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Who: Yondu and OTA
Where: Cinema Car
When: Llama 3
What: Yondu shows a few of the holovids he got from home (Battle for Xandar, Flerken Documentary, Ravager Info)
Warnings: A "Damn Nature, You Scary!" scenario
OTA in the Cinema Carriage
Newsreel: Battle for Xandar
Yondu's been looking forward to this one the most. Partially 'cause he wants to remember some of the good times of bein' back home. This victory was a definite high point, even if he missed a good chunk of the battle from above. He'd still been fighting below.
It's a ground view of the notorious (in his universe) battle. He points at the Eclector as it's approaching, speaking over the correspondent on the ground who's narrating the airbattle. "That'n was my ship! An that other'n was called the Dark Aster." He says as a swarm of small M-ships drop out of the bottom of his own vessel.
Then he points to the ship up between the two blast ships. "That'n was me. An' down there's Quill, that's my boy. An' there was Kraglin' an' Rocket. Now the plan originally was that they'd blow a hole in that there an' both me an' Quill'd go in but uh..."
He's quiet until a chunk of debris takes a third of his ship off during the mayhem of the frantic fight and he starts going down.
"...Looks worse than it was. Ended up fightin' ground troops an' havin' to watch from down there, too." He says as a bunch of little Nova Corp Star Blasters show up, escorting Peter's ship. Then he claps once and points with a big jagged grin "-Lookit that! Look at how damn good Peter did flyin' in there." He's proud as hell of his dumb boy.
He finally settles back in to watch the grid up, where it cuts away to talk to an eyewitness reliving their portion of the account and what they were doing that day.
"They show some more in a li'l' bit."
Flerkens: The Improbable Creature
Yondu's quiet this time, listening to the David Attenborough level voice narrate.
It's set in some space ruins, about Earth levels of development though before whatever apocalypse happened there. In a cityscape there's a 'cat' wandering, an orange striped tabby, looking fairly normal at this point.
"The Flerken mother's clutch is near hatching. The young will be vulnerable, so she is patrolling the area of potential predators. And she spots one. A native canine commonly called a 'three-eyed terror hound."
The view shows a massive dog, about the size of a horse, sniffing around the remains of an alien vehicle. "It has caught the scent of a potential meal. The mother-to-be needs to act quickly." The tabby goes darting along an overgrown curb, flattened down as low as she can get, stalking. She has that wild-eyed cat look. She bides her time under the car as the monster-sized animal gets near a rusty shipping container, swiss-cheesed with holes from age.
"Now, she strikes."
That's when the Flerken darts out with the speed a mother cat is usually seen exhibiting before protecting her kittens. What is not usually seen (by humans, anyway) is the mother opening her head completely up and tentacles pouring out of her mouth. She makes a nightmarish noise as she grabs the would-be egg-eater and swallows it whole.
"Her young are safe. For now."
A camera inside shows the Flerken mother going to lay among her eggs, of which there look to be at least 200 some.
"That's what cats look like to me," Yondu says to the person watching with him, then carefully eating a piece of popcorn.
Ravager Country
There's a wide-spanning shot of something that looks like an asteroid until it pans to an angle that reveals that it's a massive skull with a city built into it. This narrator sounds a little more energetic and excitable.
"Welcome to Knowhere." The camera cuts to a street view of pretty questionable looking people wandering around. Everything still mostly intact because this was filmed before Ronan got ahold of the place, but that doesn't say much for quality. A pink man with brown hair and dressed about as recognizably like a field reporter as a space person can look is guiding the cameraman through a marketplace.
"This is one of the best places to find brokers that deal with Ravagers. Usually they serve as middle-men between someone that wants an item or a capture and the Ravager faction they hire. Different factions pass through Knowhere on a regular basis. In fact there are over 100 Ravager factions, and we have one moving in now."
The camera turns to show a bunch of Ravagers walking towards a bar. They're all wearing black and have a different 'flame' design on their uniform. The reporter approaches them to talk.
"I didn't know none o' them," Yondu says, wrinkling up his nose and shrugging. "I think they got Contraxia in here, too." He'll just not mention half of what he's done on Contraxia.
Where: Cinema Car
When: Llama 3
What: Yondu shows a few of the holovids he got from home (Battle for Xandar, Flerken Documentary, Ravager Info)
Warnings: A "Damn Nature, You Scary!" scenario
Yondu's been looking forward to this one the most. Partially 'cause he wants to remember some of the good times of bein' back home. This victory was a definite high point, even if he missed a good chunk of the battle from above. He'd still been fighting below.
It's a ground view of the notorious (in his universe) battle. He points at the Eclector as it's approaching, speaking over the correspondent on the ground who's narrating the airbattle. "That'n was my ship! An that other'n was called the Dark Aster." He says as a swarm of small M-ships drop out of the bottom of his own vessel.
Then he points to the ship up between the two blast ships. "That'n was me. An' down there's Quill, that's my boy. An' there was Kraglin' an' Rocket. Now the plan originally was that they'd blow a hole in that there an' both me an' Quill'd go in but uh..."
He's quiet until a chunk of debris takes a third of his ship off during the mayhem of the frantic fight and he starts going down.
"...Looks worse than it was. Ended up fightin' ground troops an' havin' to watch from down there, too." He says as a bunch of little Nova Corp Star Blasters show up, escorting Peter's ship. Then he claps once and points with a big jagged grin "-Lookit that! Look at how damn good Peter did flyin' in there." He's proud as hell of his dumb boy.
He finally settles back in to watch the grid up, where it cuts away to talk to an eyewitness reliving their portion of the account and what they were doing that day.
