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Date: 2019-09-02 06:29 pm (UTC)Jack looked at him for a moment. She'd seen both of those movies. Jack watched a lot of TV through the nights when she wasn't sleeping. "Both, in a way. Mostly fancy and diplomatic. More than a few sentient races. Galaxy-spanning wars, sure. Nothing really civil about 'em, not ever. Last one was just.. fuck, was it only two years ago?" She rubbed a hand over her head, "Feels longer. That's fucking weird. Humans are mostly still humans, some of us got weird fucking mutations that make us able to do things your average human can't, and that went over about as well as every 'different than average human' bullshit ever has in the history of Earth anywhere."
A shrug, "We don't have cool laser swords where I'm from and I'm fuckin' jealous about it. There's people here who are from somewhere so close to Space Battles that watching it makes them turn green and vomit because those civil wars? They were in 'em." She was quiet for a minute, "You're going to find a lot of veterans on this island, Duke. Like I said, almost everyone came through some shit before they came here. Even the kids."