trans_9 | The thing you should know is that everyone is in really big trouble. Yeah. Even you.

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The thing you should know is that everyone is in really big trouble. Yeah. Even you.

Ax had escaped the Controllers on board. Brainy had not been so lucky. Neither had Sam and Tim. And who knew how many others on board had Yeerks wrapped around their brains, controlling their every movement, pretending that everything was normal until the time came to strike.

Who do you trust, podlings?

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Chaucer, upon seeing what was going on, immediately scrabbled backward, getting himself out of the immediate danger zone. Eyes wide and hand on his towel - his one current possession - he watched. Geoff was, he knew, one of the weakest fighters on the ship. He'd see what happened, and if he had to, make his move.

The punch made contact. She pulled backwards, recoiling in a "I didn't expect that" sort of way than a "Oh no I don't know what to do now!" way. Samus was no stranger to a fight, and while she was mentally cursing herself for not having her Paralyzer gun handy she wasn't about the back down.

She grabbed for Xander's arm attempting to twist it around and throw Xander down. It's times like these that her enhanced DNA and years of training really showed their effect.

Xander darkly smirked at Chaucer, "Deal with you later. You're not that important." He yelled at the grab on his arm, but then went to reach back for her arm. He didn't have have enhanced DNA, but there were now two forms with years of training. The Yeerk even dug out his faint memories as a soldier, and he now had a Dracon gun aimed at her.

"Now you, we could use. Be a shame to go to waste."

She scowled, this was bad. Now, she'd much rather have her Power Suit and make quick work of this man and blast him down with absolutely no mercy.

But she knew better than to try and take down someone with a gun while unarmed herself.

"What the hell do you want."

Javert narrows his eyes at the appearance of a gun- no pistol that he's ever seen, but clearly lethal. For now, he's attempting to slip past the radar and move behind Xander-- with any success, he will aim a heavy blow at the back of Xander's head, hopefully settling the situation with as little violence as possible. If that's not an option, well, he has his pistols.

Xander shook his head at her, still keeping the weapon aimed at her, "Oh no, Alex here has seen plenty of movies to know you never reveal all the plans. Not until it's too late anyway."

He doesn't seem to notice Javert. Possibly? Then again, the host was used to random attacks from supernatural creatures for years. Perhaps he is keeping an eye.

Javert, taking the opportunity, takes a swing at the back of Xander's head. He moves rather fast for an older man, and if it connects, hits rather hard.

He turned and tried to block, but still faltered some from the blow. Not knocked out but they got their bell rung.

He brought the Dracon beam toward the older policeman.

"Got some use for you too."

And with Xander pointing the Dracon at someone else, she took the opportunity to ready herself, aiming a strong kick at his head.

Javert looks utterly uninterested in Dracon pointed at him. Not even in a forced way; He's just completely unafraid. "Go on then, fire. You'll only misfire."

In all truth, he's trying to distract Xander from Samus so he'll be knocked unconcious.

"You sure about that? You don't know what this one's capable of."

Xander was about to fire, but he paused for a moment. Brief wavering, and then his features hardened again as he aimed for him.

However before he could fire, there was a blow to the back of his head, and he crumpled to the floor.

Geoff watched as the young man went down, then, eyeing him carefully, returned to the others. "Bravo, m'lady, m'lord - sorry, bravo Inspecteur - very, very well done."

Quickly he bent and relieved Xander of his weapon thing. He wasn't sure what it did, but it seemed simple enough to use (point and shoot?). If crew members were going to be attacking each other, he wanted to have some sort of defense other than his tongue.

"Right," he said, straightening and quickly deciding his kilt could not both hold the weapon and stay on, "What do we do with him? Not really any cells for you to lock him in, is there?"

At least, he didn't remember seeing any.

"We can restrain him, at the very least." Why yes, Javert is carrying handcuffs.

He's ardently awaiting a greatcoat, though, to be rid of the annoying pockets in his plantsuit. From one such pocket, he retrieves his heavy, police-issue iron handcuffs and binds the unconscious Xander's hands behind his back.

Samus crosses her arms and just watches Javert handcuffs the now unconscious Xander. She's not quite satisfied with just restraining him, but it's about all they can do right now. She also made a mental note not to be caught without her gun again. Skill was one part of getting out of this mess, but as much as she hated to admit it, it helped that she was lucky enough to have another person around.

"Either of you know this guy?"

Geoff squints at the fallen man a moment, then shrugs. "Not I, m'lady."

Javert shakes his head. "No better than I know either of you."

"Damn."

It was all she really had left to say. She couldn't think of any reasons why this complete stranger would just threaten her at gunpoint with absolutely no provoking.

"Well," Geoff scratches his head with the tip of his Dracon beam casually, considering the options, "if no one's a better suggestion, why don't we drop this mystery fellow off in the sick room? Then someone else can deal with him."

Javert nods. "He can be contained there."

...He stares at Chaucer. "Do you know how to use that?" He's going to blow his head off.

"That's fine with--"

She stops and stares at Chaucer, too. She definitely did not want him handling that weapon.

Chaucer looks at them, blinking, then squints at the gun in his hand. "Is it like a crossbow?"

He examines it, peering at the business end. "Point and shoot? With really small, mysteriously hidden bolts?"

That would be a no, Javert.

...Javert rubs his temples. "No. No it is not. It is most likely rather more dangerous do not point that at your face." Dear God, this man...

He grabs Xander by the links between his shackles, and started to drag him in the direction of the med bay. What? He wasn't about to be careful with him.

She cannot believe that he is pointing the it at himself, at his face.

"...give the weapon to me."

And she holds out her hand to Chaucer for emphasis. She didn't really care if he shot himself but she didn't want to accidentally get shot by this idiot.

As for Javert dragging Xander, she would have done the exact same thing. Not like she was going to waste effort carrying him.

Geoff instinctively hugs the weapon to himself - making mental note to spend less time around Wat, editing the mental note to simply spending less time alone with Wat when he gets home - and shakes his head.

"And be defenseless again? Thank you, no." He switches his hold on the Dracon beam to around its barrel, though, and drops his arm to his side. At least he knows how not to fire it.

"...Have someone teach you how to use the thing eventually. Far away from me." Javert snorts and continues on his way. Xander needs to lose weight.

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