Snippet #842057

Crip sighed as he watched the newcomers emerge. The whole thing turned into one big, overdone cliché after watching it once over. They all thought they were so unique, so special, or so different. Either filled with pride that they were something important or filled with self-loathing because they had the worst life ever. But each ship brought more people with exactly the same thoughts and and exactly the same expectations. Mars gave nobody special treatment, in the end.

For God's sake, they even looked just like every other batch! The scientists all had an idea of what the perfect person should look like and these were just the slightly skewed results; they were all too similar. Crip at least got a little pleasure out of two of them. One came out with an IV. She needed it, from the amount of dried blood Crip could see on her clothes. No idea what happened there, but he was glad the trip wasn't too easy on her. The other had a bandage over his eyes. He'd seen that before. There wouldn't be anything under those bandages. The scientists seemed to to that to telekinetics, under the impression that if they couldn't see objects they couldn't move them, or some bullshit like that. Once they got here they either learned to function without sight or killed themselves. It all worked in Crip's eyes; no joke intended. It grounded them: the ones that lived. Most people were in desperate need of grounding. This one just wouldn't need Crips help.

As for the others? There was nothing to do but wait and see. He could try to press them: scare them a bit and see what turned up, but that always presented the risk of turning up a blade in his back. Or a shot from Leon, who was just now passing under Crip and heading for the vehicles. Seeing him with that gun always made Crip touch his side. He'd almost died the night he pushed Leon too far. Leon was heading towards Jasen....and that would have to be Cait already in the truck. He'd thought he was dieing the night she'd gotten her hands on him, too. There was definitely a lot of bad blood between Crip and Leon's gang. He wouldn't want to be caught by them.

It was as he was watching them that Crip caught sight of another person he hadn't noticed before. That in itself was impressive seeing as the man he hadn't caught sight of was a giant. He had to be above seven feet tall and built like a brick house. His military wear matched the walls, so, even though Crip had glanced past that area at least twice, he hadn't noticed the man till he started to move. He was moving to meet Leon, it seemed, and as the big man walked that way, Crip noticed him look quite purposefully at the very light Crip sat on. He's going to tell Leon I'm here. was the first thought into Crips mind. The second was an affronted How did he find me? followed by a moderately concerned Am I on a shoot-on-sight relationship with Leon now?

"One answer and two questions isn't too bad, considering," Crip muttered as he repositioned himself for easier movement. "but what are you going to do now?"