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[sub]Sirius Free, Tessa Stride & Hanson Seuclid | [@Phoenix347][/sub][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]Quite frankly the two males and female scientist she had fell into conversation with were smart but nothing more than shadow-puppets for her own discretion. She considered this, even as she effortlessly managed to maneuver through their methodical conversations. Her own scientific knowledge was lacking in certain areas but she had the wit to not only get-by but to impress. Which was not as self-gratifying as knowing she was viewed as pleasant when she was truly bothered by her current situation. 

Tessa had been assigned the callsign: Dreamer by Vitus itself. It was both symbolic and verbatim; the beginning of a grand idea that would start like many exceptional ascensions. The question was 'could Vitus or the minds behind the colony, take the place of Side 3 and its governing power?' She shouldn't even be considering the plan, the far-reaching ripples of such a large ambition... but [i]was[/i] it possible? At times she knew that it was feasible but occasionally, Sirius revealed that it was more-than possible. 

A sense of greatness here or an unknown-something there. A record broken and a foreseen failure turned into success. 

Which was why her job was so important. Why her constant struggle between guiding Sirius to himself and molding him into Vitus' weapon was alarming, annoying, and outright heartbreaking at times. A somewhat difficult question was prompted to her by the girl at the table, Tessa smiled, somewhat on the verge of laughter. [color=#ff3377][b]"Me and Thoma overheard some of the seniors discussing that very topic last week. What was it they had said, Thoma? do you remember?"[/b][/color]   

Oddly a cold shiver ran down her back, sending tremors up and down her. The sound of laughter had pervaded the ambient noise of conversations near and far. She looked back, along with the others of her table and spotted Sirius making an exaggerated 'X' with his arms and Hanson guffawing rather obnoxious. They all seemed amused with the show.

She flicked a suspicious glare they're way. [color=#ff3377][b][i]Those two better not be talking about me,[/i][/b][/color] she thought.

Sirius blocked Hanson's view of Tessa, his arms stretched over his head and crossed at the forearms as the crimson-man laughed. [color=#33ccff][b]"No way! Tessa's definitely not your type."[/b][/color] he growled.

He righted himself back into his seat, arms crossed while processing what Hanson had said. It was frustrating considering his past, so he switched rails and fixated on the current era he found himself in. [b]War[/b]... that word held a weight that was indescribable but a presence that felt unavoidable. It seized him and fell over him like a chorus of whispers. Technically he was a solider; fighting was his job, killing too, but he didn't have too much of an issue with that. Hanson hit the nail on the head. 'To kill or protect.' To ensure his survival, to protect Tessa, to walk his path... it all required it. 

So why? why did he have an aversion to 'war' but an indifference to the facets around it? [i]should[/i] he care about killing? Hanson didn't seem to have a problem with it either. And what of Earth, should those calling it home be his enemies? 

[b]Resources[/b] was the hushed word that came to mind then and it jumbled up the entire direction of his thoughts.

He tilted his head, eyes closed, brows frowning in contemplation. A vein forming from his temples. He shook his head not even a second later and with clear eyes asked, rather spirited, [color=#33ccff][b]"War is kinda scary right? I mean you've been fighting for four years. It has to weigh on you. What'll happen to me when I kill someone? or when death comes for me? Is it addicting? killing, I mean."[/b][/color] He lowered his eyes to his disturbed food, his voice less-spirited now. [color=#33ccff][b]"Tessa says war is a necessary human function. That its 'ingrained' in our genes. Ingrained, that's the word she used but I don't too much appreciate that train of thought."[/b][/color] 

His eyes darkened and for once, his expression seemed devoid of emotion. [color=#33ccff][b]"It twists my stomach."[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]