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001 (video)
[ Maybe Independence Day is Coach Finstock's favorite movie for a reason. All Stiles knows is, at first he was in his jeep, dropping Scott off at home - and then he was in a shuttle, with some nasty-looking dude with six eyes staring at him.
He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.
Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.
That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.
Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]
So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.
[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]
What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?
And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.
[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]
And the dude you're telling is Stiles!
He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.
Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.
That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.
Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]
So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.
[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]
What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?
And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.
[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]
And the dude you're telling is Stiles!
perma-video;
[ Stiles despairs for a moment, then picks up the note about Earth and where he is. ]
Okay, so I'm on Omega. What the heck and where is Omega?
[ That is more pertinent of a question. ]
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[which means she hasn't been on earth in quite some time.
but .. okay. time to start explaining things.] Omega is a space station in the appropriately-named Omega nebula .. it's a hollowed-out chunk of asteroid that's been mined pretty much down to nothing. It's pretty much where you go if you don't care about killing people to get some credits.
[she shrugs. it feels like everyone should know this by now.] Have you been greeted by the batarians, yet?
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Oh, wonderful. I'm on a rock full of murdering psychopaths, and most of them are aliens. That's comforting to know.
[ Nevermind, he wants the commune of werewolves. ]
Uhh - which ones are the batarians? How many eyes do they have?
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what.
she's watched a few ancient earth vids with her sister when they were kids. they were kind of fascinating.] Hey, it just means you have to be careful, that's all. [she's .. at least trying to be reassuring? she isn't entirely sure it's working, though. hrm.]
The ugly ones with four eyes. Generally the more .. unfriendly bunch around here.
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[ No okay his middle name is "befuddle authority", really. And he snorts loudly after a moment. ]
So there's the unfriendly four-eyed ones and then the unfriendly triangle-headed ones?
[ Those are krogan, Stiles. ]
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[you don't look like you could keep yourself out of trouble if someone paid you. come on now.
and she has to keep from laughing at that.] Triangle-headed ones .. I don't suppose they go around headbutting people, do they?
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[ At her other question he makes a face, vaguely sickened. ]
Yes, people and each other, possibly they've also been eating metal nails.
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[wow stiles you're fun.]
Ah, those'll be krogan .. they're big babies, you're fine. Unless they've been drinking ryncol .. then you might wanna watch your ass.
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[ no, u. and he makes a face at benji after a moment. ]
What the hell is ryncol, and why do those [ what did she call them ] krogan drink it?
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stare.
she really needs to find out when you're from so maybe some of your speech patterns will start to make sense.
IGNORING THAT COMPLETELY AND GOING TO ANSWER ABOUT KROGAN YEP.] It's pretty much the equivalent of battery acid with an alcohol content that's through the roof. And they drink it because they think it's the only thing worth drinking.
[said with gusto? you betcha.]
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horrified
stare.
Stiles swallows a little and then replies with, ] So what you're saying is I don't want to fuck with a Krogan, like, ever.
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[the smile she gives back at him might be a little bit patronizing. but once he gets to know her, he'll realize that's just how she does things.]
Skinny guy like you? No, you don't ever want to mess with one.
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[ He huffs out a breath, glancing at something off the screen - probably a krogan. ]
Are they slow? Maybe I can outrun them.
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They're not exceptionally fast, but when they charge you, it doesn't really matter.
Especially if it's a biotic charge.
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What's a bi-otic charge? Is it an otic charge that doesn't know if it likes boys or girls?
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.. and did you really just say that.
squint.]
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1/2 couldn't help myself.
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STILES I SWEAR TO GOD
[sigh.]
It's something vanguards do. They channel biotic energy and it lets them charge across the field into a designated target. Does some pretty heavy damage.
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So it's space magic, right?
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[god you're giving her a headache.]