Dacia sighed and pushed the chair away from beneath her; she did not want to think about what could happen if she did not play her part to perfection. Now that she had adequately translated the document, and still felt a bit of amazement surging through her body at the sheer amount of languages she comprehended. Dacia found herself wondering if she had always been so much of a linguist, she noted to herself that she could not seem to forget them! Normally, when Dacia knew that she had a few months of inactivity coming up, she liked to try to pick up a new language or hobby.
For now, Dacia would not be able to relax, because the end was in sight. If she simply played her part, this whole thing might go by quicker than it normally would. She idly thought to herself that she was interested in picking up a hobby like brush-lettering. While she was able to letter some of the things from her home Universe properly, she had had to given that she had sometimes worked as an archivist. The basic alphabet was different enough that Dacia occasionally struggled with making a complete switch when she was making notes to herself.
Having glanced through a few of the notes that she had made to herself, she noted with a sense of amusement that she invariably took notes in her mother tongue. It could lead to some points of disconnect because some points did not adequately translate over (from either language) and she had to occasionally rely on the huge dictionaries that she had either bought or compiled. Cracking her fingers, she looked at some of the notes that she had tried to make in English and felt a small amount of frustration rise in her when she thought that it looked like a spider had wandered into ink and had something similar to an epileptic fit or sugar high.
Shaking her head and deciding that her time would be better served if she simply got back down to work. Which to do so she would have to make her way back through to the central computer nodule. She could only hope that for now, they would be able to work, even if now she did not have any clear guidance on what her job should be. Dacia found that she was not completely clear on what Ms Potts, Ms Hill or Lieutenant Rhodes should want her to do next.
It might be frustrating for her to feel like she was in a holding pattern, she was not sure whether or not she was coming or going. For now, though, Dacia could resolve all she wanted that she was going to continue doing her work. She did not want to be the person to hold behind any efforts that they were about to undertake. Especially if it came out that any of those holdups were simply due to her pride. It was with a surprise that she noticed her tablet beep at her. Faltering in her steps, Dacia pulled to a stop in the silver corridor and pulled her glass tablet out.
Cycling through a few of the features on the tablet, Dacia opened the email function out and felt a frown cross her face as she read through the email. It would do her no good to miss a word, not when she saw what the email proposed.
TO: Lewis, Darcy (Dacia)
FROM: Hill, M., Potts, V.
CC: Erso, J., Andor, C, Rhodes, J., Vision, Stark, A.
We have been going some of the earlier emails, and we believe that it is indeed time to begin moving the rest of the Avengers that we earlier transferred to our Compound. We discussed taking them through the justice system. As I am sure you are no doubt aware, the United States is not currently a signatory to the International Criminal Court.
While under President Obama the United States agreed to formally recognise any of the rulings that the International above Criminal Court handed down, but it operated more as an observer. Because the crimes committed by the Rogue Avengers took place in Hungary and Germany, we must try them in a court where everyone will get their justice.
When we talk about everyone having the possibility to get some justice, we are not just talking about the government of Germany, Romania but also Nigeria and earlier Sokovia. For too long the so-called Avengers felt comfortable to act in an international capacity, and when they had the benefit of Stark Industries at their back, they did not have to face any calls for justice. Now that we have managed to distance ourselves from the parasitic group, we feel that now is the perfect time for them to learn how much of a headache they could cause.
In case you are wondering, there is no Advil in the world strong enough to completely cure anyone who is forced to take responsibility for their actions. We take into account how important it is for us to disabuse them of these erroneous thoughts, we have read through the transcripts to the interviews and are pleased to note that you have talked with them about their actions that led to this Civil War nonsense.
If they haven't yet had access to reading the Accords documents, could you provide it? It would be interesting to note whether or not they begin to change their tune when they read through the document and understand that they were not fighting for what they thought they were fighting for. We understand that some of the language used in the document in heavy and dense making it difficult to understand, but if you could work with them to understand these documents. Large portions of the Accords may have been either struck down or amended, but it would be interesting to take in the former Avengers' reaction if they began to understand what they gave up their freedom for.
