing heat from the sun. Something that would need to be looked into to be sure."

[Asbjørn]

Hood listens to Nick and Paul's discussion in silence for a short while, then briefly turns to Chimera and Dr Winz with a 'may I?' expression on his face.

Then he turns to Daredevil and says

"There are two things you have to keep in mind. First, there's the difference between theory and fact. A lot of thought has gone into 'what if' theories over the years, but very few of those thinkers have had actual experience in the field. Second, you have to understand time. Time moves like a river. It can be wild and fast, slow and treacherous, calm and quiet, but it is never still. It always moves forward - unless manipulated by quantum forces - in the same way that we have to follow that current."

"Now, according to a bunch of theories there's not only one, but an infinite number of time streams, each made by every small choice and every different outcome of every small situation, and all moving parallel to each other at the same speed. That last part is a fact, but the rest is theory. As far as anyone knows the number of streams we can reach is a lot smaller. Quantum branch point theory says that the different realities resulting from major quantum events are easier - or perhaps the only ones possible - to reach."

Turning briefly to Dr Green, he continues

"So who won WWII isn't important. How they won is. The axis and allies could have nuked each other to Kingdom Come, and we'd never know or be able to reach that stream. A major eruption and superhuman 'novas' turning the tide of war, on the other hand..."

He smiles as he turns back to Nick and adds

"As for what we're supposed to do... I hope we're not just sneaking around. I have friends I'd like to meet again..."

[Bahamut810]

"So who won WWII isn't important. How they won is. The axis and allies could have nuked each other to Kingdom Come, and we'd never know or be able to reach that stream. A major eruption and superhuman 'novas' turning the tide of war, on the other hand..."

"Yea...thats what I was saying. There are as many possibilities as to what happened as there are ways that we can imagine what happened. And who won would be important for what Chimera is implying we need to do. Do you want to move the entire green movement into a world run by Nazi's who would enslave every last one of us? No...I dont think we do. As for *meeting* people...you may not be born in the different worlds we will go to. Heck...we may go to a world where one of us or *all* of us are public enemy number 1, to be killed onsite."

He nods, "Yea...this is all thoery on my side. I havent been dimention hopping before...only you and a handful of other people have. But thoery tells me it would be dangerous to go to a totally different world and say 'Hey guys, I have super powers! We want to help!' without knowing if the same stuff that is happening here has or *is* happening there. Thats what we call a meaningless death here. You wanting to meet some buddies in your own dimention is a different story...because you know whats going on."

[Damanor]

Chameleon watches as the new arrivals enter, nearly coming to attention as General Chimera enters. There aren't many officers he can trust, but this is one of them.

His attitude changes as he sees the people behind the generals. He stiffens, then takes a breath and forces himself to relax. Then Brad attempts to look casually interested in the new arrivals, taking a closer look at the Pandora officer and the labcoated insect. *I don't like this.*

As interesting as the lesson in quantum physics may be, Brad considers the details incidental to their mission. More important than what has been said is what hasn't been said - especially about the presence of anyone from Pandora. He heard a rumor about a possible alliance, but seeing it happen is still disturbing.

Brad stands back and hopes nobody notices his discomfort.

[Nullifier]

A clear ringing female voice booms across the room, yet somehow it doesn't sound harsh or critical. Bledsoe and all the techs snap to attention as Turlow barks out.

Senior officers on the deck!

Still looking at Hood, Pat fails to notice any of these signs of change until Hood turns to pay attention to the generals. Finally noticing their presence in the room, Pat turns and snaps a quick, belated salute, before turning his undivided attention to General Chimera.

As the rest of the team begin discussing what's been said, Pat's gaze follows the coversation, looking from one person to another. Those who bother to pay attention to him notice that he's got a big grin on his face and a gleam in his eye.

[Asbjørn]

Hood shakes his head as he listens to Daredevil.

"You're missing the point. For all practical intents and purposes there aren't an infinite amount of possibilities. You could probably count the reachable streams on the fingers of a mutant's hand."

"Besides, the approach to local societies you describe is just ridiculous, and you know it. Nobody would do it like that, and if you don't trust your chiefs more I'm surprised you signed up for this mission."

"Look, I'm not an expert on this. Not even a veteran. I'm just telling you that there aren't that many variables to worry about, and that there's been a lot of planning preceding this team being put together. In stead of assuming worst case scenarios, we should listen to the man with the plan."

With that he turns back to Gen. Chimera and straightens up to listen. After a second's silence he adds.

"Er... I meant woman, obviously." ::blush