wasbornrunning | The Elder Luke's room, for the elder Tyler Marlocke

(Admittedly.)

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THIS IS NOT DOING HIS INNER EAR ANY GOOD, TYLER, YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE WARNED HIM.

HIM DISAPPEARING IS A WARNING.

It is, blessidly a short ride down the slide to a complex door, with an odd looking entryplate that Tyler is licking.

"Gack, have to remember to get that thing flavored in cherry or something." He remarks, wiping his mouth as the door panel opens up behind the Bar. "Right, your first Luke."

-That's good, then. So if Luke throws up he won't be doing so in Tyler's hair.

Thankfully, they do not stumble out onto Happy Hour, or there would be Questions.

Good, yes.

Tyler is very thankful it is not Happy Hour just now.

"Right, coast is clear, just get up, and walk calmly for your door, I'll follow."

Calmly, he walks.

Calmly, he opens his door.

Calmly, he goes through it, and waits long enough to be certain Tyler's going to make it through.

And then, calmly, he doubles over and throws up.

Forgive him if he does not feel sorry for whoever has to clean up that floor.

That's okay, no one really feels sorry for these Aliens at the moment. That may change.

Once through, Tyler's just going to stick close and wait for Luke to finish vomiting before helping him to his feet to walk on.

Luke doesn't actually know where he's going, but he does, eventually, pick a spot that's relatively out of the way and has panels and things to hack into, because they can't blindly wander around the ship forever.

(As for his hacking skills and whether he is good enough for this, well: the narration says consider how he was in the first season and add many years of practice with Mr. Smith.)

After a bit of fiddling, he comes up with a map of the ship, and the life forms on the ship. The ones not meant to be there are in mauve, and one particular mauve one that Luke assumes is Ross is only a few corridors away.

"Move that way?" Tyler murmurs, pointing at the nearby mauve spot that is Ross and looking at Luke for confirmation.

"Yes."

...Momentary re-orientation, kthnx.

Beat.

OH WAIT BUT FIRST he takes a few extra minutes to wipe the mauve spots thare are him and Tyler from the system. Smart, Luke is, if still getting over druggedness.

"All right."

He just waits until Luke's done with the computer before walking in the direction of the Mauve Spot That Is An Ally.

Mauve Spot That Is An Ally And Also Probably Drugged. This is not, technically, the most tactical of moves, but there is no way Luke is leaving Ross in a cell until they've sorted everything else out.

And, y'know. Avoid that small regiment of aliens wandering off to deal with UNIT-shaped intruders. Oh snap?

Well SHIT. Okay. Aliens up ahead, sick buddy here, and no offense to Luke, but there is no WAY they could out run the incoming aliens.

...Well, Tyler could, but he's not leaving Luke to get picked up by these guys again. The gadget hero is just going to look for someplace to hide. It is very inconvient that the bulkheads cannot possibly hide two people. It is good that they can hide ONE person.

"Look. I'm quite sure all of you are perfectly fine chaps trying to do a little business." He says brightly, actually smiling at them for a moment, no teeth snowing. "But you see...I'm not entirely certain this operation is kosher on any level, given the fact that you're drugging anyone who finds you into hell and back."

"So. I'd highly advise that you all pack up and leave. Or else."

There is a moment of more-or-less silence whilst Intercommunication Happens.

Eventually, the one that appears to be in charge finally speaks. "You are in charge of the military branch attacking us?"

Luke has the horrible feeling he's going to need to be facepalming soon.

"They're attacking you because you took two of their people by force. And no, I'm not in charge of them."

"I am not remotely affliated with their organization." That smile is getting bigger.

That is not a good thing.

...Many weapons are rather suddenly pointed at Tyler, for lo, he is expendable now.

"What is your objective here?"

"My objective is to warn you, since it is rather apparent that you have no legal rights or permits to be on this planet..." The weapons are going to be given a disdainful glance before looking at all of the aliens gathered there, and continuing in a calm voice that turns into a very soft growl. "That if you do not remove yourselves from this planet in a hurried fashion and return what you have taken from here, that the people I do represent will sue your entire species' culture back into the Stone Age."

Edited 2008-10-21 02:10 (UTC)

"Our records indicated that this planet had no contact with outside forces," says the alien.

Luke, meanwhile, is wishing he had the gift of telepathy, and is trying to figure out a way to mime 'Shadow Proclamation' at Tyler.

"Really? When was the last time your people updated those records?"

He's smiling. That can't be a good thing.

...There are a few moments of slightly nervous chatter. Tyler's smile is, apparently, universally feared.

And then someone is sent off to do this checking.

There is Eyeing in the meanwhile. "Who are you?"

"I'm a lawyer." That grin only deepens, with a happy growl on the last word of that sentence. "Any of you chaps get any bright ideas about shooting me, you can dream of poverty unto the seventh generation of your offspring."

There is uncomfortable foot-shuffling as the aliens wait for their fellow to come back with information.

Luke, meanwhile, is discovering that it is difficult to hack into a ship and plant information in its database about this when one is hiding in a bulkhead. Sigh.

Someone eventually ventures, "My seventh-generation grandkids never visit me."

FACEPALM, says the collective consciousness.

"Then I'm quite certain, you'll be very happy to live with them for the rest of your life, should you decide shooting me is a good idea." He's just going to crack his knuckles a bit.

"Brats," says another, more grannylike being, "all of them."

...Blink, says Luke, from behind the bulkhead.

At this point, the messanger alien returns. "The database was last updated 6.022 times ten to the negative 23rd standard time increments ago."

...Blink, Luke says again.

...Avogadro's number reversed, considering that these don't seem a very short-lived species, and factoring in the rate of particle decay...

"Anything else?" Still smiling fellas, except his stance has changed from simply standing there to a light-predator-about-to-spring crouch.

"He doesn't, uh-"

"Speak up, man!"

"-show up on the sensors."

Collective OH SHIT.

Slight smug from the Luke direction.

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