Could you bring them over to The Hague today? We have been in touch with officials there, and they have agreed at this point that they are ready and willing to take custody of the former Avengers. We have of course been liaising with them to ensure that they have adequate security measures in places, to stop Maximodd if she should decide that she gets bored and wants to test the limits of her captors by staging an attempted break-out. By the time you arrive in the Netherlands, there should be measures in place to ensure that everyone is kept as safe as possible until this matter has been handled.
I want to apologise for the sudden movement of our timeframe, but things have been shifting here, and we do not want to caught unawares. Keep us in the loop of whatever should happen; we have to ensure that on the home front we can present a united front, no matter what happens, it is very important that we should not be caught flat-footed. There are going to be people who use our words and Dr Starks' incredibly detailed history against us. As long as we do not announce anything patently erroneous, we should be fine. It is important to note that we would be happy if we announced something that later turned out to be false.
Dacia groaned when she realised the magnitude of work that now awaited her, though she did think ruefully to herself that now they had something to work towards. She usually found that when she faltered in her work, once she something to work towards, then she found it easier. It was probably something to do with morale or some such rot, because what else could explain why Dacia found it so much easier if she had something to work towards?
Shrugging as she continued through the spaceship, wanting to talk to Jyn before she tried to Cassian. The woman might have some ideas on how they should deal with their mercurial friend. At the very least Jyn should be made aware that they were making a transfer today. Dacia was well aware that for now, she would need all hands on deck, especially if they were to get through this part, with no major injuries to report. As she made her way through the spaceship, she reflected that the next part had the potential of getting hairy. Dacia had no interest in leading her friends on a dangerous mission.
WHOOSH
Entering into the room, she looked over at a harried-looking Jyn, raising an eyebrow when she noticed that it looked as the woman was blowing on a steaming mug. Normally, Jyn did not bother to drink more than two or three mugs of coffee, Dacia was not sure if there was even any hot chocolate left, and she knew that Jyn did not like to drink hot chocolate in the morning. She found that she valued her continued safety too much to bring up the caffeine issue. With a shudder, she remembered what had happened last time Cassian had thought it would be a stellar idea to make fun of the woman for her dependence on caffeine. Dacia could be accused of being slightly crazy, but she was not suicidal by any means, there was still so much that she wanted to live for before she entered into the possibility of teasing the woman about her (harmless) addiction.
Dacia had been treated to enough lectures from the woman about how she would only drink hot chocolate in the evening. All she knew was that while she might agree with the sentiment behind the woman's words, she could not understand why the woman was so heated about the drink. Shrugging to herself while she tried to remember that the woman likely had a good reason for her actions, but Jyn could get intense at times! It was best to simply get out of the woman's way when she started to get on, not unless you wanted to have your face chewed off!
"What is wrong Jyn? You have a face like a slapped arse, did something else happen to you guys?" Dacia asked nervously, mentally preparing herself for what could be a very hard day.
"There is yet more repair work to carry out. At least Cassian seems more stressed when I wandered into the engineering room this morning. It seems like we might have even more work to do when it comes to this spaceship. We might need to put all hands on deck to solve this issue for him, at the very least if we want to make a getaway in a hurry. The thing is though, we, and here I am talking about the two of us, need to understand more about what is going on with the spaceship." Jyn sighed.
"Right now that is not the most important issue we have to deal with. Ms Potts and Ms Hill emailed, they want us to take the prisoners off their hands and take them to face justice. It is interesting to note that they are aware that most of the Avengers are either feigning ignorance or were outright unaware that due to the work of Dr Stark and Ms Hill, they were able to get away with so much destruction. If they are still more interested in pleading ignorance, this will be a massive wake up call. Ms Potts for one does not plan on supplying them with lawyers." Dacia told the woman.
"Okay, that is something that we can deal with easily enough. First, though, we are going to have to make sure that Cassian is ready to move. Would you like to do this together? If we both go down there, he might recognise that we need to move. He has not mentioned anything to me, about the current state of the spaceship. Any ideas?" Jyn dully asked.
"No, at the moment I am simply hoping that if we both turn up down there, he might see that we need to make a move now. If we tell him that they have been in touch with us, I do not imagine that he will delay matters. He wants to be as free of this matter as we do." Dacia denied.
Shaking her head and leading Jyn from the room, Dacia thought to herself about what she was likely to say to Cassian. She was hopeful that the man would understand that they needed to make a move quickly, especially if he wanted to be free of the Avengers like she suspected.
