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And just being around Jack is more than enough to make him top-tier nervous. Especially since Jack's cottoned on to the fact that he's got tech from Pandora.
Oh no.
He's about to make an excuse about it, maybe he's made a mistake? Maybe he's just got, you know, one of those faces? Maybe his tech and the tech Jack is familiar with are just really, really similar?
But then Jack says-- he says that, asks that, and Rhys wants to die. Immediately. ]
Wh-- No! No, no no no no no. Nope. Definitely not. I've never even-- I'm not a-- a Fuckswing salesman! Far from it! I've never even heard of one! That combination of those words? Nope! Not in this galaxy!
Or any others!
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Ahhh....yeah, I know! Sell sex swings...you can't even say 'sex swing', it'd come out all 'srrsk snnnngggg' or something and you'd be beet red and staring at the floor... No, I know who you are, you work for me! You do....something with computers?
[That sounds right? Okay, Jack doesn't remember exactly what the dude did for Hyperion. But he's Hyperion, and that's the important part.]
I tripped you in a corridor once, right? Or...something like that.... Holy shit, relax, kiddo. I know how this shit works, I'm not about to punish you for missing work cuz you were kidnapped to an alien dimension. Besides, I got a company here, you're fine.
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[ Aw, shit.
Maybe he should just evaporate into thin air, because the fact that Jack recognizes him is distinctly terrifying. ]
Uh, are-- are you sure? I mean-- haha, maybe... maybe I just look reeeeeeeeally similar to some other guy you tripped. Me? I've never even heard of your company! Uhh. Whatever company that is. Besides, I have my own company where I come from.
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[It's just been so long since anyone was that he's finding it more annoying than anything else.]
Yeah, Rhys, I'm sure. What, you think I maintain the status I've got by not knowing everybody who works for me? Besides...come on. You have an ECHO-eye. Not standard issue, I don't think, but still an ECHO-eye.
And don't try and be cute - happy as I am to see a fellow Hyperion, I only have so much patience. And I got a lot of scary dogs.
[It feels good, exerting power over somebody who's scared of him. Even if it's this guy, who's more useful if he's not about to wet himself in fear. They'll get there.]
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[ Damn it. He tried really hard, too!
Rhys puffs his chest out--literally, even if it's just a little, and puts his hands on his hips. Obviously, playing dumb didn't work. It doesn't help that he's downright scared, because unlike the AI, this Jack? Can actually hurt him. And he's got his dogs.
God, he reeeeeeally hopes Jack doesn't sic his dogs on him. ]
Too bad I'm not part of Hyperion anymore. Your fancy little space station? Gone. Sayonara! You're not my boss anymore, you're not anyone's boss anymore!
[ He's still scared shitless, yeah, and there's a quaver in his voice... but good god, he's trying. ]
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[Just to emphasize his seriousness, Jack makes a hand gesture in front of Havoc's face. Out of all his dogs, the muscle-bound Houndoom is by far the most intimidating - and the most dangerous. The Pokemon stands at attention, shoulders squared and head down, red eyes fixed on Rhys. Not his Pokemon, the man himself.]
And stealing the deed to Atlas out of the fiery remains of my old home isn't exactly something to brag about, cupcake. Also doesn't mean shit here. Unlike Hyperion, which is very lucrative and has a whole ton of employees that I am indeed the boss of, our HQ is right here in Goldenrod. Oh...did...did I mention I've been here years? Cuz I've been here years, and even the constant wave of Vault Hunters and Crimson Raiders hasn't changed that, so.... if I were you, I'd stop puffing yourself up like cock of the walk and remember who you're talking to. I'm having a good day, Rhys, I wanna keep having a good day. Don't be the reason my day goes bad.
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It's not. Rhys is panicking even more now, and he visibly pales-- shit, what all does Jack know? Clearly a lot. Does he know he's dead? How does he know Rhys's name? Has Rhys been here before and he just doesn't remember? More importantly, is Rhys going to die?
