The "fucker" had finally caught his breath back. He was holding out both hands in a placating 'stop pelting me with bullets, as they sting' gesture.
"Would people stop, you know, shooting at me and electrocuting me for five seconds and let me explain myself? I can barely catch my breath here."
Most mindless aliens were not so articulate.
Or capable of sounding just extremely annoyed over homicidal.
Or apparently (judging from the slight accent that came of growing up in a bilingual home) Latino.
It was a risk, but he did what he thought would diffuse the situation most effectively--and he was worried if they kept shooting, that while HE would be fine, a bullet might richochet. Which meant, yes, he would rather take a bullet than risk it bouncing off and hitting someone.
It was a superhero thing.
He also, in general, trusted people. That they would do the right thing. He was a smart kid, but sometimes it wasn't a smart thing to do.
"Look, look, see? I'm human. Peeerfectly normal human, just like...uh, most of you. I just have a little alien friend hitchhiking along that lets me do cool stuff."
The suit receded, pulled away, showing bare, tan skin underneath, though it looked like it was rubbed raw at first. It was, however, a rather alarming and unpleasant-looking transformation--which he knew, but he was hoping they'd chill out at least until the end 'Surprise! I'm a teenager!" part. At least he wouldn't be naked, because the scarab had gotten good at throwing out its made-from-waste-and-other-things-Jaime-didn't-want-to-know-about clothes as he transformed.
There was ONE problem though, and that was the scarab itself. It wasn't stupid, so much as very very focused. Khaji Da tended to have a one-track mind. Fortunately, that track was no longer 'Kill kill kill!' but Jaime sometimes had to lead it away from being TOO focused on something sometimes.
Jaime saw the bug skittering on a wall behind the crowd.
Therefore the scarab saw the bug skittering. Immediately, it reacted, forming a sort of narrow plasma rifle--kind of an alien sniper rifle--on one of Jaime's hands--one of the ones outstretched in peace towards the group.
It looked like he was taking advantage of the relative calm to fire at them, when the scarab wanted to fire PAST them.
It wasn't dumb. It just REALLY wanted to kill that bug. It seemed dangerous.
Jaime likely still seemed dangerous. He was mid-transformation. His eyes were GLOWING with what looked like quiet menace and there were tracks of black in the skin of his face.
"Scarab, no!" He immediately started recalling the weapon. "Bad timing! For God's sake, I'm trying to calm them down, not--"
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"Would people stop, you know, shooting at me and electrocuting me for five seconds and let me explain myself? I can barely catch my breath here."
Most mindless aliens were not so articulate.
Or capable of sounding just extremely annoyed over homicidal.
Or apparently (judging from the slight accent that came of growing up in a bilingual home) Latino.
It was a risk, but he did what he thought would diffuse the situation most effectively--and he was worried if they kept shooting, that while HE would be fine, a bullet might richochet. Which meant, yes, he would rather take a bullet than risk it bouncing off and hitting someone.
It was a superhero thing.
He also, in general, trusted people. That they would do the right thing. He was a smart kid, but sometimes it wasn't a smart thing to do.
"Look, look, see? I'm human. Peeerfectly normal human, just like...uh, most of you. I just have a little alien friend hitchhiking along that lets me do cool stuff."
The suit receded, pulled away, showing bare, tan skin underneath, though it looked like it was rubbed raw at first. It was, however, a rather alarming and unpleasant-looking transformation--which he knew, but he was hoping they'd chill out at least until the end 'Surprise! I'm a teenager!" part. At least he wouldn't be naked, because the scarab had gotten good at throwing out its made-from-waste-and-other-things-Jaime-didn't-want-to-know-about clothes as he transformed.
There was ONE problem though, and that was the scarab itself. It wasn't stupid, so much as very very focused. Khaji Da tended to have a one-track mind. Fortunately, that track was no longer 'Kill kill kill!' but Jaime sometimes had to lead it away from being TOO focused on something sometimes.
Jaime saw the bug skittering on a wall behind the crowd.
Therefore the scarab saw the bug skittering. Immediately, it reacted, forming a sort of narrow plasma rifle--kind of an alien sniper rifle--on one of Jaime's hands--one of the ones outstretched in peace towards the group.
It looked like he was taking advantage of the relative calm to fire at them, when the scarab wanted to fire PAST them.
It wasn't dumb. It just REALLY wanted to kill that bug. It seemed dangerous.
Jaime likely still seemed dangerous. He was mid-transformation. His eyes were GLOWING with what looked like quiet menace and there were tracks of black in the skin of his face.
"Scarab, no!" He immediately started recalling the weapon. "Bad timing! For God's sake, I'm trying to calm them down, not--"