|“Not the glittering weapon fights the fight, but rather the hero's heart.”
||[Aug. 13th, 2007|02:20 pm]
*creeps down the hall with Foster and Kelly*
*gonna free the Captain and save the frikkin' day...*
... oh gobd, why today...
*wipes back of neck, grimaces*
Awesome, thanks Simon. Christ.
*ship rocks with Xindi weapon's fire*
*moves down the corridor, crouched and at the ready, pistol high in the air...*
::takes violent motion in stride::
... I meand, I neber gedt sigck. I habbendt beend sigck in four years, andt da onde timbe I cadtch a freagkingk colt, BAMB!
*turns to Simon*
*puts a finger up to her lips*
::makes a shhh motion, rolls eyes::
Yes Cabtaind Secorro.
::sidesteps with another roll of the ship, continues down the hall::
... budt idt's true. Siddingk aroundt waidingk for sombbody to getdt off of der ass and findish the missiond, healthy as a horse. Sombethingk big habbens and I godda blow mby dose.
::another larger shudder rumbles through::
Andt just what the hell is Kelmby doingk? Whend you mutindy, you generally dondt try to blow ub your ownd shib!
*approaches the brig, can only see one MACO on duty*
Just fucking like you, Russel. Over confident.
We can discuss the finer points of backstabbing strategy later, Simon. For now...
*puts an arm over his chest, soccer-mom style, pressing him back against the wall*
MACO. Just the one. *peeks 'round the corner again*
*resets pistol to stun*
He is still my superior, after all...
::cripes, will my nose ever stop...::
Okay, maymbe not kill... budt make idt hurdt...
::readies own weapon::
*has an idea*
Chris... *peeks at the MACO again*
... how would you feel about providing a little, um, distraction?
*winks at her friend...*
*peers around the corner to see who it is*
That should be easy.
*opens the zip on her uniform shirt, keeping the pants on, and drapes the shirt around her upper body so that her breasts are drawing attention*
*grins as she sees their faces*
Like what you see?