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The probably thought it was an easy target and they wouldn't remember. But ah... when I was in the merchant navy, there was always ports that it was okay for our ship to visit. Sometimes people would leave the ship, never come back and use it as an excuse to escape their mother country.

You do it enough, you get caught. The ship gets impounded. But it is still an open port.

So I guess there are a bunch of open ports on the way home. Yeah, the ship might have been there before, and maybe they fucked up in different places, too. It's not so much trusting as... well, maybe that part isn't as strange as it looks. What is strange is that they are pretty obviously thieves. I used to be a career criminal. I know what sort of shit smuggling can get you into. And ah... none of it good.

[Used to be. That's a nice thing to say. Even if the CDC made him do terrible things, he can still use the words "used to be". His mother would be exceptionally proud of him.]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce nods at the explanation, easily making sense of what Niko's telling him. He imagines it's something like that, that even knowing what might've happened on a previous visit, they thought the natives wouldn't remember it now. And maybe, if it weren't for the sentiment that the natives ascribed to their glass creations, they wouldn't have. ]

Makes things a little complicated for us.

[ Or for most of them, anyway - Bruce doesn't know everyone on the ship, for all he knows a lot of them were or are thieves, but he does knows that he isn't, for instance, unless one counts the odd shirt or pants that he took, whenever he came to naked in the middle of practically nowhere. Yet they were all stuck here, being lumped together by crime or crimes they had nothing to do with.

Not that Bruce was one to talk, when the Hulk destroyed an entire planet. But then that wouldn't have happened if the captains hadn't deemed Caducus Primary as a safe place to visit either. ]

But you're not anymore. [ No judgment, really - what people were before coming here hardly matters to him, at least not when it comes to stealing or smuggling. Bruce might not have been as understanding if it happened to be something much worse. ] At least we haven't run into any similar problem on this planet yet. There's still something going on, but no word that the Moira was ever even here before.

[ So maybe they lucked out on that. ]

[vengeance_driven]

No. My home was kind of a shitty place. Here? Not so bad. [It's amazing what being desensitized from being a child soldier lets a man be capable of. But at least now he's trying to use that for... sort of good...]

[He doesn't want to be kidnapped and forced to kill a lot of people again anyway.]

That doesn't mean I like being owned. And yes, I agree. I've been riding around with Snake, looking for information.

[That was very close to "Snehk."]

We have not found much.

[hyperkinesia]

Really? [ Bruce arches his eyebrows a little. ] Well, I guess it's all a matter of perspective.

[ He would much rather be back in New York himself, for instance, but of course it shouldn't surprise him so much that not everyone comes from a world even remotely as nice as his. What issues he has, he will always have them, no matter where he goes. It hardly changes with him being here. ]

It's surprisingly difficult to find anything. People do seem to know something, but no one talks about it. Any recorded information is virtually nonexistent, as if someone's doing their best to keep the whole thing quiet. [ Which, of course, only makes Bruce want to know what's happening even more. ] Thanks to what happened on the planet, the dreams and that broadcast, we know that it has something to do with Link'd, and these Komai too - some kind of group opposing them. But that's where the whole thing starts and ends. The details are impossible to figure out.