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[I have missed all of you, but alas I have returned! Now to just find everything I had going before.]

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[Everything I have not answered will be placed in drafts for a time when I have acquired a computer than is not being hovered over by my younger brother.]

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When he popped out, she flinched and flailed her hands with a laugh. “You’re evil,” she joked, sticking her tongue out. “My sense of adventure is limited to space! And even then, I’m stuck in the very belly of the ship! Not much adventure going on down there.” When her heart rate slowed and she calmed down, she gave him a friendly side hug and rubbed his shoulder. “Always good to see you, Luke.”

At his request, however, she widened her eyes. “Something to show me?” she repeated, grinning. “I’d love to see! Now that you’re not popping out to scare me, I think I’ll be okay. Just help keep me safe, and we’re golden.”

"Thank you for noticing." he began, offering his friend a mock apologetic smile before motioning her to follow him. "Clearly you need to get out more. Go find yourself a nice boy and travel the universe with him; isn't that want you girls want anyway?" It was all too often that Luke teased her about whatever personal life she managed to hid from him as he was sure there were elements he was not aware of.

Peering through the glass available to them, on a back table within one of the isolation rooms was one of the space rovers from the early twenty first century. It was nothing but a mark on humanities history, another step forward that he'd reluctantly missed, but as it sat there like a proud work of art, he couldn't help but feel connected to it.

It's Gonna Be Epic | Luke & Dar

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Luke's hand instantly shot out, grabbing the bottle as it was violently presented to him, though his own eyes were fixed back on the imagine the file presented. There was a sense of similarity he had not the cruelty to deny, but this wasn't easily passed off and, perhaps, this was what his friend needed. "You're not going to tell him, are you?" he asked as his eyes reflected his internal curiosity.

Having only a creator for a father-figure, Luke believed his child deserved better than either of them had ever been presented with. When it came to younger ones, an insecure father was better than no father at all. Luke had sparingly been able to show his love toward his daughter, though his primary position was within the shadows, but there was something about this young boy that made Luke feel responsible in a different sense. "The little ones love you like a grumpy grandfather, I'm sure he loves you already. What's to worry about?"

Khan glared at him, sniping the bottle from his grasp and nursing it close vindictively. “No aprons, and no waxing,” was all he said before he took another turn at the rum. Beer in the bag or no, it was definitely a rum kind of evening with the way things were turning out. He glanced back at the file on the computer, quirking a sad smile. “He’ll probably believe that you’re his dad a lot easier than me,” he noted. “Sons want to look like their fathers; and he does look a lot like you.”

Rummaging around in the sack, he tossed a beer in Luke’s direction, still intent on keeping the rum out of a slowly diluting sense of revenge. Luke at least had some experience to justify being a better father figure. Claiming he was what he wasn’t had never sounded appealing to him in the past, an he was not about to start just to exert his ego over a child. Maybe he could function more as an uncle; everyone had a quirky uncle somewhere didn’t they?

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[Having to share one computer with my siblings is rather tough. Why didn't I bring mine? What was I thinking?]

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There was a part of him that was comforted by the laughter he was able to pull from his friend as they all needed a momentary piece of serenity in this world full of insanity. Just as he placed the amber liquid on the surface he was punched, forcing him to stumble back as he twisted his features into that of a mock offended look. "I'd return that little doozy, but it took me a long time to procure all this equipment and we would destroy it in about three seconds."

Once the bottle was replaced, Luke took a long pull from the bottle himself. "Actually, the more I think about it, I think you'd make a lovely wife. I'll even get you an apron to make while you serve me sandwiches and beer." At that even the Commander couldn't help but chuckle, thankful of the lightening atmosphere for, in the near future, the reality of the situation would have to be dealt with.

Sitting for a moment in relative silence, he tried to integrate the concept of being a father. It was a horrible circumstance, he realized: he had never had a father. He had only ever been surrounded by the laboratory technicians; the wet nurses, arguably the only soft-touch in the facility, stopped socializing the children after the first year. What it meant, or what it even entailed, to be a father was completely beyond him. Even if he wasn’t an attached father, which part of him both hoped he would and would not be, it would not change the fact that it was a foreign principal to him at all.

Unwittingly stunned into sudden laughter by his partner’s comment, he tried to stifle himself until the man got back, only waiting until the rum was safely on the table before punching him viciously in the shoulder. “This does not mean that I’m the woman in this relationship,” he bit back through his perpetuating chuckles. “And I will not be making you sandwiches.” Snagging the bottle of rum, he uncorked it with a deft flick of his wrist, taking it straight for a full swig before setting it back.

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After three hundred years it's hard to remember what you were or what you wanted to be.

[Do not question my darlings. My younger brother has made a Bane-like Augment. Follow him my darlings as he is a lovely friend for all. My entire family is going to end up on here.]

#OutOfMemory #*family promote

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Luke was fortunate that his first child had been, well for lack of a better term, conceived; he knew what if felt like to receive that information for the first time, but not in such a manner as they just had. That day had equally been the best and most frightening one he'd yet experienced, but he'd loved Anastasia with all his heart and that had been enough to allow him to see the light within the darkening situation. His daughter had been the last born augment prior to the War.

Picking up the bag by its handles, Luke placed the contained on the tabletop and stood from his rolling vessel, pointing at the screen as he stifled a laugh. "Look on the bright side, you know what that mean's don't you?" he questioned in reference to the technicalities of the child's DNA. "They must have thought I was more of a man than you." He clasped his friend on the shoulder before exiting the room only to return a moment later with a handle of rum.

