needsmoredakka (needsmoredakka) wrote,
@ 2011-01-26 23:05:00

test scene
It was supposed to have a been a peace talk. Apparently however, no one had told that to the two invited species. Insults had been thrown, weapons had been drawn, and practically before anyone could blink, a full-scale firefight had broken out. Several people were already dead and the violence was only escalating.

Fortunately, security representatives from Knowhere were on the job.

Unfortunately, those representatives were Alex Quill and "Rocket" Red Panda.

The furrier of the two surveyed the carnage with a gleam in his eye. "And you were worried this was going to be boring!"

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spacepalm
2011-01-27 03:20 am UTC (link)

"Boring's good, Red. I'm a fan of boring. Head down." He pulled his comrade down by his jacket, hurling a flash-bang over their makeshift bunker. Both of the species in the talks were nocturnal on their home planets, so light-sensitivity was a given.

The flash went off, prompting shrieks and curses from both sides. "Moving now." Alex barks and heads for the next covered location. His eyes flicker around the area as he dives to safety again, his mind mapping out a plan.

At this point, he'll settle for a fast plan, if not a good one.

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	needsmoredakka 2011-01-27 03:23 am UTC (link)
	When it comes to plans, Red only had one. He hefted a sizable photon rifle into position. "This is warning shot!" he shouted, firing a blast above their heads. "Now am cleared to fire non-warning shots!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-01-27 03:30 am UTC (link)

"RED." Alex snapped, holding a hand to his head, thinking hard. Species responses, cultural overlay, drop-ship orbiting seque-- Yeah, that'll work.

"Red, grab the M'ndavian. Just grab him by the whatever. If this works, drinks are on me." A beat. "Also, sorry."

Before Rocket can ask what he's apologizing for, Alex grabs him and flings him over his head. He then breaks cover and runs for the other senator.

/I'm going to die. This is how the son of the Celestial Madonna dies. A greasy stain on a greasy conference room's floor. I wonder if the old man will have anything to say. If I'd known I was going to die today I'd have had that extra helping at breakfast./

He lunges for the Strontian senator, hitting a relay on his belt as he makes contact.

"Ride, four to receive, on my mark." He lays down covering fire as he looks across the chaos to see if Red got to his target.

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	needsmoredakka 2011-01-27 11:53 pm UTC (link)
	Red sailed through the air, but landed in a running crouch. He grabbed onto the senator's robes. "Am sorry for the pulling, but the time of going must be now!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-01-28 02:02 am UTC (link)

"Mark!"

Alex's ship, affectionately named 'Ride', activates its transporter and beams the two Knowhere operatives, along with their cargo, aboard.

"This outrage will not be tolerated!" The Strontian shakes himself loose of Alex's hold. "When the great Kallark hears of this--"

"He'll tell both of you you were acting like errant children and that your complaints are distracting him when he's got an Imperial Guard to praetor over, or whatever the official verb is."

//ALEX, SENSORS INDICATE THAT 73.82% OF FIREARM USAGE HAS CEASED.//

"Well there's some luck..." Alex marches over to the control panel. "Red, politely subdue the senators if they do anything that might make us crash."

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	needsmoredakka 2011-01-28 02:15 am UTC (link)
	Red exchanged his large rifle for a pair of smaller pistols, which he kept trained on the two senators. "Apologies in advance if there is to be shooting," he said. "But at least you will be alive to be apologizing to." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-01-29 12:05 am UTC (link)

"Now, your high and mighty whatever-the-appropriate-titles are... you're on my ship." Alex speaks calmly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Down in the conference room, your respective entourages are gradually realizing 'Oh das't it all, our bosses are gone!' and stopping shooting to scratch their heads. Mostly.

It was obviously my mistake as the delegate from Knowhere to let the meeting go on so heavily armed, and I'm sure Commander Quill will have some choice Terran words for me, but here's the simple version we're left with."

He points at them each in turn. "You. And you. Talk. Make nice, with none of your respective posse to look important and fearless in front of. Figure how much face you need to save, then I put you back, and we put today behind us."

He clears his throat. "The alternative is that I dig through the culture files on both of you until I find some kind of mention of honorable suicide, and then I turn you over to the furball to set it up. Then the whole process starts over with whoever's left in charge down there."

A beat.

"I really don't like looking through culture files."

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	needsmoredakka 2011-01-29 12:20 am UTC (link)
	"Can be very creative," Red said, pointing a paw towards himself. "Was very bad arguing down there. Hurt my ears." He put on his saddest face. "Would prefer no more arguing." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-01-29 12:22 am UTC (link)
	The senators look at each other, and at the operatives, before retreating to the far end of the ship with indignation, already bickering over trade concessions and other such details. Alex lets out a sigh and puts Ride into a holding pattern. "Well... that could have gone better." He slumps into his pilot seat. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-01-29 12:35 am UTC (link)
	Red dropped into the seat next to him. "Oh? Thought it went very well." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-01-29 12:45 am UTC (link)
	He looks at the offered paw, then bumps it with his fist. "Yeah, you would." He sits back in his seat, finally taking his helmet off. "Like I said, drinks are on me." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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