Uh. [Needless to say, Bucky’s a bit creeped out himself because none of that sounded normal at all. He’d heard the word atlas, but that’s about all he could make out. The rest is gibberish.
While he tries to think of something to say, he knocks away a trilobite that's leaped onto his leg.]
Is that some kinda warning, you think? Or... [Shit. This isn’t the time to be having this conversation. They’re being swarmed by a bunch of giant bugs.
He groans and throws off another trilobite, kicks another away, stamps yet another under his heel.]
Look, if there’s a source, then those others that left’ll find it, alright? But this isn’t a day camp, okay? These things are seriously trying to take the one thing keeping us alive. [He gestures at his own exosuit with its own share of nicks and rips between a few more whacks and stomps.] Would you rather die? Because they don’t care if you do, I can tell ya right now, kid.
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While he tries to think of something to say, he knocks away a trilobite that's leaped onto his leg.]
Is that some kinda warning, you think? Or... [Shit. This isn’t the time to be having this conversation. They’re being swarmed by a bunch of giant bugs.
He groans and throws off another trilobite, kicks another away, stamps yet another under his heel.]
Look, if there’s a source, then those others that left’ll find it, alright? But this isn’t a day camp, okay? These things are seriously trying to take the one thing keeping us alive. [He gestures at his own exosuit with its own share of nicks and rips between a few more whacks and stomps.] Would you rather die? Because they don’t care if you do, I can tell ya right now, kid.