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[falsesmile]

Who: Ves (falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

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[sandhate]

[ even with the limit he put on his force-usage, the alert that rings out in the force is so palpable, he immediate knows that something or someone is here and they're about to do something really stupid.

anakin had just enough time to force-pull the door he kick in and use it as a shield for whatever happens next. what comes is a blinding source of light he could almost marvel at if he wasn't, you know, blind. anakin spews out a string of huttese-curses - those are the only ones he ever learned and he's sticking with them - and squeeze his eyes shut. only after the his eyes recover, after the light stops stabbing out from its source, does he drop the door-shield.

he looks into the room, the light actually made the darkness even worse and now he has to rely even more on the force to find who - what - that was. there's another wet squelch coming from his foot when he steps into the room again. ]

Who's there!

[ceruleo]

[ He's dived behind the cot's frame, not the smartest choice but his plan of diving past the thing went out the window when the flash went off and all his could see was that massive, misshapen silhouette blocking the whole doorway.

So, this is it. This is how it ends: destroyed by an alien zombie returning to its final resting place, eaten alive, his heart torn still-beating from his chest, his very flesh rent from his bones. He has so many regrets! He'll never taste garlic knots again! Or his mom's cooking, or see the beach...

Lance is curled up on himself, hands over his head and eyes squeezed shut, every bone in his body trembling, tuned into the wet slapping noise of Anakin's feet. ]

Pleasedon'teatme, pleasedon'teatme....I'm too young and handsome to die!

[ He's a little dramatic. ]

[sandhate]

[ the cot lance is hiding behind rips away as he grips it with invisible hands. it slams against the other side of the room with a loud - pleasantly loud, it's just so much better than the creeping silence that hung around him today. what he finds is not some interloper or opportunistic creature waiting to pounce, but the muttering young man, spouting some nonsense about being handsome.

this is basically a kid, too small and thin, muscles still haven't grown in yet. anakin squats down beside him, scoffing. ]

Calm down. I don't think you have enough meat on your bones to be a good meal.

[ceruleo]

[ The bed tears away completely. Lance is left quaking, still completely curled in, now defenceless and vulnerable.

He braces himself...




...and nothing. Blinking, he jerks his head up, gaping at the stranger before him, wearing a suit not at all unlike his own, with wet feet--the squelching--and dragging a footlocker--the shuffling, the creaking, the thump...

Oh. Woops. ]

Haha, um. Hey there. [ Hahahaha WHEEZE. There's no recovering from this, is there? ]

[sandhate]

[ anakin stares.








he eyes the kid long enough for it to be a tad uncomfortable then he stands and offers a hand up. ]

My name's Anakin. Are you alright?

[ceruleo]

[ a w k w a r d ]

Uh, Lance. And the only thing irreparably broken is my pride.

[ He takes the offered hand, letting Anakin pull him up so he can dust off his suit. ]

On the plus side, we're both re-energized now...right?

[sandhate]

[ he takes a look at his wrist and true to form, that number is higher than when he last checked. ]

Huh. Hope it was worth the... scare.

[ he's smirking. oh no, actually, he's laughing - quietly, more like chuckle but it's there all the same. ]

Look, I don't blame you. The claw marks here would put me on edge too. But in the future, I would suggest running.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance looks at the small room, then shrugs, visibly wondering where he would've run to. ] No, you're definitely blaming me. I'm feeling the blame here, dude.

[ ROLLING HIS EYES like the drama queen he is, Lance motions to the footlocker. ]

Why were you even carrying this around? It's like you were practically trying to be scary.

[sandhate]

[ he looks back at the footlocker and almost laughs (again) ]

No, I wasn't trying to scare you. [ even if it seems to be an easy af task ] It has scraps I wanted to bring back. Power cells, some kind of blaster tech.

[ he gives the footlocker a tap with the tip of his boot ] The footlocker itself I want to use to either keep the rations that we had or dismantle for ...something else.

[ceruleo]

[ Huh. ] Okay, decent idea. I can dig it.

