mitochondriaaya | 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.

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From:

sliceitwithwind

"I was six when we left." Dilan pointed out, "I have no idea why masks."

"Or why those masks." Braig agreed, taking aim, "Stop or we kill you." it was said coldly, without any emotion at all.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Was mostly rhetorical," she admitted wryly. "Don't offer, just shoot." These people were insane and if they backed off now they'd just come up behind them later...

...plus it meant she didn't have to hear Braig being that empty again. Most these guys dropped after two shots, though a few were staying back with..."that's a tommy gun." Oh hell.

From:

sliceitwithwind

Braig's shots were as targeted as ever, and when the tommy guns appeared he concentrated on headshots to take those people out first. Shoot first ask questions later was fine with him, he just thought that she might be upset if they went that route.

Dilan fired much, much more slowly than Braig, and only hit about half the time - for much the same reason as he couldn't drive. Too many Things! Moving! for him to focus quite right.

From:

mitochondriaaya

That was alright, shots to the side and above spooked people just as much as hits did. Especially people as strung out as this lot were. "Looks like they blocked or dropped most the external balcony ways. We may have to thread through apartments," Aya growled during a reload.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Of course we will." Dilan said with a sigh, watching as person by person they fell to the bullets. He was as saddened by it as he was upset about Braig's complete impassiveness.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Because that's how life goes here apparently," she noted, touching Braig's shoulder once the rest of the defense mob was down. She was...really tempted to ask him NOT to shoot at all already and they were..barely started weren't they?

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Pretty much." Braig agreed, turning to kiss Aya's cheek. He wouldn't let her stop him, he needed to be able to keep them safe. He needed it like Dilan needed to see Rapture drown.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Well, no, she didn't expect asking would have stopped him no. Still tempted. "I'm gong to check the downed ones for ammo and such alright?" Never hurt to get more ammo rate mobs were increasing...but she wanted to warn the boys before stepping away.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Sounds good." Braig agreed. Dilan grunted quietly and glided ahead to check as well, under the theory that it was harder to kill him than Aya. Sure, it was very possible for someone with a gun to kill him...but...slightly harder.

Besides, she was a better shot.

"We want to get out of here as quickly as we can." Braig continued, "Hopefully to find a less populated area."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Where do we NEED to go?" Aya asked softly. To find their girls and whatever needed to be destroyed? "Maps says medical past all this."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Pretty much everywhere to lay enough explosives to bring the whole place down." Dilan said, tugging at one dread absently. "The science buildings are a must, though, if we have to prioritise."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Alright," Aya nodded, "we find a proper map and we'll take it with us." Hopefully there WAS one. She couldn't imagine a place like this wouldn't...

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Deal." said Braig, nodding, "Mom and dad did their best, but who knows how well that's going to translate." He was sounding more like himself, instead of the cold eyed killer that shot down the tweaking Rapture denizens. It made Dilan sigh slightly in relief.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"But they've been gone for years," Aya agreed, rebalancing her pack after taking useful things from the bodies. "And growth is 'innovative'." She was PROBABLY going to hate that word by the time they left.

Still, it was good to hear Braig coming back to himself. "Still head through apartments to get to medical looks like best bet for the plan..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"We might find useful things in medical, although I don't want to count on it." Dilan mused, stroking Braig's long hair lovingly. Braig had never cared that it wasn't really acceptable for a man to have long hair. His hair was awesome, and sexy, and he loved having it long.

He also loved having it petted, so he arched his head into the touch with a small smile.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yeah, with a lot of reliance on ADAM here there's no telling what low level medical stuff will be..." she sighed, trying to even picture what a med kit would look like here. Probably terrifying glowing injections like the weird blue one from the machine earlier.

Once her backpack was back on she smiled and trailed fingers along arms, "you guys are still the best reason to smile..." Even here. Just LOOK at them!

From:

sliceitwithwind

The men looked at each other, then reached out to cup one side of her face each, "We feel the same about you." Dilan purred, "Our Aya."

That was all the time they really could steal, however, so Braig cracked his neck and started moving again.

From:

mitochondriaaya

They were so going to make the crazy drug addicts jealous yes. IF any could see them without being close enough to die anyway. Through one apartment, down a hole into another, back up, through, around...yeah. Fun. Then they came to a collapsed section that had only one way to go...

...toward a small theater. Great. And a crackling radio, "hey, hey surface guys? That you pinging the sensors near there? Hope it's you..." Atlas sighed.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"We're here." Braig said after an exchange of glances with his spouces that nominated him as the only speaker for Atlas to deal with. That Dilan was there was out of the bag, but that didn't mean he needed to talk...and something about the voice on the radio set his back up, although he couldn't say what it was.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Oh good. Listen, I heard some stompin' just a bit ago, big heavy tread means a Big Daddy is somewhere near you. And where there's Daddy's there's Little Sisters...and Splicers. The girls harvest ADAM y'see? So they're prime targets and the Daddy's protect the girls from the crazies but they ain't too picky about about who they smash so tread lightly yeah? Useful if you got yourself some ADAM not going to lie, but tangling with a Daddy isn't for everyone..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan cut Braig off before Braig could point out that the other man was Katzu. He could tell just by the way the Olia had looked. Braig turned his sentence into, "We'll be careful." in a very neutral tone.

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mitochondriaaya

"If you're lucky some of the splicers have banged him up a bit already, you get him dropped then make sure you don't let any of the tweakers get that girl. You'll want her yourself alright? And if you've got heavy artillery I suggest you prep it." Just in case.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Thanks for the tip." Braig said, rolling his eyes. Like they'd come down without armament? Lots of it? "Moving out."

That said he strode away from the radio, Dilan following.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Hey, the LAST people to 'stumble' into Rapture had been amateur bell divers and they hadn't exactly been useful. Still. "Good luck mates, if you make it we'll talk later."

Yup. Still. They hadn't gone more than a few steps before the radio crackled again, tuning itself, "Was that that horrid Atlas telling you to hurt my girls?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Pardon?" Braig's surprise made his upbringing show, rather than the rough-and-tumble side he usually showed the world. (To his mother's dismay.) "And you are?"