Simon Illyan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
never_forgets) wrote2017-06-28 09:15 pm
never_forgets) wrote2017-06-28 09:15 pm
An Experiment
OOC: Because apparently dramatic irony is a thing I enjoy inflicting on this character, this thread involves the pre-canon Lieutenant Illyan, from a point in the middle of the trip that will change his life.
Lieutenant Simon Illyan of the Barrayaran Imperial Security service, being between wormhole jumps on the way to Illyrica, is taking a break. Since he's never been to this space station before, he doesn't notice the discontinuity between the outside of the door to the bar, and the inside of the bar he walks into.
He's traveling on official business but with orders to keep the trip quiet, which means not only that his ImpSec Horus eyes are packed securely in his luggage with the rest of his credentials, but also that his dress and posture are almost actively unmemorable. To an outside observer, he's a brown-haired young man (probably in his mid-20s) in plain civilian clothes, who might just be off work or might be on vacation. (To a trained observer, he probably looks like someone with military training trying to act like a civilian and mostly succeeding.)
He takes a seat at the bar and attempts to suppress the visible part of his surprise when the drink he was thinking about appears in front of him.
OOC: I won't be able to respond right away, but am open to multiple threads on this post, assuming this location and asynchronous communication works for others.
Lieutenant Simon Illyan of the Barrayaran Imperial Security service, being between wormhole jumps on the way to Illyrica, is taking a break. Since he's never been to this space station before, he doesn't notice the discontinuity between the outside of the door to the bar, and the inside of the bar he walks into.
He's traveling on official business but with orders to keep the trip quiet, which means not only that his ImpSec Horus eyes are packed securely in his luggage with the rest of his credentials, but also that his dress and posture are almost actively unmemorable. To an outside observer, he's a brown-haired young man (probably in his mid-20s) in plain civilian clothes, who might just be off work or might be on vacation. (To a trained observer, he probably looks like someone with military training trying to act like a civilian and mostly succeeding.)
He takes a seat at the bar and attempts to suppress the visible part of his surprise when the drink he was thinking about appears in front of him.
OOC: I won't be able to respond right away, but am open to multiple threads on this post, assuming this location and asynchronous communication works for others.
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He leans in to study the galaxy map, mouth moving in the shapes of some of the unfamiliar planet names. "These lines" - he points to one of the hyperspace routes - "look somewhat like the way we map wormhole connections, but the rest of this doesn't look like any collection of stars and planets I've ever seen."
"Did your friend make it out of your trouble without injury?"
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Of the people in that apartment, it was best he was hurt instead of anyone else, because he could get out.
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Unable to think of a clever subtlety (or maybe just too tired to expend further effort, he's not sure which), he settles for the direct. "If you don't mind my asking, is it a hobby or something else you do that results in severe injuries?"
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"The galaxy's a dangerous place and I spend a lot of time in the less savory parts of it."
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The place doesn't feel threatening, but Simon knows it's not wise to completely accept surface feelings, especially in unfamiliar surroundings.
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Even bases have their dangers but they're different ones than those that happen when he's working.