Setting his first completed drink aside and reaching to his bag in Luke’s lap for another, he sat down on the table top and flicked off the top as he stared at the floor. Trying to process the maelstrom of emotions roiling around in his gut was almost impossible. He had always supposed he felt a vaguely paternal sense of responsibility and protection for the children, but this went beyond supposition and feigned roles. It was a biological fact that a child was (metaphorically) walking the earth with his DNA. Not a clone, not one of set of variables: a little boy that he’d been used to contribute to.

Scrubbing a hand over his face he let out a stiff sigh. “You’ll have to forgive me,” he said gruffly, letting his hand fall back to his lap. “This was not something I ever expected to do in my lifetime.” He laughed tonelessly and shook his head. “I can’t say I think I’m exactly parent material.” Steeling himself to look back at the file, and the little photograph with it, he could not tell if the boy had Luke’s eyes or his. “But I feel responsible for him in some way, at least.”

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Luke listened intently to the explanation that was provided for him, waiting for the recollecting that he knew would following upon cataloging him among the others. The Commander had always kept tabs on his daughter, ensuring her safety since she was born, but always from a distance. This was different, somehow it simply was and there was not explanation that could make him feel any relative portion of 'okay.'

He continued working through his drink as Khan's mind twisted into realization and then information. He was relieved that the child had arrived unharmed; how quickly he could get attached had always been a personal weakness of his, one that often led to more pain than was necessary. Never-the-less, he clanked his bottle neck against Khan's, "This isn't my first rodeo, but it's definitely different this time."

“How come we never knew about this?” the altogether frustrated and surprised augment asked, though he was sure a simple explanation was far from possible at this point in the game. The worse part was, Luke had never met this child; yes he had a daughter, but she was one of whom he was aware. Was this little one even alive? “Do you know him?” he finally asked before swiveling his chair over to the sack that had been discarded at the door, picking it up and placing it on his stable lap.

Reluctantly, as if there was an underlying sense of tension floating through the air, he rolled back over to the screen and placed an open bottle in front of the other augment. He opened one himself, breaking the glass in the process of pulling the non-twist top metal off the beer. He discarded the broken glass on the table and poured a significant amount of the liquid into his mouth, swallowing with an audible gulp.

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Good'ay

[How did I acquire new followers without knowing?]

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72-reasons:

Striding in when the other beckoned him, Khan set down the sling sack he’d brought in and let his hands drift to his pockets. Luke was cemented to a data screen, his wide eyes fixed on some data that had caught his attention. Whatever it was had apparently been severe enough to get him to call, and Khan peered over the other man’s shoulder with interest, his brows furrowing when the other man commented only sparingly on the content that had caused so much fuss.

It took him less than a minute to begin showing signs of a similar response, his mouth falling open just a fraction as he stared at the screen. Somewhere along the line, undoubtedly from one of the many samples they’d been forced to give, their DNA had been spliced. Like’s Y and his X, or something to that end. Breezing through the data, his mind slowly clogged around the notion that, technically, they had a son. “You may have to get it from the bag,” he said after a long while. “Because I’m not sure I can move my legs.”

"How come we never knew about this?" the altogether frustrated and surprised augment asked, though he was sure a simple explanation was far from possible at this point in the game. The worse part was, Luke had never met this child; yes he had a daughter, but she was one of whom he was aware. Was this little one even alive? "Do you know him?" he finally asked before swiveling his chair over to the sack that had been discarded at the door, picking it up and placing it on his stable lap.

Reluctantly, as if there was an underlying sense of tension floating through the air, he rolled back over to the screen and placed an open bottle in front of the other augment. He opened one himself, breaking the glass in the process of pulling the non-twist top metal off the beer. He discarded the broken glass on the table and poured a significant amount of the liquid into his mouth, swallowing with an audible gulp.

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It had been nothing but a routine scan through potentially threatening files, those marked by Starfleet at a level that far exceeded what he'd considered normality. There, tucked within the pages of converted PDFs, was a truth Luke had never expected to find; the worst part being, he never would have known about this novel circumstance had it not been from this ordinary operational search. It was a chore to pulled his eyes from the screen when Khan announced his presence and, instead of a verbal greeting, he waved him over with an insistent hand.

"I'm guessing this is new to you." he assessed, having not known himself he found it unlikely that his closest friend would have kept such a thing from him, no matter how odd it seemed. "I hope to god you brought that alcohol." He sat back in his chair, rolling it away from the desk ever so slightly as to allow his company to view the screen set easier.

Proceeding with due haste to the coordinates that Luke had provided, Khan remained vigilant to the scant night traffic. Though a collision was far from his mind, being observed was not. He and his partner in crime had been careful up until that point to not be caught or related in any potentially incriminating engagements, even if what remained was the highest-risk level of illegal activities. What the other man could have found that intrigued him so much as to call Khan in was something to be both anticipated and potentially feared.

Leaving his jump cycle cloaked in a shaded alcove a short distance away from the building, he proceeded inside as quick as a shadow. From there it was simple enough to find his partner, tucked away in the building’s complex network of hallways. “You rang,” he said from the door, looking in with interest.

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[Understandable]

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**It is regarding what we discussed?

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[Indeed, though I can always wait shall it be desired]

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**It is regarding what we discussed?

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Luke's childhood was nothing worth noting, in fact he was relatively certain it was most similar to his brother's, though instead of human contact he was shoved into a shed and instructed to track endless trails of nothingness. If it could be done, he would support the preservation of the young augments' innocence for as long as their forces could manage. "How long are you planning on giving them? Training will take months, if not years, and I'm not going to create liabilities."

His ear perked up at the mention of carjacking, though it could have been any sort of action and the Commander would have appreciated the offer to join in. "Well now you're talking. One large or several small? I may have an idea of where we can get vessels that will not even be missed."

A Name in the Wind - Introductions/Reunions [open for everyone]

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