Dacia wondered briefly to herself when her life had become this difficult. She had been more used to spending time in various libraries, or in the shadows in her Home Universe. She would lay a curse on the Empire, heck she had. A pox on Emperor Palpatine, she thought ruefully to herself.
WHOOSH
Making their way through the corridors to the small engineering room, Jyn looked over at her friend and wondered (not for the first time nor for the last time) exactly what had happened. She quietly worried that the three of them would not get out of this mess together. Jyn could recognise that her life had turned into a very strange caricature since she had witnessed the death of her Mama. It had turned even stranger since she had opted to openly rebel and tied her luck and fortunes with Cassian. Then it had gotten even more bizarre when she had escaped to this Universe with the aid of Dacia along with Cassian.
Jyn had never before been lucky (or unlucky depending on how you looked at it) to meet a Jedi. There were whispers that there were still a few left after the Empire had finally revealed themselves. Jyn had resolutely never believed in the whispers; she had always been too concerned with keeping herself alive and hidden to pay attention to the small burgeoning sense of hope in her chest. It had been difficult at times for Jyn to keep herself alive and away from the clutches of the Empire, it would be doubly difficult if she had to worry about being blinkered by hope. She was well aware that hope could be ruthlessly stamped out, she had told herself that unless she came across concrete, irrefutable evidence that there were still Jedi, she would ignore the thoughts. Yes, it was nice to believe in fairy tales, but they did her no good, especially when she needed to worry about avoiding creeps and stooges for the various enemies she had made in her short life.
She had always had even bigger things to concern herself with.
Without wasting time by even glancing at one another before they walked into the engineering nook, Dacia was greeted by a strange looking sight. Cassian was perched, bent over one of the formally gleaming lab tables; it was now splattered with what looked like a mixture of oil and grease, along with some unidentifiable substances. He was stood with a small blowtorch, looking for all the world like he was carefully fusing together pieces. She might not easily be able to see what had captured the man's singular focus, but she could guess that it was something that Cassian found to be crucial to whatever they were supposed to be doing. It would not be like Cassian if he were playing around with parts for the fun of it, Dacia honestly thought that she might not be able to stand the surprise if the man suddenly surprised her.
Not wanting to take the time to inspect further what the man was looking at, she could recognise that they did not have a lot of time to waste, she gently cleared her throat. She had been treated to enough lectures to know how stupid it could be if she were to startle a man suddenly. Especially a man who was operating a blowtorch, not just that but the fact that he could be working with hazardous items.
Cassian did not have on a great deal of safety gear, but Dacia was not a betting woman. The only thing that she knew for certain was that sometimes it seemed like if there were something that could go wrong, then it inevitably would go wrong for her. It was a heavy thing to be so much of a pessimist at times, even if Dacia protested that she was simply realistic.
"What's the news Cassian? Are you any further on?" Dacia asked when the man nodded at them, ready to show that they could indeed begin speaking.
"Yeah, I have managed to get through a few of the more persistent problems, I do not foresee this as an issue that will last longer. It might take a while longer to find and fabricate some more of the parts that I will need. Until I can fabricate these parts, we should be alright, but never mind that, what is on the agenda for today?" Cassian groaned.
"Okay, that is good, for now, we are going to need to find a way to work towards taking them to The Hague. Are we ready to get this show on the road? I got an email from Ms Potts and Ms Potts not long ago that they are ready for the Avengers to be taken off their hands." Dacia explained to the pair, knowing that for now, she was also explaining to Jyn what was about to happen.
"Yeah, that should be fine, the ship is ready to travel now. I suspect that now I am simply fussing around for the sake of fussing around. Otherwise, some of this work is not as urgent as I thought it would be, we can start moving. Unless, we are about to try jumping from this Universe to our home, in which case I would highly recommend caution in that scenario." Cassian sighed.
Cassian picked up a small dirty rag and transferred it from one hand to the other while he was speaking. It looked as if the man was simply getting his hands dirty, while he tried to ruminate further on what the spaceship would need. Cassian knew that he always did this, precisely when he started to think through things he needed something to fiddle with in his hands. It was something he had picked up a long time ago when he felt the need to think through a particularly vexing problem. It might seem odd, but Cassian could swear blind that it worked for him and what was the point in giving up on a habit that worked?
