JACK
Shrugging to Deimos as if to say shit happens and pouring a decent measure of whiskey into two glasses for himself and Hadama, Jack sits back once more to cradle his drink in his hands, listening to the plans unveil. They might only be seeds so far, leaving gaping and then what? questions in their wake, but he supposes it's better than nothing. "Word gets around," he says of the visions. "Which is where my ideas come in."
Taking a slow drink and setting the glass down, the captain sits up straight at his desk at last. "You ever just considered detonatin' the fuckin' island?" he asks. "We know what's effective against the Family. Why not ask the great and powerful gods to help a region craft somethin' we could plant on the island and just... let it do its thing?"
Smirking and lowering his voice, he continues. "Before that, though, I reckon it'd be a good idea if there was a place we could speak freely. No purple static allowed. I know that's easier said than done, but have you ever thought've goin' on the offensive with shit like that? Sendin' our best and brightest and takin' what we need from the Family?"
Taking a slow drink and setting the glass down, the captain sits up straight at his desk at last. "You ever just considered detonatin' the fuckin' island?" he asks. "We know what's effective against the Family. Why not ask the great and powerful gods to help a region craft somethin' we could plant on the island and just... let it do its thing?"
Smirking and lowering his voice, he continues. "Before that, though, I reckon it'd be a good idea if there was a place we could speak freely. No purple static allowed. I know that's easier said than done, but have you ever thought've goin' on the offensive with shit like that? Sendin' our best and brightest and takin' what we need from the Family?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
