“We just received our orders, boss. They want us to return to base.” He’s looking at her with the slight scrunch of his brows. He knows her, and he knows himself. Just as he doubts she’ll follow orders, leaving a bunch of innocents to die when there was something that could be done about it, he knows he’ll be right behind her. The rest of their unit might mutiny, but he’ll be side-by-side with her when shit hits the fan.
“What do you want to do?”
#therapardalis #so for some reason #i keep imagining this as like terminator future lmao #and thera is john connor #but she's not john connor yet #she's got to convince everyone #not to follow the morons in charge
“I don’t know if you’ve been here before- I haven’t either- but according to all our reports, it’s functionally the same as DS9, so we shouldn’t get too lost.” He knew DS9 like the back of his hand, though there was some concern (and fascination, of course) with the biogenic compound. It wouldn’t affect them, but if he did manage to get a sample, he could study it, figure out what it was and break it down.
“But, it should be interesting. Hopefully fruitful as well. I’d hate to think we traveled out here for nothing.” Stepping out into the docking ring, he looked around. The silence was... unnerving to say the least. He was used to the bustle and noise of DS9. This seemed almost unnatural in its quiet.
#therapardalis #.it is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves ; ju.lian ba.shir. #.queue.
Charles tried to keep up with research when it came out, DNA and genes were of course of great interest to him. New discoveries around mutations would always lure him in and sure enough the Professor found himself in NYU once again. After finishing his meeting with a lecturer, he was making his way back towards the exit when someone caught his eye.
He recognised her in an instant and changed his direction so that they would cross paths, not really wanting to get in her way but certainly wanting to greet her.
“Fancy meeting you here.” He chirped as he slowed his chair to a top, big smile present in kind greeting. Just pleased to see a friendly and familiar face it seemed. “I promise I am not here to cause you any trouble.”
Thera accepted his invitation, her distraction evident as she sank onto the cot alongside him. For once, the warm, gentle press of her lips didn’t upend him, so much as cause his concern to mount. “How do you mean?” he asked.
With his own troubles forgotten, Ben frowned while she regaled him with the frustrations of her day. For the most part, it seemed mundane -- expected, even -- until she spoke of a spiteful camp follower.
“Husband?” Ben echoed, trying to tamp down the slight sting between his ribs. “What’s his name? I can personally see to it that...that he...” Trailing off, his jaw tensed and he looked away. Not only would it be asinine to inject himself into Thera’s affairs with the camp followers, but Ben also knew he had no right to leap to her defense. He’d been warned from the start that what they had was casual -- she was not his -- and yet he still couldn’t deny the sharp, very specific ache any time she was near. How to hide this was unfortunately proving to be a problem.
Although Thera’s joke was made to attempt levity, the pang in Ben’s chest worsened, and he glanced her way with grim curiosity. “Is that what you want?” he softly asked. “To be in England again?”
In truth, he couldn’t blame her. England was home for Thera, and she undoubtedly missed the creature comforts that camp life sorely lacked. Nevertheless, being in England meant she would be away from the colonies -- away from him -- and Ben instantly felt selfish for putting his needs first.
Offering a weak smile at her question, he replied, “My day was far less eventful than yours, I’m afraid, so I can’t give you much excitement on that front. Contrary to popular belief, a big part of being a soldier is just waiting around for the action to happen.”
#therapardalis #somehow still standing #ben x thera #//it happens! <3 i use a tracker but sometimes the initial post gets lost :S
When the offer to spar with a former marine came up, Jim couldn’t refuse, and as they meet each other in the quick parries and swift dodges of close-quarters combat Jim has to admit he’s got a lot to learn. Thera is a force to be reckoned with, even after several years out of the corps. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, stinging his eyes where he adjusts his stance and waits for her to make her move. He doesn’t even notice his discomfort where his work-out gear clings, too absorbed in the dance of their movements.
#therapardalis#verse: tbd #the way you thought you'd get away with posting that thera xD #idk what verse to put this in #is this just their normal academy verse?