"They don't let me blow up a thing. No fun at all, I'm tellin' ya." Tavish replied to Medic. "I don't think they'll take kindly ta you cuttin' things up, neither."
We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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You hear something scrambling around outside your ship, and get that confirmed by the proximity sensors. You draw your blaster and head outside, seeing a small... thing... You decide that you don't want to take any chances, and fire off a stun shot. When it falls down, you head over and prod it with your boot. Wondering just what the heck it is, you decide to bring it onboard for now. You put it as far back as you can, using the cuffs and chains you keep for bounty hunting to lock it in place.
A little later, the group comes back and ask you to take them to a place called Cardiff. You agree, and after they show you on a map where it is, you set out. The flight does not take long and soon you set down in the strangely empty town.
A little later, the group comes back and ask you to take them to a place called Cardiff. You agree, and after they show you on a map where it is, you set out. The flight does not take long and soon you set down in the strangely empty town.
Medic nodded, now being in the ship.
"Vell, that's to be expected, disecting everyone while they're AWAKE would be breech of practice, and after I open up the spiky-haired one, I'll just close him up if he vakes up. And the key thing is to make sure nobody figures out, ya? Anyvay, I probably will only do it vit the spiky-haired one."
He looked at the person only known as 'You', and held out his hand, "I am known as The Medic, pardon me." he said.
"Vell, that's to be expected, disecting everyone while they're AWAKE would be breech of practice, and after I open up the spiky-haired one, I'll just close him up if he vakes up. And the key thing is to make sure nobody figures out, ya? Anyvay, I probably will only do it vit the spiky-haired one."
He looked at the person only known as 'You', and held out his hand, "I am known as The Medic, pardon me." he said.
Cardiff, Wales, 3:42AM Local Time
Upon arriving, the group may spot someone creeping around the buildings nearby, attempting to stay hidden. These efforts were hampered somewhat by the person's bright pink hair, red jacket and the fact that they're basically the only person around, aside from the stereotypical bobby who was banging on the ship. The blue-bodied bass guitar on the person's back also made hiding slightly difficult.
Upon arriving, the group may spot someone creeping around the buildings nearby, attempting to stay hidden. These efforts were hampered somewhat by the person's bright pink hair, red jacket and the fact that they're basically the only person around, aside from the stereotypical bobby who was banging on the ship. The blue-bodied bass guitar on the person's back also made hiding slightly difficult.
Pretty quickly the group would here a knocking on the ship followed by several cries of "wot's all this then?"
Vicky would have been the first to exit the space-craft once again. This time only reacting to being back on the ground by getting on her knees and affectionately rubbing her face against the asphalt.
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"Oh sweet non-explosive surroundings, did you miss me?"
Medic walked out, a grin on his face and confidence in his step, medigun asholder, and mind sharp as a needle.[hr]
The sectoid slowly scrambled awake, looking around with it's bulblike eyes, looking around. It tried to scramble around, only to find it was chained up.
It began to flail about.
The sectoid slowly scrambled awake, looking around with it's bulblike eyes, looking around. It tried to scramble around, only to find it was chained up.
It began to flail about.
Tavish staggered over to the Medic, nearly falling as he stepped out of the ship. He left his now empty bottle of rum on the floor of the ship. He walked beside the medic, his grenade launcher held at the ready.
It wasn't dead yet. And it's trying to talk.
It stared at it... and slowly reached into it's mind.
The individual known as you would see it's inception, it's escape from it's genetic cloning facility, and would understand that it was free, and would not hurt him. It had no name. It was an elite sectoid commander.
In return of it's question, it tore through it's language cortext and ripped the english language from it, coppying it into it's own mind.[hr]
"Do I have to replace your blood again, Demo? We're in a civilian area, we do not look like drunken mad lunatics in civilian areas until we fight."
"Roight then, roight then, roight then! Oou are you lot then an wot's your bissness ere in Cardiff? If you avn't erd, we're experiencing a rather troublesome time ere." a man in a a police uniform said to the group as they filed out of the ship. He was rather short and had a pencil thin mustache.
You scream out expletives as the "sectoid" invade your mind. You try to fire a stun round, but the sensation leaves your aim in shatters and you only hit the wall of the ship while staggering back, sitting down against the seat opposite. After it ends, you take a minute to breathe before speaking again. You say that your blaster was set to stun this time, but if it ever tried that trick again you would blast it until there was but a pile of ashes. After a short pause, where you once again calm yourself down, you ask if it understood that and tell it to nod if it did.
"Ah, now I see. I was told to expect some of your sort coming in after they posted a bounty on the fugitive. As such, I ave been ordered to cooperate with you to the best of my ability." the officer said, though he didn't look happy. "I am Superintendent Harry Snapper Organ, of Q division."
Seras didn't seem to have any problem understanding Harry. Yorick didn't seem to be paying very close attention.
Seras didn't seem to have any problem understanding Harry. Yorick didn't seem to be paying very close attention.