He might actually die here. Super cool! Speaking of cool, that's how he's gotta play it. ]
I, uh.... I mean, it's not like you were doing anything with it! Something like that, it should be used if you've got it! Just-- just letting it sit and rot is a waste.
Besides, it's not my fault that AI of yours tried to kill me and take my body! [ .... ] Take over my body.
[ Right. Play it cool. Nailed it. ]
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[That's his story, and he's sticking to it. The important thing here to establish is that he has the power and control. He is the king, Rhys is some...duke or something that will prosper or not entirely on Jack's whims.]
And yeah, yeah, not mine, Nakayama's - what did you expect from a private project developed by the creepiest dude to ever work at Hyperion? I dunno what it thought it was for, but Nakayama made that thing to fuck him, I guarantee it. Congratulations, Rhys, you were duped and used and almost killed by a fancy ass digital vibrator.
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[ Why is this his life? Why must he be shat upon all the time? He doesn't deserve this. (He deserves some things, probably, but not this! No one deserves this, except maybe Vasquez, but he's dead and gone, and Rhys is suffering in this world of cute animals and, apparently, murderous ex-bosses who aren't... actually dead...? ]
It's not like I knew that's what he wanted to use it for! I didn't even want it in my head, all I wanted was to show up Vasquez and give that douchebag some payback!
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[Jack offers a wide grin.]
So to make myself crystal clear: I'm a real dude and refuse to be judged by some AI sex toy a crazy man made with my face, I'm doing really well for myself here, and you want to stay on my good side. Which you are...for now.
[Not that he's going to give any indication, but Jack...he's lacking for people. Actual people. Sure, he's got his moronic Rocket team but they're idiots. Carly's the smartest one and she's like...he doesn't know, but a kid of some kind. Rhys is at least smarter than what he's working with now. And also Hyperion, he knows how things work. He's useful, he'd be good to have around!]
Just in case you're not getting what I'm laying down here...until you give me some reason to be pissed off at you, we're cool. I get that AI Jack tried to kill you or whatever, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna.
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[ Man, his life was going so great. And now this happens. Why him? What has he done to deserve this?
... Okay, he's not gonna answer that question. Not even to himself.
The thing is, he's aware of how terrifying Jack can be. Maybe the AI had been a little... off, but Rhys can't drop his guard at all. Not even with the reassurance that Jack won't, like, murder him if he gets pissed off. So Rhys just has to watch his back.
All day.
Every day.
For the rest of his life here.
He's not paranoid. He's sensible. ]
I mean-- I'm, uh. I'm-- I'm not really looking to get myself in any trouble, sssssooo... Yeah. Yeah, I got you. Totally. 100 percent got.
[ He's still nervous!! But at least he's not dead! ]
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[Jack is pacified for now.]
Come on, I'll buy ya a burger and a beer. Don't get much chance to hang out with anybody from home, it'll be nice. Know a dude from some other dimension who sells weapons in space, though, so we hang out and talk shop.
[Jack starts moving...and is immediately stopped up short. He glances behind him....to see Doom Boner has laid down on the sidewalk.
His eyes are already half closed and he's drooling.]
Oh shit! Oh no no no... Alright, help me with this, he's not getting up unless we actually put him on his feet. This friggin dog...
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[ This is. Absolutely bizarre. Having a drink and food with his old dead boss? ... Who might not have died? He doesn't know if Jack is just bullshitting him or if this is weird alien shit. God, maybe he really needs that drink.
... before that though. ]
Does he... does he do that a lot? [ He goes over and kneels down. ] He looks like a... a pretty hefty dog.
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[Jack sighs as he crouches down and shoves his hands underneath his obese Pokemon. He's done this before. A lot.]
And he's not hefty, he's disgusting. See that one right there? The sleek one covered in bones? That's what he's supposed to look like. I'm trying to make him exercise. He hates it. Okay, start lifting. D. B, get your fat ass up, I swear to fuck I will leave you in a sewer for Muk to eat...
[It's all idle threats - if Jack hasn't abandoned the dog yet, he's not going to. Stupid and fat as Doom Boner is, Jack's...attached to him.]