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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: mission 01- recovery,
- ax,
- b5,
- bandit,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- cielo,
- cybil bennett,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- gambit,
- grif,
- jaime reyes,
- jim raynor,
- john crichton,
- john-117,
- kate bishop,
- lafiel,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lois lane,
- lyta alexander,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mei ling,
- nathan petrelli,
- nia teppelin,
- nightwing,
- pavel chekov,
- q,
- river tam,
- ronon dex,
- sam winchester,
- spider-man,
- spock,
- stature,
- the vision ii,
- wyn callahan,
- yuri otani
Queries and Quibbles--mind your Q's
[ooc: Read this bit.]
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
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But he liked dogs. So long as they weren't infected with a virus or parasite that made the thoroughly rabid and sprout tentacles.
"I bet half the people here were more than happy to spend time with you and play with you." And Leon might just be smiling himself while he continued to pet Bandit and give him scritches.
"My name is Leon."
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NICE PEOPLE. BUT BANDIT TEAM AT HOME STILL. 2 AT HOME.
! HELLO LEON-BOSS ! NICE 2 MEET U.
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"Don't worry about that. We'll get you home. I'm sure your team is going crazy looking for you." Which, for a moment, made him think about the people who might be at home looking for him. He shrugged that off, though, slightly more curious about this dog.
"You said you go on missions?"
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YES. AT HOME. HAVE COAT. GO ON MISSION. MANY FIGHT. MANY KILL. TEAM = 2 & 3. 3 GON. 2 HOME.
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"Who sent you on these missions?"
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NO SAY. BAD SAY. Bandit clamps shut, his body language reverting to apologetic submission.
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"Hey, don't worry about it, boy. No one is going to hurt you here, understand?"
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STILL BAD SAY. PUNISH SAY. Bandit remains unmoved, head still bowed. If Leon were to ask in the future, after he's gained more of Bandit's trust, this exchange would doubtlessly go over better.
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There was a gentle bit of Petting Bandit's coat. And it belatedly occurred to Leon that he was only rarely ever this physically affectionate with people.
"Come on, want to go play?"