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[There is a really, really unpleasant banging noise, like someone's thwacking their tab against a rock because (surprise) that's exactly what this particular someone is doing. A feminine, Australian accented voice cuts in after a while.]

-would have been nice if they’d given us a bloody crash course in how to use these things. How do you even-

[There is jarring sound of static and then a burst of distortion as a finger jabs at the TAB]

-tell-

[Another jab and more distortion.]

-if it’s-

[One more jab and for some strange reason, the image feed is flipped upside down and everything is strangely… purple.]

-working?

[There’s a sigh, and then coming through the upside down, purple video feed there’s a woman with dark hair looking quizzically at the TAB with a furrowed brow until she sighs.]

Some week this is shaping out to be.

[She jabs at the tab again, and while the feed returns to right side up, it’s still conspicuously purple.]

Okay. I don’t get it. Never did go in much for the whole sci-fi thing. First person to tell me where I can get a beer and a back rub in that order is my new space best friend. Name’s Chloe by the way. Chloe Frazer.

[She squints at the tab and then rolls her eyes.]

Shit, did I break it? Fantastic...

[ooc: backdated to during week two!]

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Oh well you can consider us even then because that was pretty bloody startling!

[Arm accepted and duly shoved as she tries to get to her feet... and immediately topples back down as her unreliable leg buckles under her.]

Jesus.

[It's muttered in a tone of real concern. He's aware that the Ingresses have screwed with people coming in since they hit the planet, but this could be a serious problem.]

You wanna take a short break? [He moves from a crouch to sitting on his ass. Not super comfortable, but he's rested in worse spots.]

Yeah. Yeah I think I do.

[She sits on the dirt rubbing her butt and scowling before she looks across at him and starts laughing, tucking her hair behind her ear.]

Oh god, this is a really crappy start to interplanetary life isn't it?

People have had better.

[He'll avoid mentioning the vacation planet and unlimited credit card he didn't have to pay that he got on his arrival. That'd just be rubbing it in.

Even knowing what's ahead in his future, he doesn't really want to talk about this, but he figures he has to. Besides, it's Chloe, and he's been trying to do the 'opening up to friends' thing even when he wants to clamp shut.]

So...what all did Rafe tell you?

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That he'd been looking for Avery's treasure with the brothers Drake, and that he'd lost the smarter one. Samuel.

[There's so much she wants to ask, like if he'd told anyone else or why he'd never mentioned it to her in all their years of knowing each other.]

You never said anything.

[Oh, thanks. His face twists into a slight scowl for a moment but whatever, he wouldn't have expected much less. He and Rafe had never thought that much of each other even when they'd been on the same team.]

I know. That was on purpose. Elena didn't know either until a couple months ago.

[Here in space, obviously, since a couple months ago in their correct timelines, they were thoroughly estranged.]

You know I don't talk about myself that much.

[About emotions and stuff. His past.]

I know, and I know it's none of my business. I'm just... sorry. I can't imagine what it must have been like.

[She smiles sadly at him and gathers her legs up close to her chest, dropping her chin on her knees at she looks at him.]

What happened?

We faked our way into prison because one of Avery's men had been jailed in the old tower there and we thought it could have a clue to where the treasure went. Things went bad, we had to get out right away. He got shot at edge of the prison.

[Even now, telling the story leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He knows it didn't end there, but it feels like it did.]

I spent the next twelve years thinking he was dead.

Oh Jesus Nate.

[It's said partway under her breath. God, twelve years ago he was practically a baby. No one should have to go through something like that, especially so young. All this time and he's been carrying it around with him...]

And what did Adler have to do with it?

He was with us when it happened. We'd hit a wall on our own and Sam knew a guy who knew a guy who knew him, and he got him to fund the trip. Bribing the guards, et cetera. Rich boy had a taste for adventure.

Rafe was also the one who set things off so we had to make a quick getaway, but it was one of the prison guards that shot Sam.

[He doesn't exactly blame Rafe for that, but it also doesn't make him Nate's favorite person.]

[Chloe listens quietly, then shuffles closer and puts her hand on his shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.]

Can't be a barrel of laughs seeing him again then, and in space of all places.

[She waits for a second before she adds quietly:]

I'm so sorry about Sam. I really am. I'm... well I'm not really very good at knowing what to say at a time like this. You gonna be okay having Adler around?

[He looks over and gives her a small smile at the squeeze.]

Yeah, I'm all right. Rafe's an asshole and not exactly stable, but...

[He shrugs.]

Might be different if Sully hadn't shown up from the future and filled me in on a few things. Sam's alive. All these years I thought he hadn't made it, but apparently he's going to show up and prove otherwise.

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