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So why aren't we interacting by this point?
“Ah cool, so I'm still better than Tony Stark. Order of operations and all that.”
“Does it count if you rejected the silver spoon?”
“Pym particles are way more complicated then web fluid!”
<Snipped quote by The Kid Lantern>
I can see a solid reasoning for the Watcher or Beyonder labelling Tony, Reed, Hank, Peter, or Bruce the Scientist Supreme. Especially since one of my goals with Reed is to try and downplay the label people have put on 616 Reed that his a bad boyfriend/hubby/father because of an uncaring nature to him. Tony's ego and lack of hubris would probably hurt his chances. It'd be an interesting arc. Plus I just want to have all five of them in a room and generally being science bros.
“You guys are doing science wrong!”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Guys, guys. I’m Iron Man I know what I’m talking about.”
“Shut up kid!”
I'll wait on Facepunch before I post again as Hank, if that's okay.
GRAHAM
DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGEAROUND NOON
Graham nearly smirked. After all this time she still was as aggressive as ever yet with enough wit to know how to phrase the question without incident. It was interesting to him to see Agatha still had her “edge” despite retiring to three decades of being a scrapper and scavenger over what she was actually good at. All those years ago with him being an upstart brat in an iron armor… did it make her quit being who she was? or was it simply the fact of her children? Either way, he was glad he had not demoted himself to such things – it made him know he was different, and perhaps greater than what was effectively a husk of what once was even if she tried to have the same bite as before. He wondered if she could pass his test? It would be interesting to see.
Graham thought about this question often because it had been one that came up with valiant cries of morality that many people had shot at him in the past; cries he had rejected entirely. The first part of Agatha’s question was one that was often directed about how far was morally or ethically acceptable with things such as slavery, raiding, genocide, and so forth being accompanied with the conversation. While Graham viewed all of those things as bad he didn’t think so for the same reasons as his peers. It brought him back to a talk he had with the second member of the trinity back when he was still just a simple NC pilot... it had been after the Elysian War.
“That is a very large question.” He stated as he stepped outside to the white fuzz of a “mild” snowstorm before turning his head.
“This obviously goes beyond simple insubordination and circumnavigation of authority or regulations.”
“Let me make something abundantly clear to all of you. I don’t believe in children’s fantasies of ‘good’ and ‘evil’, I believe in the absolute principle of order— a concept that promotes excellence, professionalism, integrity, organization, and heart. Order doesn’t allow fantasy, order allows you to be happy with your reality. I will tell you that I will do everything in my power that I can to make New Anchorage efficient with no empathy for fantasies of my officers. There is no place for it in my organization. None.”
He took a light breath, the cold air leaving his lips.
“If it requires me to be “unfair” than I will do it. If that scares you… then resign right here and now, and take your tail between your legs and get the hell out of my base. I refuse to have pilots who get a little queasy around decision and shake when the cards are drawn.”
His brows narrowed as his turned head looked over the group in their entirety.
“So what of it? Are any of you rabble not worth your spit? Are any of you unable? Tell me now.”
GRAHAM
DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGEAROUND NOON
Graham remained silent for a moment as he considered the information about New Anchorage that he had read. There was a lot he could elaborate on but keeping it brief and to the point was probably more appropriate.
“It was originally founded as Smith’s Rest around seven decades ago, and has been the only settlement to actually survive their existence in the Alaskan territories. It was renamed New Anchorage a few months ago when two major corporations— Fairbanks and Volkov —took an interest in the area. Most of it’s “military” lifespan has been dealing with raiders, slavers, and other rogue elements. It was only under the base’s former commander that they began involving themselves in other matters.”
As he explained his answer Alvarez began to escort the non-pilots out of the depot, leaving Graham with the individuals New Anchorage had hired. He would have to words with a few of the important non-pilots he had hired at a later point in time, and he was interested in seeing how his children would take to the more independent job but both of them had become fed up working with their previous employers and were eager to work under him. Though he wagered a lot of that was in an attempt to get him to notice their achievements and skills in some sort of affectious nostalgia. But he wasn’t their father here in New Anchorage, he was their boss; a fact his son and daughter would learn eventually. All of the employs would learn he was not playing some game or shitty power fantasy. He had an agenda with New Anchorage and he would see it through.
He clipped the datapad to his utility belt before putting his hands behind his back.
“I intend to take a proactive approach in making New Anchorage relevant beyond these subversive criminal elements and the leaders of New Anchorage have faith in my command of this operations base in that. That is why we have hired you lot on, to help with my direction going forward. As for feuds? We have some tension with Red-Star, Volkov, and Fairbanks, but nothing major.”
He looked at the rest of the group as he felt he sufficiently answered Alexander Sky’s question as he waved his hand in a gesture for the group to follow him through the facility.
“Anyone else?”
You know, I was trying to make it obvious he put on his trousers before going outside, so I didn't have to write the boring phrase 'he put on his trousers and walked outside'.
Let's make this clear that it'd make way more sense Yeshua didn't step out without all of his gear, okay? He is weird, but he isn't dumb.
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