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['Sup, Barge. Bucky has apparently made his way onto the planet's surface, and has somehow got his hands on what looks like a sniper rifle - it's a Walther Gewehr 43, in case we've got any weapons experts around. Not an American gun. He's dressed in a heavy looking jacket Stiles might recognize except it's black instead of blue, and-

Hey. What's that patch on his arm?

Oh.

About that.

Did he forget to mention?]

You know, for a group of hyper paranoid, beaten down wrecks of human beings, you're all pretty easy to dupe. Come up with some sob story, get those doe eyes going, and you'll believe anything, won't you? [He grins, and there are too many teeth in it to look friendly.]

I've got some bad news.

[Bad news for some, anyway. Bucky certainly doesn't seem to think it's bad news. It's sort of refreshing, to go back to showing your true colors after playing the kicked puppy for a couple days.]

Ned's planning a break out tomorrow during dinner. Crichton's in on it, too, and they're trying to organize anyone else who's willing to come with. If anyone wants to go after 'em, now might be a good time.

My good pal Cassel's another one of the stowaways from that other Barge. I don't know what his game plan is, but you might wanna make sure that doesn't get too far out of hand before he gets a chance to make his move.

[And with that all said, he starts loading the rifle almost lazily, like he's got all the time in the world.]

See, back where I'm from? My bosses have an expression: cut off one head, two more'll take its place. [You've heard him talk about HYDRA before, what they were planning and how they were going about doing it. He just lied about his involvement.] I figure the Barge isn't all that different.

[When he looks back at the camera, there's a viciousness in his eyes and expression that makes him look like a predator] You can run, you can hide, but we're always gonna be here to catch you. You can think the ship's dying all you want, but that doesn't change that you're still gonna be here tomorrow, and so are we. And we're not going anywhere.

[He finishes loading the weapon, clicks off the safety like he's making a point.]

Anyone who's interested in heading out and getting supplies to fix the damn ship can come with me. Anyone who's pissed off their friends were dumb enough to trust the new guy gets a bullet between the eyes. I don't miss.

[It's not said as a challenge. It's a fact.

There's a beat of hesitation when he reaches to kill the feed, and then chuckles darkly.]

Oh, yeah.

Hail HYDRA.

[Slightly Backdated Spam for Morgana]

[He's known since he got the idea that this game was never going to last forever. Eventually, people would find out who and what he is, and there's no point in hiding it.

The disturbance just pushed the date up a little, and the crash on the planet? Well. We can't have people running off, can we?

So he's already planning on outing himself and the others when he steps out onto the alien planet in his jacket, rifle slung over his shoulder, gun at his hip. He's not planning on sticking around for the fallout, because he's got other work to do, more important things to discuss.

And then he spots Morgana, looking like she's apparently planning on investigating where exactly they'd wound up, too.

There's some small part of him that almost feels badly about what's going to have to happen.]

Where are you going?

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[He moves so quietly that she does not hear him, and when he speaks, she jerks around. A self-depreciating smile turns her mouth when she spots him, and she shakes her head with a backward glance toward the ship.]

I thought I'd explore.

[She thought she'd find some safe escape for those that want it. The people here can't send her back to Camelot: much as she hates it, the Admiral is her only hope.]

Where did you get that? [She nods at the rifle on his shoulder, glances down at the pistol on his hip.]

You don't want to know. [It's not even a lie. She doesn't.

He could just blow it right now, let her know exactly how wrong she was about this being a place they were going to survive. Every inmate was doomed as soon as the Admiral had gotten their hands on them, there's no hope to be had for them here.

Which works out pretty well for him.]

Found out anything interesting so far?

[She probably doesn't, but it still worries her. All the same, she lets it go with a nod, and turns to scan what she can see of the city. When she answers, her voice is hushed.]

Some. The people here aren't very welcoming, but assimilating into the crowd might not be too difficult, for those who are desperate enough.

[She grimaces.]

And we know there are plenty who are desperate enough.

[But not her. She's still clinging to hope with the tips of her fingers.]

You got that right. [She's too damn noble. People like her think they know how the world is, how they can survive and where things are going to go, that everything will work out if you're just willing to work hard enough for it.

It's almost sad, especially when it's someone like her. Morgana could hold the entire world in her hand, and instead she wastes her time with people who aren't ever going to be truly appreciative, or supportive.]

Got any ideas on where we could start sending people?

[People like her know how the world could be, how it should be.]

There aren't many options. [She crosses her arms, not defeated but determined to deal with the obstacles.] The ones who are human enough can hide, for a time, assimilate into their society.

[She sounds saddened by the thought: no one should have to hide. She hid herself for so long, and it kills her that there are those who would happily do it, for the sake of freedom.]

Shouldn't be too hard for anyone with half a brain.

[Which is more than can be said for most of the people on board. Wardens included, if he's really being honest here.]

What about you?

[She gives him a halfhearted smile: there are too many people who don't use the basic intelligence they were gifted with. His question makes her stall, looking around them before turning her gaze toward the Barge in the distance.]

I'm not ready to give up on my home. If the Admiral has really abandoned us, then we're lost here, anyway. And if not...

[She shakes her head. There is nothing in the world that could make her graduate. Nothing.]

I will fight against what he wants of us all for as long as I can.

[It's not like he'd expected a different answer, but he's still disappointed.

That doesn't stop him from letting out a tired sigh before the corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk.]

Then I have some bad news.

You've still got a long road ahead of you.

[She glances at him, pauses as she looks away and turns back. Something about the smirk unsettles her.]

He's clearly losing power here. It may not be as long as you think.

[It should. It definitely, definitely should.]

I hate to be the one to tell you this - really, I do, [And he does sound almost apologetic, maybe mockingly so.] But we're here for a reason. And it's not the one you're all hoping it is.

The Admiral's got plans to fix the ship. And he's gonna have plenty of willing helpers, especially when the other wardens find out what you're all planning.

[The bottom doesn't drop away from her stomach all at once. It's a slow fall, a plug pulled in a drain.]

Bucky, [she starts, and she doesn't know what else to say or ask, because her tone says everything. Don't say it, whatever you're about to say: please don't make it true.

I guess I forgot to mention a few things when I told you why I was here.

[And then, because he's a dick and HYDRA has really only made that worse, he leans in and says two very simple words, which probably sound completely fucking ridiculous out of context.]

Hail HYDRA.

[She has heard him talk about HYDRA enough to know what he means, even if they're solidly out of the reach of any such organization. That doesn't matter. What does is that he lied. He fooled them all.

Morgana reacts before she can think twice, slamming her hands into his chest to shove him away. There's no magic in it, just raw, wounded anger.]

I trusted you, [she says,] I trust you, and you're no different than any of them.

[Bucky's not an idiot, so he doesn't bother trying to fight back or deflect it. She's got the upper hand, here.]

No, I'm not.

[He doesn't try to deny it, and she doesn't know if that's better or worse. She slaps him either way.]

Get away from me. Get away from here! If you're half as smart as you look, you'll disappear into the city, and you won't come back.

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