Setting: Spaaaaaace!

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor is hard at work in his starship's armory. He's in charge of maintaining an impressive array of assault rifles, heavy pistols, grenade launchers, and other implements of destruction and defense. Jacob's aware that the lives of his friends and crewmates might depend on the condition of these weapons. It's a job he takes seriously, and it's a job he's good at.

When your character enters, Jacob turns away from his electronic console to greet them.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"

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[restinpieces]

"It's...." Shit. He doesn't know how to explain it all at once. "It's the icon of the Church." Maybe he shouldn't explain it. It's irrational, but he can't get over the idea that talking about it will invite the same disasters to this universe. "...But it's also this artifact. It's incredibly dangerous because it does things to people's heads. The Church was the one going around to different planets and digging them up--exposing people to them."

Keeping things vague helps him feel a little better about talking about it. "They claim it's part of their religion, but they really have... no idea what it's truly there for." His eyes are glazing over again, but this time he's able to fight it back, his expression growing stern. "Yeah. They're why I don't feel comfortable without a gun."

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

"Well, you should have one soon. Cryo ammo, like I said. Could help you feel a little safer." Jacob looks over at a nearby weapons rack, scanning it for likely candidates, then looks back to Isaac and the sinister icon on the screen. Buried artifacts, doing things to people's heads... A tingle runs down his spine. How much has Isaac been exposed to that kind of insidious influence?

"Do me a favour, though," he says. "Talk to Yeoman Chambers about what you just told me. Especially about those artifacts. She's... the ship counselor. I'm not trying to cross any lines here-" He holds up his hands, a gesture of respecting Isaac's space. "But it sounds like you've been handling some real shit. Might be you could use some comfort that you can't get from a gun. Know what I'm saying?"

He hopes Isaac does. If there's a chance the engineer has been exposed to something in his own universe that's comparable to Reaper indoctrination, Jacob is not going to arm him until it's sorted out.

[restinpieces]

Ugh. The ship's resident overly friendly shrink. It's not as though Isaac has no respect for mental help professionals at all. But there's something about how forward miss Chambers is that puts him off. It's probably his past experiences in a straight jacket talking there, though. (That's one thing he's not going to breathe a word about on this ship, that's for sure.)

"Yeah..." he tries not to sound too dismissive, but a bit of a sullen expression crosses onto his face. "I'll drop by CIC for a chat later. ...Thanks for taking the time to hear me out yourself, by the way." He perks up a little, flashing the man a brief bit of open gratitude.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

"No problem, man." Jacob's not surprised to see the sullenness. He'd act the exact same way in Isaac's place. He hates it when people try to tally up his baggage or treat him like he needs to open up about whatever he's carrying. But for Jacob, this is something different- something like indoctrination.

He holds out his hand for a shake. "Take care. I'll get back to you about that gun."

(( A+ would definitely RP again))

[restinpieces]

He looks back down to his hand and his smile grows to something more genuine. He grabs it in his own, briefly squeezing his fingers around his palm. After the talk he feels a bit more comfortable. Hell, he'd probably come duck into the armory if miss Tali starts trying to poke inside his RIG again.

"Yeah, I'll be..." He shrugs his shoulders, "Well, down in Engineering, probably, if you need me."