3640/Guardians of the Sisterhood

Guardians of the Sisterhood
Date of Scene:	30 September 2020
Location:	Lower Deck - Milano
Synopsis:	Gamora and Nebula have a talk and air out their laundry. There is still more laundry.
Cast of Characters:	Nebula, Gamora

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Nebula has posed:
While Nebula has been loosely accepted in the crew, she keeps to herself most of the time. Down in the lower sections of the Milano where the constant racket of Rocket and QUill arguing, or just that infernal music is but a whisper against the bulkhead rather than an annoyance. It would be par for the course if, when she was alone, she wasn't looking up at the hatch leading up into the belly of the beast with a distant expression of curiousity.

It's a labor of a few hours, though.

She started out across the room, working on a blaster pistol... then she was a little closer where a low hanging power conduit was within reach for her to do pull ups, and finally standing just at the entryway... Watching, silently, from the darkness.

Like a Gargoyle.

Gamora has posed:
    The environment on this ship is somehow simultaneously several times friendlier than Gamora's usual environs, and yet also more combative. It is surreal and exhausting, and there are few places on the ship to move with any sort of speed or ferocity without matching the integrity of her skeleton against the walls.
    Her efforts to find an exception to this rule has lead Gamora down here; where the noise of Nebula's exertions draw a suspicious, cautious expression from the green alien woman before she lays eyes on... her sister. "... Ah." She recognized her in an almost solemn tone. "Nebula."

Nebula has posed:
Gamora's arrival isn't a surprise, Nebula watches her come down the hatch with her usual glare of pupilless black eyes. What it lacks in surprise, it more than makes up for in... something. Undefined. "Gamora." In a tone that could be icy to any other person in the galaxy, but her sister is almost certainly use to it.

She straightens from her lean and smooth her hands down her jump suit, "I wasn't going up there." Instantly defensive, she turns sharply away and stalks back towards the darkness, "I was just about to tell them to shut up.. They refuse to be quiet, ever. It is impossible to think without hearing whatever it is that dimwitted half terran calls music.."

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora's somewhat more expressive yellow eyes are nontheless well trained in hiding her intentions, and she manages to betray very little other than studious curiosity. She tilts her head slightly at Nebula's defensive words and agrees "No. I imagine even you're not zealous enough to explode or suffocate yourself." Which in other circumstances may well have been a challenge to her loyalty.
    Gamora steps forward, high heels clicking loudly on the metal floor with no effort to hide her movements as she folds her arms under her chest. She looks up as Nebula speaks, asthough looking at the mismatched subjects in question. "They're... lively." She determines, not comitting to full agreement. "It may just be the nature of creatures without a purpose. ... Maybe we'll get used to it."

Nebula has posed:
Nebula fidgets, just a twitch of her shoulder. She can hide from anyone, anywhere, except from her sister. Glancing back over her shoulder with a scowl and a narrowed eye, "What makes you think I want to get use to it..." It's an obstuse display, if she wanted to leave she could.

Nobody has a gun to her head.

Her arms remain lax at her side, dangling. The cybernetic fingers on her left hand wiggle, synaptic control exerted, "We could leave.. Go back to father. He would welcome us back!" She's not shouting, just stressing her words as she spins to face her adoptive sibling. "Things could be like they were.. maybe not perfect, but..."

Motioning out, around at the lower levels of a strange ship full of strange people. "Certainly not /this/..."

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora doesn't meet Nebula's gaze for a few seconds of pregnant silence. It isn't outside the realm of possibility. If they could get the drop on Drax first, there'd be little resistance from the others. Perhaps none if they could take them all out silently. It wouldn't be hard, the human wears headphones half the time. Though the plant, she's not as sure of.
    Gamora finally looks into Nebula's dark eyes, seeming to deflate very slightly as she lets out a sigh. "Father would welcome us." She agrees. "He would punish us. And then he would forgive us... and things would go... back to normal." There's a subtle quiver in Gamora's voice, as if part of her really truly wants to. Or - and it's hard to imagine of the deadly assassin - that she's... afraid of the uncertainty of the new life she's looking at. "... I don't want to."

