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open } {in the still of the night...
The ship may seem quieter lately than usual.
It is a quietness that is both eerie and noticeable even to those who may not be as perceptive as others. The stars are brighter or perhaps it is that the sky that they are blanketed across is somehow darker. The waves seem to kick up so loud against the sides of the ship that it can be heard from the top of the deck.
The holograms and ghosts have all but disappeared for the time being.
Maybe it feels like the calm before the storm.
It should.
On the deck of the ship, there is a man who has a very specific purpose for being here. He is clearly not a hologram or a ghost. He is quite obviously very real, but there is something noticeably different about him that would be picked up on immediately whether you find him at the bar having a drink or find him smoking out by the railing. He is in black and white while the world around him remains in color. Ever seen Pleasantville? It's exactly like that.
Clark is specifically looking for Elena Gilbert but is happy to talk to anyone who might approach him. Elena is the one started looking for answers about the ship to find a way to prevent someone she loves from returning to the world he is from. The looking set forward a chain of events. More people are looking for the answers now too wherever they can, trying to poke into pieces of the ship.
The universe took notice, and now he is here.
The answers are out there, and Clark has been given the task of showing them the way to get those answers. He doesn't know the answers himself. All in all, it feels like he knows very little, like he is as much as a part of the mess as all of the people on this ship (even more so perhaps). He only knows what he is supposed to do, what his role is to play, and Clark intends to play that role whatever it takes.
It is a quietness that is both eerie and noticeable even to those who may not be as perceptive as others. The stars are brighter or perhaps it is that the sky that they are blanketed across is somehow darker. The waves seem to kick up so loud against the sides of the ship that it can be heard from the top of the deck.
The holograms and ghosts have all but disappeared for the time being.
Maybe it feels like the calm before the storm.
It should.
On the deck of the ship, there is a man who has a very specific purpose for being here. He is clearly not a hologram or a ghost. He is quite obviously very real, but there is something noticeably different about him that would be picked up on immediately whether you find him at the bar having a drink or find him smoking out by the railing. He is in black and white while the world around him remains in color. Ever seen Pleasantville? It's exactly like that.
Clark is specifically looking for Elena Gilbert but is happy to talk to anyone who might approach him. Elena is the one started looking for answers about the ship to find a way to prevent someone she loves from returning to the world he is from. The looking set forward a chain of events. More people are looking for the answers now too wherever they can, trying to poke into pieces of the ship.
The universe took notice, and now he is here.
The answers are out there, and Clark has been given the task of showing them the way to get those answers. He doesn't know the answers himself. All in all, it feels like he knows very little, like he is as much as a part of the mess as all of the people on this ship (even more so perhaps). He only knows what he is supposed to do, what his role is to play, and Clark intends to play that role whatever it takes.
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Peter wipes his hand on his pants, shaking Clark's hand. "I'm... Star Lord."
You've heard of him, of course you've heard of him.
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"...that's one helluva name."
He has not even remotely heard of it used before. Clark is trying to decide if most people on this ship have names like that one or if it's unique to this fellow in front of him. There are lots of answers that he doesn't quite seem to have.
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"Thank you. It strikes fear into the hearts of an entire galaxy."
...Or something like that.
"So what do I do to get on this mission?"
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"Good to know. "
He shakes his head slightly at the question.
"Consider yourself already on it. It's that simple. I believe the people who are meant to go on it? They'll go. You have skills we could use."
He'll be grateful for them.
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...Because there's some cost. There always is, and there will be here, Peter's convinced. But for now, it's costing him more to be here, away from his ship, his friends.
"I'll be glad to help. So I wait for a sign or a communication?"
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Clark reassures him of this as he looks his way. There's a soft smile on his face, and then he leans further against the railing.
There is a quietness to it but a certainty to it too.
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He's still not pleased about being stuck here. But at least there's some semblance of a plan. Get the job done, get that much closer to getting back home.
"I'll be ready."