aaron paul without the swearing

[servitor]

( Since we're all supposed to be real close and buddy buddy around here, anyone care to fill me in on your skills or training?

I'm not going to drill you and ask you to run laps, I promise. Not today at least.

... Unless you're with me, then you better be on the tenth lap and not a nap )

[You know who you are.]

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Annie. It takes a moment, but Sam can place her - the girl who'd cut in on his conversation with Shepard when they were talking hypotheticals, who'd told them so far they were the only two who had their shit together.

Also the one who fought with Katie and Lexa during their planning, but that doesn't mean much. Much as Sam likes and respects them both, most people fight with Katie and Lexa. ]

And here I thought she was part of the planning process. Maybe they were all shouting at each other too much.

[ Which is another reason he'd try to stay out of it except for support - too many people with big personalities and big opinions, not enough trust to go around. Still, he quirks a little smile at that comment. ]

Special ops? [ He's guessing, mostly, too much to try to narrow it down more than that, but you learn to pick up some signs when you hang around them too much. And, you know, when you've been special ops yourself for way too damn long. ]

[servitor]

[He smirks faintly before he takes a sip of his coffee.]

Special ops, black ops, infiltration. You name it, we were it. [He sniffles once, glancing away, searching, thinking, thoughts sorting themselves into place. Nyx doesn't mind sharing, less with Sam who seems to be the same sort of man he is, at the end of the day.] The Kingsglaive was formed after my home was destroyed. "The King's Personal Guard," we were called. A big technicality, given there was already an army in place. So we were sent out there to fight while the army stayed back to defend the city. Whatever we had to do, we'd do it. We learned how to fight like the King's best and only army. We were the only one that could take down the Empire's armies, daemons, MTs. [Nyx takes another thoughtful sip of coffee. He'd nearly broken his back in training, learning how to warp and scale walls and do every single stupid thing only someone of his caliber could pull off.] So yeah. Special ops is a way to put it.

[He's become keenly aware that, in the end, the Glaive was just a pawn to the war. Victims to loss and anger. Expendable units. The people didn't like them, the army even less for taking their actual duties. The list could go on, but he doesn't get much into it after that.]

And I don't ask Annie much unless she shares. I figure it's better for the both of us.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam leans back against the counter, sipping at his own coffee as he listens. It's one of the things he's best at, might as well keep it up - even with their mental links. He'd rather stay out of people's heads as much as he can, for his sake and theirs. At the moment, his mind is closed off enough that there's only the faint background hum of the symbiote connection, but honestly, he doesn't need it to know what the guy's talking about.

It sounds like the EXO-7 project, like SHIELD. Hell, like what they'd wanted to turn the Avengers into, at least as far as being sent out. ]

Sounds familiar. Only I got out of mine a couple of times, but never managed to stay gone.

[ He's accepted that retirement is probably never really gonna be on the table for him, though, and he grins a little at that last comment. ]

Not a bad philosophy. There's a hell of a lot of sharing around here as it is.

[servitor]

I still was in it. From the looks of it, I'll never leave it.

[As to the second part, he only shrugs.]

I haven't been here long enough to control it. I've been told to keep it down.

[Not an easy task, but at the very least he doesn't think of his own death too often. There's too much to do to linger on that for very long.]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Me neither. There's worse ways to live, though.

[ He makes a soft snort, somewhere between amusement and exasperation. ]

Like it's your fault in the first place, right? The mind sharing thing is... well, it's touchy for a lot of people. Not without good reason, but some people are more jerks about it than others. [ Not that he's naming names. ] I been here long enough to get a pretty decent handle on my shields, you wanna have a look? I've helped people get a feel for them, make it a little easier than trying to wrangle the thing from scratch.

[servitor]

I've been hearing a lot about those. It's not like I've really got anything to hide but if it makes others comfortable, might as well.

[Though there are some places he doesn't want people prowling about. Some places he has to keep buried so grief doesn't overcome him.]