Nebula has posed:
It's a thought that Nebula's had many times since coming aboard, how she would take out the members of the crew if she had to. There was no better assassin, save one, and both of them were on the ship! If they could work together... if Nebula could dare to believe her sist-... whatever hope, which was a commodity in rare supply with the Luphomoid, was dashed with Gamora's final words...

There had never been any indication on her face. No grin to mark a growing excitement. There was a shriveling in her demeanor when it comes crushing down though. "He would punish /me/." Quiet, but echoing where she stands looking over her shoulder at the green skinned assassin. She takes a breath and looks forward, shoulders rising and falling, "I should have known you would be afraid to go back." Whether she misread her sisters intent or ... just refuses to see the reality of her words.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora narrows her eyes dangerously. She is not often accussed of cowardice. Many who have, now have some combination of scars, prosthetics, or a grave stone over their heads to show for it, depending on their worth to her Father. Gamora Ben-Titan doesn't suffer it lightly.
    "I fear nothing." Gamora responds coldly. Behind Nebula's back - almost unheard of - Gamora is... throttling her impulses until her sense of restraint can overtake them. She sounds tense, but a bit less furious as she says, "... Father's dream won't work, Nebula. And he'll never let us live in this Galaxy while he pursues it. I want..." Gamora turns her head to the side, "... to live. I want to know what life looks like."

Nebula has posed:
Nebula has been on the receiving end of Gamora's anger, but more often she's seen it direct on others. She knows where the line is and knows when to stop pushing, or when she may have already pushed too far. It isn't a matter of fear, but she does respect... breathing a steadying breath from tense shoulders when the expected strikem never comes, maybe that's what she wanted...

Turning then to face her sister, "I don't care about father's dream. I have never cared about it, what I care about..." Does she even know? Glancing down with a scowl, she uses the escape of Gamora speaking of living to cover her own shortcoming in continuing the thought, "Well there it is, sister..." Flicking her cybernetic hand up at the ship above them, at the music playing loud enough that she can hear it through the deckplates, of one or the other crew screaming over the sound. "I hope you enjoy it."

She's absolutely acting like a child.

Gamora has posed:
    When Nebula hesitates, stumbles on the gap in her own psyche, Gamora gives her a look. Just a for second, almost invisible except for the eyes. It's a look Nebula has received a hundred times; every time Nebula's efforts weren't good enough for their father... every time Gamora and Nebula were pitted against each other to demonstrate their worth.
    Pity.
    Gamora closes her eyes, then. "... Its made an awkward first impression." She admits. "But there's a lot more Galaxy out there." Gamora turns her back, her cape swishing behind her, and slowly begins to walk away. "I won't keep you prisoner here, Nebula. If you want to leave... try." Gamora stops, "... But I will defend my future here. I will not be turned over, and I will not be slain without effort. Consider carefully, Sister. Even if you succeed..." Gamora looks back at Nebula over her shoulder, "... you don't have much left to lose."
    With that, Gamora begins to walk away again.

Nebula has posed:
Pity...

There are few things in this galaxy Nebula dispises more than that look. Not the torture at the hands of her father, not the lashing at the hands of Gamora, but that look from her sister? It runs her blood to boil. Blue lips peel back from dark teeth in a vicious sneer, "Don't you look at me like that.." Flicking her wrist out in her sisters direction as if the motion itself could cause physical harm, which it could if she fired her arms cannon, but she doesn't.

"What am I going to do, Gamora? Hmm?" Following the green skinned assassin several steps towards the ladder leading back up into the ship. "Return to father without you? If he would torture us for returning together, what do you think he would do if I came back alone?" She stops just short of being withint he square of light cast from the runners on the floor above them.

A shadowy gargoyle hiding in the basement with her anger.

"Kill you?" Part of her wishes, wants even.. but another part of her.. smirks. Letting the thought linger as her sister departs, until she's gone, and Nebula's alone.. The smirk evaporates.

"Then I really would be alone." Said under her breath.. turning to stalk back across the floor to the oposite side of the lower corridor from the exit, moving things around with a great deal more force than is necessary, just to make a racket and express a small portion of her anger.