[He's on the bridge with the rest of the team when--whatever it is hits. There's still so much of this he does not, cannot know, because in best it had only been theory before the Legends took their return trip back to 1916 and violated the first fundamental law of time travel.
"A little suspicious" would have been putting it mildly in Rip's mind; he's spent the whole time waiting for the universe itself to fracture in the aftermath--and now, in a way, it seems to have done just that.
Not that he's aware of the full extent of what's happened yet. All he knows, all any of them know is that Gideon detected a problem of some sort as the monitors filled with static, flickering madly as whatever is happening courses through the ship. Yet the too calm report of an issue in her core processors is followed by something much more concerning, a set of words that has a sense of dread coiling in Rip's gut when he hears them.
Captain, first. And then his name. Rip.
He hadn't even felt panic like that when he realized what the Legends of the future, now erased, must have done.
As soon as she gives him a location Rip is running through the corridors of the ship. Never mind that he doesn't know why she would call him to a specific place; the need in her voice is too evident, and Rip's heart pounds with something far worse than the break-neck pace at which he races.
He's crossed the whole length of the ship in under two minutes. Only when he comes to the cargo bay does he slow, looking up first because that's what he does, what he always does when he speaks to her.]
I'm here-- [And then he hears it. The deliberate sound of someone breathing, curled up in a corner of the room as if she might hide from everything assaulting her among the boxes of technological bits and trinkets. There in case of any emergency, any eventuality they might run into--and yet he doesn't know where to begin when he sees the woman, the very human woman he can't help but recognize immediately.
How could he not, when in the prison of his mind forged by Eobard Thawne, she'd been his only sanctuary?]
Gideon? [He steps closer, but carefully. There's no rational explanation for it, no cause easily defined that could have created this impossible effect. But even as logic would have him deny it, the truth is there before his eyes. She is, and everything from her desperately measured breathing to the protective curl of her body screams that she is afraid.]
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"A little suspicious" would have been putting it mildly in Rip's mind; he's spent the whole time waiting for the universe itself to fracture in the aftermath--and now, in a way, it seems to have done just that.
Not that he's aware of the full extent of what's happened yet. All he knows, all any of them know is that Gideon detected a problem of some sort as the monitors filled with static, flickering madly as whatever is happening courses through the ship. Yet the too calm report of an issue in her core processors is followed by something much more concerning, a set of words that has a sense of dread coiling in Rip's gut when he hears them.
Captain, first. And then his name. Rip.
He hadn't even felt panic like that when he realized what the Legends of the future, now erased, must have done.
As soon as she gives him a location Rip is running through the corridors of the ship. Never mind that he doesn't know why she would call him to a specific place; the need in her voice is too evident, and Rip's heart pounds with something far worse than the break-neck pace at which he races.
He's crossed the whole length of the ship in under two minutes. Only when he comes to the cargo bay does he slow, looking up first because that's what he does, what he always does when he speaks to her.]
I'm here-- [And then he hears it. The deliberate sound of someone breathing, curled up in a corner of the room as if she might hide from everything assaulting her among the boxes of technological bits and trinkets. There in case of any emergency, any eventuality they might run into--and yet he doesn't know where to begin when he sees the woman, the very human woman he can't help but recognize immediately.
How could he not, when in the prison of his mind forged by Eobard Thawne, she'd been his only sanctuary?]
Gideon? [He steps closer, but carefully. There's no rational explanation for it, no cause easily defined that could have created this impossible effect. But even as logic would have him deny it, the truth is there before his eyes. She is, and everything from her desperately measured breathing to the protective curl of her body screams that she is afraid.]