[ OPEN ] here comes the boooooooy

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WHO: Yzak and you!
WHAT: Various "come, let's get CR balls rolling" things
WHERE: All over
WHEN: WHENEVER, he's new, so ~new guy time frame~
WARNINGS: n/a but will note if anything comes up!

( Top levels in the comments! Hit me up at gaignun or urtv @ disco for any questions/etc. Down with wildcards too so don't adhere to just the top levels if you've got an idea! )

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[ It's as though that image becomes clearer through the pain - the faces looming over him on that table and deeming him good enough before they cut into him. Yzak steps back - clumsy but not exactly a stumble, his other hand out behind him until he feels the edge of one of the medbay beds and uses that to brace against. And he takes in that information as quickly as its fed to him, the hand over his eye sliding up to press his palm over his forehead, fingers tangled through his own bangs. His eyes are open, strained because it hurts and the screens in front of him aren't coming from some techy headset but from within himself...

His fingers curl so tightly in his hair that it hurts, but it's all Yzak can do short of doing that to his own eyes because just like that embedded chip in his wrist he feels that visceral need to claw whatever is in there out. But there's the part of him that knows, that feels it all so deeply embedded inside of him that he can't do that without ripping himself into pieces. ]

That's exactly what they did. [ His voice is tight, hissed, deep, beyond that line of anger he usually hits that loops back around and almost seems calm, but his expression gives away the absolutely disgusted, nearly murderous rush he feels in himself because his sense of autonomy is the worst place one can hit Yzak. Lacking control, lacking information is something so awful and sensitive in him because of how much he realized he actually lacked it during the first war. (still lacks it now in ways, in his own life)

And yet, something stops him from losing it completely. But he yells out against that voice, cursing it and demanding more information. What's been put inside of them? No, not a short summary, every single piece of it, where it's connected and what it does, anything to know, anything so he can focus on it, maybe take it into his own control somehow. The explanations provided alert him to what Dearka just felt behind his own ear, and Yzak brushes his curtain of hair out of the way to feel the button installed behind his own. It takes all of his will not to claw his fingernails into it like he did to his wrist. Why weren't they asked first? Why should they be expected to do anything after all of this violation to their bodies and their wills?

The more questions he rattles off, though, the tone he takes on shifts ever so slightly, into one Yzak's taken on tons of times before. The sort that implies that despite his grousing and his yelling, he's ... not going to reject it. Huh! ]

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[Dearka doesn't have quite the same hangups or anxieties that Yzak does, but that doesn't mean he's taking this situation a whole hell of a lot better. The degree of violation they've apparently been subjected to would set anyone off. Knowing that their brains were tampered with really takes that to a new level of unforgivable. Whatever these implants are, it's obvious that they're of a technological level beyond what the two of them are familiar with... And if their captors can create such devices, what other disciplines might they be as advanced in? Is their understanding of neurology on the same advanced level? If so, what else might they have toyed with while they were rooting around in their heads?

He grinds his teeth and makes his own demands of the system, and for a moment they both fall silent as they verbally spar with the computer that now lives in their heads. Dearka's questions are not devoid of the technical details, but he's more immediately focused on the why. Why them? Why here? What possible justification could their captors have for violating their autonomy to this extent?

The answers to those questions are... Not exactly enough to quell his anger entirely, but they are enough to stop him from seeing red for the moment. He comes around a little faster than Yzak does, enough to shake off the last vestiges of the activation headache and make his way over to his friend, a scowl still lingering on his features. He touches Yzak's arm lightly, quietly reminding him that he's not alone in all of this, and waits for him to surface from the tidal-wave of information.]

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[ You know it's bad when Yzak isn't appeased by hearing that their experiences and talents are the reasons they've been taken here. Since he's so easily pleased by hearing compliments and having his hard work praised in such a way. Because of course his skill should be wanted by any smart organization.

