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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 21, 2011 21:04:19 GMT -5
Rampage stomps on any larvae in reach as he approaches Skystrike, his crab-legs writhing over his shoulders in an attempt to shake any loose before they can sting him. He knocks them from his chest and arms and snatches one from the small of his back, disemboweling this one with his teeth as well. He can't quite reach the larvae higher on his back, though, and so he accepts Skystrike's assistance.
With the promise that his body will soon be free of the infernal creature, he begins blasting away at any stragglers he can spot. They don't even have the decency to be reasonably tasty!
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Post by Rook on Mar 22, 2011 19:00:19 GMT -5
Skystrike will be easily able to turn Rook around like a doll and clean the parasites off his front. Oh, but he's so glad he's not back in Cybertropolis. Forced to do grunt-work, attacked by aliens, and 'bot-handled by a common solider. And he's going to have bald patches, he reflects as some feathers drift away in the vacuum.
//Well, you seem to have the situation under control,// he transmits to Skystrike, sounding a lot better than he feels.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 23, 2011 17:14:27 GMT -5
//Panic never helps.// Skystrike rumbles, giving the crow a dark look before giving him a thorough once-over and letting him go. //Check yourself over and try not to get anymore on you.// She turns to Rampage now, stomping on a few more worms in the process.
… And Rampage was... chewing on them. //Rampage,// she admonishes with a long-suffering sigh, reaching out to grab one of his legs, starting up the welder again. //Don’t put them in your mouth.//
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 23, 2011 18:44:20 GMT -5
The crab leg twitches as Skystrike manhandles it and Rampage shoots her a glare over his shoulder but behaves. He can feel the things crawling across his back, searching for any weak points, and he wants them off.
He snorts over the radio. //Ah, but there's nothing quite so satisfying as the taste of your enemy. The smooth drip of his fluids down your throat. The crunch of his armour between your teeth.//
The larvae actually are a little crunchy, but he's not talking about them anymore. Not really.
He wonders if getting attacked by hostile extraterrestrials will get them out of menial labour for the time being.
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Post by Rook on Mar 23, 2011 21:50:20 GMT -5
//I know that!// Rook snaps at Skystrike. Realizing he is being held in the hand of the person he's talking to, he corrects himself, //That is to say, thank you for the advice and assistance, Skystrike. I shall ensure that high command is informed of your exemplary performance and cool head in a crisis.//
Skystrike sets the crow back down on the hull and he immediately starts checking himself for worms. She seems to have gotten them all, but by the Pit, those stings hurt.
Rook gives Rampage a look. It seems he was right to give the crab a wide berth. Who'd have thought?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 26, 2011 15:35:51 GMT -5
//Hm,// is Skystrike's minimalistic response to Rook as she fries the worms on Rampage's back. This wasn't exactly what she'd call a crisis. Not yet anyhow, although if any of the worms escaped and started nesting in the ship, this might well be the start of one.
//Yes, and I’m sure you’d like medics spending hours digging through your insides to flush any out after this too,// the seeker mutters, zapping more worms off and getting a few more stings along the way. Lovely.
She isn’t supposed to be mother-hening people here. That’s not her job. Yet here the berkut is, having just watched someone put an alien worm in their mouth. In her millions of years, that’s happened exactly three times and the results where never, ever good. One would think that it’d be common sense NOT to put stinging space critters in one’s mouth but apparently it’s not.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 26, 2011 20:54:27 GMT -5
Little does Skystrike know, but they have nothing to worry about when it comes to the space critters nesting in the ship.
Shooting a glare at Skystrike for the mention of medics digging through his insides, Rampage replies, //My systems are perfectly capable of processing organic matter.//
And even they aren't, he'd sooner cut himself open and flush out his own insides rather than let a medic poke around in them.
His crab legs wriggle as Skystrike burns away the last of the larvae clinging to him, and he can spot no more of the creatures on the hull. Still, he doesn't put his gun away quite yet, instead laying it against one of his shoulders. //That seems to be the lot.//
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Post by Rook on Mar 26, 2011 22:02:02 GMT -5
Rook suffered physical harm and was in immediate danger. He could have been terminated! As far as he's concerned, that is a crisis.
//Just because we can process organic matter doesn't mean you should put every wiggling carbon-based life-form you see in your mouth, Rampage,// Rook chides from the safety of Skystrike's metaphorical skirts.
Spotting a worm clinging to the Seeker's foot, he deftly spears it with his dagger and tosses it aside. Even tiny things are easy to hit when they stand still. //So it would appear,// he transmits in response to Rampage, sweeping the hull with his optics for any movement. //We should get to medical.//
The 'Cons may have some sort of quarantine procedure for situations like this. Rook doesn't care about that when he's the one who's been stung.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 27, 2011 16:11:50 GMT -5
//Don’t put anymore in your mouth,// Skystrike says flatly, annoyance clear in her voice. Was she talking to a fresh paint? The seeker the gives the crab a curious look, annoyance evaporating. It would explain a lot, although it’s been a while since she’d had to deal with one. She does add, //or anywhere else, for that matter,// in case the bit-brain decided to creatively interpret the order.
//Spread out and find any left overs. Five minutes.// Unlike Rook, Skystrike does care about whether or not their forces would potentially be endangered by surviving aliens. They needed to make it safer for the decontam team before they left, ensure that there was less chances of anyone else getting stung. //Then we’ll head inside.//
OOC: Skip and go right to quarantine?
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 27, 2011 16:54:47 GMT -5
Rampage leers at Rook around Skystrike. //I suppose I could stick to devouring mechanical life-forms.// Rampage is sure he has delightful recipe for roast crow, with a side of mech-fluid fried wires.
He wipes the gore from his mouth, muttering, //No point in eating them once they're dea-// Then Skystrike warns him against shoving larvae places other than his mouth and he looks at her like she's the crazy one. //What? Where would I- Why-// He presses fingers to his brow and shakes his head. //Never mind.//
Medical? //I am uninjured, I see no reason to burden the medics with my presence.//
OOC: Skip to quarantine is good!
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2011 17:29:43 GMT -5
How dare Skystrike presume to give orders to Rook! He outranks her! Then again, he's not in her chain of command, and this is clearly a military matter. Oh, well. He'll file the pettiness away for later.
//Very well.//
//Rampage, you've been stung by those worms and ingested a few. You are going to get a medical exam,// the crow says in his firmest, it-is-inconcievable-to-imagine-disobeying-me voice.
OOC: Hop, skip, and a jump!
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