Dacia nodded her head slowly; she was attempting to make up her mind before she started to speak, and made up her mind before speaking;
"Okay, Jyn make sure that before we bring the prisoners back onto this spaceship, you check whether or not you want them sedated. If you do, sedate them before you have to move and for the love of Yoda make sure they are sedated before you move them. Cassian if you have reached a natural stopping point, then help her. In the meantime, I will help, but I want all hands on deck here, so we can be sure that this scenario is going to play out as calmly and peacefully as possible." Dacia instructed the other two before nodding her head.
Cassian peered at Dacia for a long moment before bending back over his desk and continuing to solder some more wires. Jyn exchanged a brief look with a frustrated looking Dacia and tried to send the woman a look of surrender through her eyes. Jyn was not able to find herself completely comfortable with whatever Cassian was trying to do, but the only thing that she only knew herself to be certain off was that for now, they did not have the time to play softly softly approach. Not now, not when others were expecting them to make a sudden move.
Jyn decided that she was not likely to get much more sense out of the man, so she made her way from the room. Deciding to herself that she would be better ensuring that she had ready access to a few of the sedatives, she directed her footsteps towards the small hospital wing.
WHOOSH
Whistling cheerfully to herself, Jyn made her way into the small hospital wing and without even pausing for long enough to stop and considered what she was doing. She made her across to the counters across from her. Sighing to herself in satisfaction when she realised that she had adequately tidied up in here earlier, at least the drugs were not laying astray in their compartments.
Nevertheless, with her hands she rifled through the drugs and smirking to herself in satisfaction, she started to mutter nonsense to herself under her breath. Grabbing a few small vials of a mild sedative, just enough to stop the Rogue Avengers from being able to cause a great deal of fuss. Slipping the small vials into her pocket, Jyn left the room behind satisfied that she was finally able to make sure that she had enough to make this transfer as pain-free and seamless as she could make it.
Feeling the small lump in her pocket, Jyn almost skipped back towards the entrance to the spaceship. While she walked through the spaceship, she patted the pocket she was holding the all-important drugs and smugly smiled to herself. Rolling up the cuffs of her shirt, she readied herself to do something incredibly important. Something that she knew could see them all finishing the work they had set they had set out to do.
Hurrying in her footsteps as she made her way towards the doors, she paused for a few moments and looked around her. Not wanting to pause for too long, she cast her eyes around, waiting for the man. Humming a soft tune to herself while she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She wondered how likely it was that Cassian would be up momentarily to walk with her.
After having shifted her weight from foot to foot, Jyn saw Cassian walk towards with, with a barely imperceptible frown. She tapped one of her feet up and down as she impatiently waited on the guy, she felt that now that she had something to do, something to work towards, she felt a sudden burst of energy. Jyn found that it could sometimes be like this, especially when she found some output for her energy, a defining purpose to which she could direct her energy into. It was as if her subconscious knew that she was about to finish her job, and just had a few final tasks to carry out meant that she was filled with glorious purpose.
Having said that though, Jyn found that she was not all that comfortable with relying on such a trite phrase. She confessed that she liked the way it sounded because she was well aware that it was linked to issues with alien invaders in the past. Jyn did not like the notion of linking herself with something so tempestuous. There was always the niggling thought in the back of mind that she was an alien, she did not like to entertain even the possibility of either her or friends being thought of as alien invaders. Some things she was just too close even to entertain the notion!
Finally, Cassian sauntered up to her, still playing with his hands. He nodded once at Jyn and pointed to the doorway of the spaceship, not wanting to pause and wait until Jyn had started to walk with him. He slowed in his steps momentarily, allowing Jyn to catch up with him while he made his way from the spaceship.
"Okay, so how are we going to play this?" Jyn asked the woman as she made her way from the spaceship with the man.
"We should handle this calmly and slowly. I know that you have the sedatives. We should probably begin to handle this in as calmly and quietly. There is precisely no point in getting them spooked, especially when it comes time for us to move them. Any thoughts?" Cassian told the woman as they made their way through the building once again.