[ He crouches to get a better look, inspecting the case. ]

Where'd you find this, anyway?

[sandhate]

[ anakin gives lance a frown. ]

Please don't dig it.

[ what are earth idioms ]

I found it in the room with the blue light. There are more if you're looking for some. It's lined with metal, it can get heavy.

[ a pointed look at the noodle arms on lance ]

[ceruleo]

[ He's about to correct Anakin on that awful use of slang when he's interrupted by the explanation. ]

Can't be that heav--oof....

[ He sure did just try to pick it up HIS ARMS ARE NOT NOODLES OKAY and failed because his arms, are, in fact, noodles. ]

Did you seriously carry this with your arms?

[ Who are you, Schwarzenegger?? ]

[sandhate]

Arm.

[ as in singular. he doesn't like to broadcast the fact that he has a robot arm and really what purpose does it serve. an awkward moment of silence later, anakin shrugs. ]

And yes, I can. You can too, but you would have to get your arm severed first. My arm- It's a prosthetic. Made out of durasteel and electrodrivers.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance stops for a moment, looks up at Anakin with a new perspective. Huh.

If he recognizes the subject's painful, he certainly doesn't say anything--just nods, appreciative. ]

Sounds pretty useful. Shiro--my team leader--has this beefy robot arm and it's like, the coolest.

[ Shiro doesn't think so, but hey, he isn't here to object. ]

WORST DAD JOKE

[sandhate]

Mine's not that cool.

[ he holds his hand out, a small smile at the corner of his lips ]

Take my hand. You'll find that it's very much at human temperature.

1/2 not even shiro could compete tbh

[ceruleo]

[ Lance's jaw works, slightly open then slightly closed. He can't believe it. ]

2/3 i lied

[ceruleo]

[ No, this is too much of a disaster. He has to avert his eyes and groan. ]

3/3

[ceruleo]

Here I was thinking you were cool. Guess you're just as 'human temperature' as the rest of you, huh?

[sandhate]

[ he almost laughs but scoffs and smirks instead ]

And here I thought I was trying to be scary.

[cerulion]

Uh, pretty sure you weren't trying to be scary, you're just a natural at it.

[ Now that he isn't so shaken--the opposite, in fact--he can turn his attention back to the cot he'd been inspecting, namely the small metal cabinet next to it, presumably used to stash personal belongings. It's locked, but also comparatively flimsy. ]

Do you think your hand could open this?

[sandhate]

[ maybe you're just a natural at being a wimp. he's older now, so he doesn't say it but the look his face employs probably says it for him.

anakin examines the metal. he would have relied more on the force here but he has KO'd himself twice using the force already. better to just --

the metal rips open with more force than was necessary. ]

Just so we're clear, I'm not a droid. [ seeing as that is a droid role. anakin moves away and lets lance take a peek. ] See anything you like?

[ceruleo]

[ WOW HE DIDN'T ORDER ANY SASSPARILLA....... ]

Uh, I didn't say you were? [ There's probably a cultural gap here he's missing, because he tilts his head, wondering if it was something he said. Quickly, he shifts his attention back to the box, prying away the unhinged door. There's no much inside except for dessicated plastipaper, the words completely worn away, and something glinting-- ]

Oh, hey. That's cute.

[ He pulls out a beaded bracelet, held together by silver filigree. It seems incongruous with their sleek, almost brutalist surroundings. ]

[sandhate]

[ that's.....

he clears his throat and despite himself, he shows the smallest smirk, too sly and smug to be not teasing. ]

Why, you got a special someone to give that to here? Of all places?

[ceruleo]

[ He huffs, his pride piqued. ]

Oh yeah? Wh--what if I do, huh?!

[ He doesn't, but that's beside the point. He could!! Anakin doesn't know shit!!! ]

[sandhate]

Well.

[ sarcasm of qui-gon jinn lives on in his almost-apprentice. ]

If that's the case, congratulations. [ he goes serious and dry ] Finding someone to care for in a desolated place is very hard, but you made it. You should definitely give that to them. In fact, let's go give it to them. Right now.