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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
Zach Spencer | Lazer Team
Hey, fuck off, [Zach says, yanking his right arm away from the Snake who seems overly interested in the laser cannon attached to it.] You wanna be a part of Lazer Team, you find your own alien spaceship.
[Zach, you didn't find it. You just happened to be in protective custody when the damn thing got blown out of the sky by some drunk assholes.]
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wildcard.
[There's a nineteen-year-old kid stalking the streets of Keeliai, but he doesn't look too much like a kid anymore. He's still got the baby face, but the military jumpsuit and the cannon attached to his right arm - it looks like a cross between a Portal gun and a Mega Buster - make it pretty obvious he's not just a kid.
That, and the fact that he looks like he's just come from a pretty serious fight. He's singed and bloody and scowling.]
Wildcats! I mean... card. Wildcard.
[The voice comes from a short-ish man
he's not that short!in green. He looks worse for wear himself, but has what looks like a medical backpack sat at his feet.He's sat up on a wall, munching something that looks like an apple, but tastes like a pear, a weary look in his eyes.]
/abruptly changes which username for Zach I'm using
That term's got connotations, y'see.
Zach whirls on him, pointing his cannon arm at the guy in green. (Though Stuart's probably safer with the cannon pointed at him, given how bad Zach's aim is.) Great. A doctor. Zach's not too fond of doctors lately.]
No. Definitely not.
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Can't you see "Emergency Medical Technician" in gold on his epaulettes? Doctor, indeed.]
You sure, mate? You're looking kind of... singed.
Wait...you want my what now?!
After all, he still had people trying to steal with busted up helmet with the cracked air shield that was being held together with friggin' duct tape and pointing and muttering with an unhealthy curiosity.
Basically...
What the fuck, kid?)
Lazer Team? (Mark might look amused by that.) So, what...you some kind of superhero or something?
Also...didn't expect to hear taking down alien spacecraft was THAT easy.
i am so sorry for zach
I mean, shit, you slam anything with a bastard of a firework and it'll go down like a two-dollar hooker in a truck stop.
Why is Mark being the serious one right now? This is not how that's supposed to work! lol
(No, Mark. Stop.)
I mean, you'd like to think something that's capable of interstellar travel would be sturdier than THAT? I mean the stuff NASA has now is pretty damn good...
(Note to self - check with NASA about how sturdy both the MAV and Hermes are. Make sure they aren't capable of being taken down with bastard fireworks.
If so, better call Lewis and tell her.)
Wildcard
Marie is careful to not let herself get any closer, she even debates just turning around and leaving, but she settles for just standing aside. She has to remind herself that things are different in this place.
She can't help but raise an eyebrow, not until he gets close enough for her to see the blood and the fact he's singed. She might even look concerned right now - she will never get used to seeing things like that. But, she has the feeling that fussing, especially since she's a stranger, is a really bad idea with this one.
But still?
"Poor kid.")
Wait...you want my what now?!
NONE, KID.
Goddammit, Zach. Don't make him put you on a baby leash.)
You didn't find it. None of us found an alien spaceship. It was just blown out of the sky by two idiots who had access to fire and beer.
Also, I don't think he's all that interested in being a part of the team...more like he wants to take your arm and sell it.
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Zach turns to Hagan, shrugging his arm away from the kedan with a glare.] He can piss off, then. I'm not interested in another asshole trying to cut my damn arm off.
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Hagan sighs.)
It's not like I am either, I was just saying... anyway, we should probably get out of here before another one tries to actually do that.
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[He jokes about it, but killing the orderly had shaken him up a fair bit. Killing the Worg-possessed soldiers...not so much.]
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(Hagan might not be the smartest or the strongest, hell let's argue he's not the most empathetic soul sometimes...but even he knows that whole "orderly incident" was hard, it would be hard for anyone.)
Besides, seems like they are mostly harmless here...just annoying. Really, really annoying. Besides, you don't honestly want to blow them into gravel, do you?