[ The rumblings, the rumors. All things Silco has kept his ears out for, and had his eye on. ]
And what sorts of things are you willing to transport? East Sophia moves so little, as you must well know. What they do move may... not always be up to snuff.
Neither of those are things I'm interested in moving.
[ I mean he'll EMPLOY kids but at least he won't trade them ]
My world? Is one of inequity. Where I'm from, the air is so thick you cannot breathe, the water so poisoned you cannot drink. Imagine the very air around you killing your children, your elderly dying off in droves before they can age out of work, and half of the rest are killed in mining accidents and rock slides. Your only hope is to turn to what works, morals be damned. You make what must work, work. You grasp what you can. You take what you must. It is all one can do.
I smuggled when I was a boy to get myself out of the mines. I started a black market with [ An Old Friend β An Enemy ] someone who is long dead now.
I turned to drugs, when even protests and bargaining failed.
[ i mean, pirates take on cabin boys/girls for the most part so that's normal
A world of inequity, though. He'd come to recognize as much from their first conversation, and despite the absolute MEANDERING PATH Silco takes to get to his point, Ace is interested in it. Morals, working, taking. It sounds like an angrier version of the piracy he's used to, but he'd been angry as a kid. Starved of peace, which he'd only found when he'd obtained family β
And, a small voice mocks, lost them. ]
Don't have to imagine it.
Everyone knows the Nobles control the world, where I come from. They use the Marines to enact that control, and anyone who resists it is either oppressed, destroyed or enslaved. Being one of the Augmented isn't as bad as it gets under the Nobles, but it feels like a slippery slope. Can you blame me if I want to stick to what I know?
I grew up with two little brothers β one of which is here β in a garbage slum. Like, literally a garbage heap.
No more than you could blame me, for sticking to what is familiar.
[ The more things change β alternate worlds, crises, second souls and creatures he's never seen before β the more they stay the same. Silco cannot even say that he's shocked. It's all the same. It's always the same.
How novel.
How utterly mundane that even a place that can pluck people from worlds is no better than where Ace is from. Or Zaun. ]
The garbage, rot, and waste filters to where I am from. I understand.
I fear this world is on a path to precisely what we know. I want to redirect it. Change it.
[ Ace isn't the type of man who'd ever actively aspired to change the world; certainly, it was a dissatisfying place, where he'd sought his own freedom and peace however it could be made. Now, existing in such tight quarters with others like him ( made, like him ), and no foreseeable escape to the open seas, he's forced to reconcile his perspective of "freedom" and how to obtain it. It's not as simple, here. ]
I don't know how to do that. Change things, I mean.
But, I'm strong. And I don't want the people who won't fall in line to get hurt, so I'll work with you on this.
If you haven't met him, there's a guy who arrived β his name is Sabo β he's part of the Revolutionary Army back home. His entire thing is change and defying corruption and oppression. We're a package deal.
Nobody knows, at first. We make mistakes, we make the wrong alliances. We try, and then when it doesn't work, we revise and try again. One must become accustomed to failure to learn to succeed. If you are afraid to try, or afraid in the attempt, then you'll never take the right steps forward.
[ This certainly was something he'd tried to impart to Jinx, too β plenty of times. Time and time again, that failure was a necessary part of the metamorphosis. It was required. Necessary.
He'd learned long ago that being afraid of loss was the way to becoming beaten down by the process.
Oh, but he was the biggest hypocrite, wasn't he? He, too, was afraid of loss. ]
Package deal, hm? Well, good news is that I have met him. So we're already all on the same page.
And I am very happy to encourage others interested in revolution to take the right steps.
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Getting the people of East Sophia β and places like it β a foot in the door could be helpful down the line.
[ among other things ]
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[ The rumblings, the rumors. All things Silco has kept his ears out for, and had his eye on. ]
And what sorts of things are you willing to transport? East Sophia moves so little, as you must well know. What they do move may... not always be up to snuff.
[ Is the pirate ok with a little piracy?? ]
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[ for a pirate, he's an odd one. ]
Hey, Silco? What's your world like, that this is your go to?
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[ I mean he'll EMPLOY kids but at least he won't trade them ]
My world? Is one of inequity. Where I'm from, the air is so thick you cannot breathe, the water so poisoned you cannot drink. Imagine the very air around you killing your children, your elderly dying off in droves before they can age out of work, and half of the rest are killed in mining accidents and rock slides. Your only hope is to turn to what works, morals be damned. You make what must work, work. You grasp what you can. You take what you must. It is all one can do.
I smuggled when I was a boy to get myself out of the mines. I started a black market with [
An Old FriendβAn Enemy] someone who is long dead now.I turned to drugs, when even protests and bargaining failed.
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A world of inequity, though. He'd come to recognize as much from their first conversation, and despite the absolute MEANDERING PATH Silco takes to get to his point, Ace is interested in it. Morals, working, taking. It sounds like an angrier version of the piracy he's used to, but he'd been angry as a kid. Starved of peace, which he'd only found when he'd obtained family β
And, a small voice mocks, lost them. ]
Don't have to imagine it.
Everyone knows the Nobles control the world, where I come from. They use the Marines to enact that control, and anyone who resists it is either oppressed, destroyed or enslaved. Being one of the Augmented isn't as bad as it gets under the Nobles, but it feels like a slippery slope. Can you blame me if I want to stick to what I know?
I grew up with two little brothers β one of which is here β in a garbage slum. Like, literally a garbage heap.
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[ The more things change β alternate worlds, crises, second souls and creatures he's never seen before β the more they stay the same. Silco cannot even say that he's shocked. It's all the same. It's always the same.
How novel.
How utterly mundane that even a place that can pluck people from worlds is no better than where Ace is from. Or Zaun. ]
The garbage, rot, and waste filters to where I am from. I understand.
I fear this world is on a path to precisely what we know. I want to redirect it. Change it.
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I don't know how to do that. Change things, I mean.
But, I'm strong. And I don't want the people who won't fall in line to get hurt, so I'll work with you on this.
If you haven't met him, there's a guy who arrived β his name is Sabo β he's part of the Revolutionary Army back home. His entire thing is change and defying corruption and oppression. We're a package deal.
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[ This certainly was something he'd tried to impart to Jinx, too β plenty of times. Time and time again, that failure was a necessary part of the metamorphosis. It was required. Necessary.
He'd learned long ago that being afraid of loss was the way to becoming beaten down by the process.
Oh, but he was the biggest hypocrite, wasn't he? He, too, was afraid of loss. ]
Package deal, hm? Well, good news is that I have met him. So we're already all on the same page.
And I am very happy to encourage others interested in revolution to take the right steps.