Yzak's now got a headache for entirely different reasons, even when the one due to activating inside of him cedes. He hardly looks satisfied with what he hears either, but his rage does seem a little more subdued. Silver linings. Dearka's touch anchors him, the reminder that neither of them are alone in this loud and clear. Sure, they're both perfectly capable of handling a situation like this on their own if they had to, but the support, the familiarity of something to lean on and support, carry the weight of it together ... Yzak is glad they've got that right now in each other. ]

So that's it then? [ He bites, fingers untwisting from his hair as brings his hand down some. ] We're so god damned good at what we do, some interdimensional organization decides to kidnap up for their cause.

And fully expects us to just go along with it when we've got much more important matters to deal with back home!

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Seems like it, yeah.

[Dearka's tone is, for lack of a better word, taut. He doesn't have his typical easygoing swagger going on right now, those blond eyebrows of his still knit together in consternation. Yzak is correct, but... They were also brought here to help what sounds like an extremely dire situation. He can't discount that factor.

Whether or not those are his own thoughts, or if it's the influence of the chip tampering with his brain... We may never know. What is definitely still 100% Dearka, is the way he automatically looks to Yzak now for guidance. Always following, always ready to support.]

So. What's our next move from here, Commander?

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[ Yzak's mind is at odds with that fact, too. Though he struggles more, fights more, fiery and stubborn to push against something that presses up so harshly against him. Even later he'll be more concerned about how this whole issue could potentially seep into their own world. But for now...

Dearka asks, and Yzak is already casting his gaze from the door they just came through, to the one on the opposite end of the room. The hand he has braced on the edge of the bed squeezes the unimpressively thin mattress, and then he pushes himself back straight up to his feet. What is their next move here? Even with the information dump they just got, there's still a hell of a lot of unknown all around and ahead of them. So right now... ]

The others who were just dragged here are probably just as pissed off about this as we are now! We should find out how many of us there are. Come on.

[ Swinging right back into it, Yzak makes for that latter door. ]

More importantly, it sounds like this has been going on for some time, so those who have been here longer, they probably have more useful information than what we're being fed. This stuff is useful, but I'd rather hear from someone in the same situation we're in than the ones who are forcing us all into it.

[ And it's obvious enough as to why. There's a tenseness in Yzak's expression as he reluctantly checks his device again - he's going to hate the process of having to get used to this.

Mumbled: ] Team Revelation. That's something else we need to look into; what each team has been assembled to do. Where were you assigned, Dearka?

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[Dearka pauses to double check his assignment as well. It is extremely impressive technology. It'd be pretty exciting to mess around with, if only he'd, you know, actually consented to having it implanted in the first place??? His purple eyes light up, and they flit back and forth as he reads through the on-screen text that only he can see.]

...Revelation as well. And... Housing unit 001...?

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011.

[ Wow he should be 001? Because he is #1 always? Athrun isn't here so he does not apply. ]

That's a relief, being assigned to the same team. [ And honestly Yzak wouldn't have it any other way.

Not to mention ... they're still so new here that Yzak doesn't know what the deal is with the teams thing. What if they were somehow pitted against one another? That's where his mind goes when he thinks and speculates, so the relief is that much more powerful because he doesn't want to consider a situation where he and Dearka stand on opposite sides of anything. ]

And our ... weapons are in DISPATCH? We're to be escorted there to confirm our ownership of them. [ All spoken like a question, because when they say 'weapons' ... well, there are a few things that could mean. ]

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[Yzak do you want to swap so that you're number 001. Because Dearka would probably let you. He doesn't give a shit.

He's still fiddling with the Occular, pulling up a few search inquiries related to the teams and skimming through some explanations with the typical speed reading nonsense one would expect from a coordinator.]

Seems like the teams are largely for organizational and operational purposes. [He turns the Occular off and smirks.] But you're right: at least they're smart enough to know not to separate us. Guess we should go see if they're smart enough to equip us properly, too.