Aya Brea (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mitochondriaaya) wrote2018-04-27 11:28 pm
mitochondriaaya) wrote2018-04-27 11:28 pm
Bioshocked
Who: Aya and the boys?
When: Once the boys are old enough to remember Rapture? 1960 or so.
What: So they probably shouldn't leave that down there huh?
Breakfast tables were...probably dangerous. Given how often things discussed there determined the fate of the world and all. Or at least that's how it felt some days. They lived on base given Elcy and Yinsi were high assets and Braig and Dilan were likely to be even higher assets. Some days she felt kind of like she'd just managed to stumble accidentally into something that made her so happy. Growing up as a base brat had bled into college that led to liaison to their scientists had led to something of a whirlwind romance had led to special dispensation that ad her waking up every morning with two wonderful men in her life.
Not bad as far as she was concerned, even if it took a particular frame of mind to accept their marriage. They were headed into a era of more openness and allowance, hopefully, she'd like that after growing up in the fifties and it's insistence on perfect modular housing and nuclear families.
And kitchen devices. What the hell was that even about? Granted, she wasn't a modern housewife that spent hours in the kitchen, she had a range of talents that did not...comply with the standard and Dilan was a better cook than she'd ever be. A fact that kind of made her outcast at the base housewife socials but hey, she was usually busy anyway.
Still, some days she almost wished for the standard experience. Days like today when she looked up from her eggs at the breakfast table to blink at her husbands, bemused, as they did the secret language based on prior experience thing. She loved them, yes, but sometimes her brilliant men lost her...
...and then wrote out a list.
Hell.
"So we're going to the middle of the ocean..." she drawled, later, in front of her CO. "For world peace." At least that was how her men had phrased it? Half remembered horrors from a city under the sea. She hadn't had a chance to stop by her inlaws before pinning the commander, but...the boys outranked anyone on base normally. That was what happened when you wrapped intelligent people in a military bodyguard set. You protected your intelligent assets after all...
"A boat and...?"
"I've a requisitions list for the armory."
"...of course you do. You're sure this isn't just some night terror, Brea?"
"Operation Paperclip. All of the files on it are redacted," she noted softly. She'd...checked? Subset of scientists NOT brought to the US had been listed with Rapture destination though. It was...legit? As far as records went. And there had been adverts about an open city, Rapture...
...she wasn't feeling nearly as stable by the time their boat bumped against the small, rocky outcropping and they were threading their way into the dark lighthouse to...go down. Down. Oh hell. The video clip kicked on at eighteen fathoms.
Where the artist need not fear censure...
...where the scientist need not be bound by petty morality.
That was a bad sign wasn't it? "I see why your parents left," she admitted quietly as she leaned back against the boys, shadows playing across the packs at their feet. The neon splashes that shifted through the window as they came in on the approach to Rapture was...almost normal. Neon was the advertisement hook of choice these days but the whale drfting past painted in those reflected colors was certainly...striking.
Okay, admittedly, she was impressed. A city under the sea? All shadowy depths and polished windows and chrome? It was...attractive.
But they had a lot of ammo for a reason yes. Staying grounded was important, this wasn't a vacation. Not...really. "Not seeing much movement in the connecting tunnels," she noted softly as the bathysphere leveled out. "Population is likely low..." Given it SHOULD be a time of day when people were out of work and at their leisure?
Should.
"I demand a proper honeymoon after this," she noted softly. JUST IN CASE.
When: Once the boys are old enough to remember Rapture? 1960 or so.
What: So they probably shouldn't leave that down there huh?
Breakfast tables were...probably dangerous. Given how often things discussed there determined the fate of the world and all. Or at least that's how it felt some days. They lived on base given Elcy and Yinsi were high assets and Braig and Dilan were likely to be even higher assets. Some days she felt kind of like she'd just managed to stumble accidentally into something that made her so happy. Growing up as a base brat had bled into college that led to liaison to their scientists had led to something of a whirlwind romance had led to special dispensation that ad her waking up every morning with two wonderful men in her life.
Not bad as far as she was concerned, even if it took a particular frame of mind to accept their marriage. They were headed into a era of more openness and allowance, hopefully, she'd like that after growing up in the fifties and it's insistence on perfect modular housing and nuclear families.
And kitchen devices. What the hell was that even about? Granted, she wasn't a modern housewife that spent hours in the kitchen, she had a range of talents that did not...comply with the standard and Dilan was a better cook than she'd ever be. A fact that kind of made her outcast at the base housewife socials but hey, she was usually busy anyway.