Cassian did not think that now was the time for him to look around like a deer in the headlight. Not when he still had a job to do. Peering over at a quiet Jyn beside him, Cassian nodded in recognition of the job to come. Stopping himself from whistling a cheerless tune to himself, Cassian hurried in his footsteps, not wanting to prolong and delay the inevitable. This was about to get messy; it would serve them no further good if they rushed into something and as a result got sick.
Jyn grabbed onto one of the man's elbows and cast a stern look in his eyes. She told the man solely by looking at his, that now was the time for him to be calm. Jyn did not relish the possibility of having to calm down Cassian, not when they were at this stage of the game. Holding tightly onto the man's elbow, Jyn waited until he had nodded at her before she resumed let go of him. The two of them walked into the small room ahead of them together.
It was neither here nor there if Jyn was currently entertaining vision of entering a dragon's lair. Shaking the image out of her head, she drew in a deep breath before entering the room side by side with Cassian.
Jyn spotted Ms Hill standing in the centre of the room, with her arms folded over one another. Trying not to visibly react when she saw that the woman was looking severe as per usual and exacting. Standing or rather floating near Ms Hill was Designation: The Vision, Jyn took in the sight of the android tapping frantically at one of the tablets. She thought to herself that it looked as if they were about to do something important. Deciding that she would be the one best equipped to keep a clear and rational head she opened her mouth to speak;
"Is there any way that we could give them this small amount of sedative before we transfer them? We do not feel the need to point out exactly how bad this could get if we do cover all of our bases now, how risky it could be for us to begin transferring antsy prisoners. If there is any risk of us being attacked before we are ready and willing to defend ourselves, it would be now." Jyn spoke rationally.
"Okay, we could inject them with a small amount of sedative, but that would mean getting close to them before we can sure we could contain them. If you would like though, Sir has been outfitted this prisoner bay area with some changes. We could pump in a small amount of sedative and then wait for them to collapse before we walk in. We have masks we can wear. Would you like my help in transferring the Prisoners?" Vision calmly asked, showing the pair their options.
Jyn and Cassian exchanged a look; they were not sure whether or not they could trust Vision walking through their spaceship. For one thing, it could become risky if the android should see something that he should not and be not ready for the implications. They also knew, however, that they needed help in getting the prisoners transferred onto their spaceship.
Sharing a conversation through their eyes, as they had frequently been wont to do, they argued with one another over the pros and cons. Finally, Cassian had had enough and let out an angry huff through his nostrils, Jyn thought that it seemed as if the guy was ready to breathe the steam. He nodded his head in reluctant acquiesce and inclined his head.
"Very well, but you have to promise never to tell anyone what you spot on our spaceship – there are some things that we do think the human race in this Universe is ready for. There is some technology that we feel the need to be careful of." Cassian told the android calmly.
Designation: Vision briefly glanced at Maria Hill before slowly nodding his head. He too understood how high the stakes were. On his part, he found himself worried (was that what this strange emotion was) that if these people should suddenly decide to wash their hands from any part in this scheme. The vision for one thought that it would not be an easy thing if he were suddenly expected to subdue Wanda. He found that he still had some small amount of fondness for the woman and he did not want to indulge in that line of thinking again.
He had already gotten Rhodey hurt; he did not want to think about what could happen next if he should get distracted while doing something important.
WHOOSH
Clint looked around in alarm when the small cell he was being contained in began to flood with a small whitish coloured gas. He knew that it was a different cell because he could vaguely remember being transferred. He thought he might be somewhere in America now, but he was kept heavily drugged when he was being transferred, so he was not sure of a lot.
Sluggishly looking down at the jumpsuit he was wearing, he realised that there was not enough fabric for him to easily rip off to block off access to his mouth and nose. He found that he did not even have the energy to care whether or not he passed out.
Clint was able to recognise that he made a big mistake, he had followed after a guy with no real plan other than keeping his best friend out of harm's way. It did not matter that Clint had thought they were friends, turns out that no one could compare to precious Buky fucking Barnes. Not in Rogers' eyes anyway.
Clint found himself wondering what Nat knew about this mess, she had looked shifty, and he had seen her looking a lot better.
Shaking his head, he was not going to get to the bottom of this now, not when he was so tired. Maybe he would have some brighter ideas after a nap.
A nap sounded good right about now.
Laying his head down and closing his eyes sounded good.
He would do just that.