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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!
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[ oh god stiles has no idea what the hell he's about to get ripped into. ]
Well, I've got mad skills.
[ no that's said flatly, there's no way you can take it seriously. ]
I've got someone I know here and I'm pretty smart, I think I can handle it if I'm still alive at home.
[ not discounting this being a death hallucination. ]
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[even if the alliance had taken her once shepard had been arrested for that whole object rho nonsense, taken her apart and just barely put her back together before giving her back. (yes, he was referring to that ship as her, because that ship was the love of his life and no one can stop him.)
joker just laughs at that comment.] Mad skills. Okay, well, you've got sarcasm covered - but I don't see how that's gonna help you in a fight.
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[ go on, go on, tell him about the normandy joker.
straight faced: ]
I can run really fast.
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[that's all you're getting unless you start showing some respect for his ship.]
What if they can too?
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[ guess who likes the world war eras of his history textbooks. ]
I don't think you've seen how fast I can run. Also, I know parkour.
[ parkour! he's lying. ]
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are you serious.] I can't even think right off the top of my head how far back in Earth's history that is for me. But - well, actually I have no idea what it's named for, so I can't say for sure yes or no.
[good job, kid. you got him thinking.]
Parkour. Really.