Still, some days she almost wished for the standard experience. Days like today when she looked up from her eggs at the breakfast table to blink at her husbands, bemused, as they did the secret language based on prior experience thing. She loved them, yes, but sometimes her brilliant men lost her...
...and then wrote out a list.
Hell.
"So we're going to the middle of the ocean..." she drawled, later, in front of her CO. "For world peace." At least that was how her men had phrased it? Half remembered horrors from a city under the sea. She hadn't had a chance to stop by her inlaws before pinning the commander, but...the boys outranked anyone on base normally. That was what happened when you wrapped intelligent people in a military bodyguard set. You protected your intelligent assets after all...
"A boat and...?"
"I've a requisitions list for the armory."
"...of course you do. You're sure this isn't just some night terror, Brea?"
"Operation Paperclip. All of the files on it are redacted," she noted softly. She'd...checked? Subset of scientists NOT brought to the US had been listed with Rapture destination though. It was...legit? As far as records went. And there had been adverts about an open city, Rapture...
...she wasn't feeling nearly as stable by the time their boat bumped against the small, rocky outcropping and they were threading their way into the dark lighthouse to...go down. Down. Oh hell. The video clip kicked on at eighteen fathoms.
Where the artist need not fear censure...
...where the scientist need not be bound by petty morality.
That was a bad sign wasn't it? "I see why your parents left," she admitted quietly as she leaned back against the boys, shadows playing across the packs at their feet. The neon splashes that shifted through the window as they came in on the approach to Rapture was...almost normal. Neon was the advertisement hook of choice these days but the whale drfting past painted in those reflected colors was certainly...striking.
Okay, admittedly, she was impressed. A city under the sea? All shadowy depths and polished windows and chrome? It was...attractive.
But they had a lot of ammo for a reason yes. Staying grounded was important, this wasn't a vacation. Not...really. "Not seeing much movement in the connecting tunnels," she noted softly as the bathysphere leveled out. "Population is likely low..." Given it SHOULD be a time of day when people were out of work and at their leisure?
Should.
"I demand a proper honeymoon after this," she noted softly. JUST IN CASE.
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"This," Dilan informed her, "is going to be bad. Please try to to keep everything else off me while I fight the Daddy."
"Naw," Braig said, "she's on Little Sister duty. Get the LS out of the way while I go after the things dodging and dancing around." Things, not people. He had to think of them like that. Things. Monsters.
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...but there were no katzu children here. Place would have been sunk years ago if there were honestly. "I'll keep ahold of her and then we call the lady again about helping her if we can't find her gatherer's garden bit." Trying to ignore the wet sound of dead man on a drill in a wall? Yup.
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...giant.
Yeah.
There was a little, corpse like little girl with glowing eyes behind them all, crouching in a corner and screaming as someone with a wrench stood above her. She nodded to the boys and ran, sliding under a swinging crowbar to take the man by the girl in the knees. Yup, she was on the kid thing.
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Braig, meanwhile, put a shot in the splicer's head and then whirled to look around at the rest of the area for whatever was going to come next.
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And Braig was getting atention, naturally. Worse though was when the little sister screamed again when Aya touched her, making the Big Daddy turn that way.
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"Aya! Get her quiet!" Braig yelped, taking shots when needed.
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Dilan, meanwhile, was doing his best to avoid the drill while ripping at his foe.
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The Big Daddy was NOT happy with Dilan no. Not at all. In that trying to bounce him off walls kind of way?
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Braig tackled Aya and the sister out of the way of the mines, landing on top of them so that if one hit anyway it would go through Braig, then Aya, and then the Little Sister.
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Dilan finished punching out the lights on the BD and snagged a piece of piping - although not the same bit that the BD was caught in - to jam into it's body to try to kill the person inside. It was a shame, but it was a necessary shame.
And it was another monster to add to his tally.
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As soon as Aya had a free hand Braig slapped the tool into it.
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That hurt.
In the dizzy, painful, passing out kind of way? First plasmids...sucked apparently. Owwww. Still, "Okay, girl..." she gritted when she sat up.
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"Oh man that....I'm...fizzing..." Aya admitted softly, eyes glowing a touch.
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Ohhhh man.
"How...how do we...drain this?"
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Braig put his forehead against hers, nose touching nose. "Good. I like calling you babe. Do you think you can stand? We need to find you a plasmid to learn."
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"It's too nice. It's sugar instead of meat."
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He was trying to give her a little bit more normalcy to cling to.
"Some of us like sugar." Braig pointed out, holding one of her hands as he spoke to Dilan, "I know you don't want to do this, but we're going to have to if we want to save the girls...if you want I can do it instead."
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