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hadriel { ic inbox }

This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

[ Poe sobers. He can put things together. Nate's calm at the excavation sight, the clear line he draws between civilians and combatants.

He might not have any idea of the scale of Nate's work and the body count behind it, but he can at least recognize a fellow fighter when he sees one. ]

I believe you. [ A pause. ] You should meet John Sheppard. Newcomer, from the same place I was before this. I think you two would get along.

[ Nate doesn't have the training. He isn't military. The day he first picked up a gun he was fifteen, it was necessity, a man in a dark suit with dark sunglasses cornered him on a rooftop and told him to shut his eyes so it wouldn't hurt. He learned how to shoot a few days later. Everything after that was just an occupational hazard. ]

Met 'im. He's from my world - or a version of my world, anyway.

[ Nate never thought he'd be so happy to meet someone who has suffered the slings and arrows of existing in the same universe as a big box store. ]

Pretty sure we haven't mastered intergalactic travel where I come from. [ He nods to one side, grudging. ] Though if we did, I guess I probably wouldn't have the clearance to know about it.

We haven't either. Interplanetary, sure, but intergalactic? Not a chance. We still haven't even explored our whole galaxy. And John's people have ships that could blast past ours in terms of speed. Don't think they have lightspeed for their smaller ones at least. We've got that one on them.

[ Ships ships ships ships. Stop him before he keeps going. ]

[ Yeah, he could have foreseen that bringing up ships would capture Poe's attention span the same way any object over a hundred years old captures Nate's.

He raises his eyebrows, amused, gently steering. ]

So what makes you think we'd get along?

I don't know, exactly. [ He hums thoughtfully.

Then: ]

He's a smartass.

Oh.

[ Pleasant, soft, almost lilting in delivery. The dry exclamation of a man who has just stumbled upon a five dollar bill in the street and cannot believe his luck. ]