"They show some more in a li'l' bit."
Flerkens: The Improbable Creature
Yondu's quiet this time, listening to the David Attenborough level voice narrate.
It's set in some space ruins, about Earth levels of development though before whatever apocalypse happened there. In a cityscape there's a 'cat' wandering, an orange striped tabby, looking fairly normal at this point.
"The Flerken mother's clutch is near hatching. The young will be vulnerable, so she is patrolling the area of potential predators. And she spots one. A native canine commonly called a 'three-eyed terror hound."
The view shows a massive dog, about the size of a horse, sniffing around the remains of an alien vehicle. "It has caught the scent of a potential meal. The mother-to-be needs to act quickly." The tabby goes darting along an overgrown curb, flattened down as low as she can get, stalking. She has that wild-eyed cat look. She bides her time under the car as the monster-sized animal gets near a rusty shipping container, swiss-cheesed with holes from age.
"Now, she strikes."
That's when the Flerken darts out with the speed a mother cat is usually seen exhibiting before protecting her kittens. What is not usually seen (by humans, anyway) is the mother opening her head completely up and tentacles pouring out of her mouth. She makes a nightmarish noise as she grabs the would-be egg-eater and swallows it whole.
"Her young are safe. For now."
A camera inside shows the Flerken mother going to lay among her eggs, of which there look to be at least 200 some.
"That's what cats look like to me," Yondu says to the person watching with him, then carefully eating a piece of popcorn.
Ravager Country
There's a wide-spanning shot of something that looks like an asteroid until it pans to an angle that reveals that it's a massive skull with a city built into it. This narrator sounds a little more energetic and excitable.
"Welcome to Knowhere." The camera cuts to a street view of pretty questionable looking people wandering around. Everything still mostly intact because this was filmed before Ronan got ahold of the place, but that doesn't say much for quality. A pink man with brown hair and dressed about as recognizably like a field reporter as a space person can look is guiding the cameraman through a marketplace.
"This is one of the best places to find brokers that deal with Ravagers. Usually they serve as middle-men between someone that wants an item or a capture and the Ravager faction they hire. Different factions pass through Knowhere on a regular basis. In fact there are over 100 Ravager factions, and we have one moving in now."
The camera turns to show a bunch of Ravagers walking towards a bar. They're all wearing black and have a different 'flame' design on their uniform. The reporter approaches them to talk.
"I didn't know none o' them," Yondu says, wrinkling up his nose and shrugging. "I think they got Contraxia in here, too." He'll just not mention half of what he's done on Contraxia.
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"Your ships still utilize a wing based design? Are they meant more for lower atmosphere encounters?" He has always been told off, normally by Bulma, about talking during a film or show, but since Yondu seemed happy to chat during this then Vegeta would as well, curious about the technology involved. Vegeta really has had nothing to do with air or space-based combat when it came to the use of ships, he was always a ground troop to take out the opposition before they had a chance to start a defense, but these were all very alien ships, even with how many other alien races he has encountered over his years. There really was nothing like these that he had encountered back in his universe.
That grid was equally interesting, Vegeta leaning forward in his seat to try and spot all the holovid allowed. "A shield made up of ships? I wonder if an Attack Ball could get through it... It's still based on rear propulsion, correct?"
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Bulma's said pretty much nothing but good things about Vegeta, so he comes in with a pretty high recommendation. Her judgment's been pretty solid so far, so he's about as casually friendly as a wry Ravager can be.
"M-ships- them are the ones that did the fightin' first? They got back an' lower, but changin' the shape of their wings can kinda adjust where that propulsion is goin'. We did space an' atmosphere battles. They had a Transmatter system, too. Meanin' if somebody got downed you could swing by an' pick 'em up without even gettin' out. Even in the middle of a battle if ya had a couple o' folks coverin' ya."
Or if they got spaced. And that's an unfun nostalgia right there. But he'd saved a few people like that, so not as bad as it could be, considerin'.
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"The fleet I was with had little concern about aiding its members in times of trouble. You either survived yourself, or died." Sure it meant a loss asset, but they were just property to the likes of Frieza, and a Saiyan knew that any battle they entered could be their last.
"That shield must have a breaking point though, it doesn't look like it will hold back the mass of that ship." Which in itself was... a strange one, lots of moving parts. Not that he's ignoring your lovely ship too, Yondu, don't worry, it's just not that interesting compared to ones designed as shield to protect a planet's surface. If an entire planet could put a permanent version of it up, it would offer a great level of protection. Depending on the strain it could take. Everything had an overpowering point before it broke.
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Yondu had been a slave himself, right up to his own adulthood. It had skewed his own perspectives on leadership. "I did my best to keep what men I could. Up until some of 'em double-crossed the rest." There's some contempt there, but that's another story. "Wasn't gonna be like my old owners. I had to lead rough but I weren't about to throw folks away like they was nothin'. ...Just had to look like I might."
He scrunches his face up at that whole 'had to look hard to live' thing. He shoulda kicked out the asshole portion of his crew long before. He did have real good folks in there he coulda hung onto.
But yeah, the Nova Corp shield doesn't last forever. The city is a little more sparse when a video from a different angle comes back on to where the Dark Aster breaks through. Its from the shaky perspective of people leaving the city on a transport, and there are civilians chattering frantically in the background audio, dimmed down to make room for the narration. Yondu just gestures. "Kree were military through an' through. They'd do what you're talkin' about. Nothin' else mattered so long as they won." Even if Ronan was a rogue at that time, he still stank of everything in the Kree Empire he hated.
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"Sounds like how Saiyans were. If you weren't able to win in battle you were considered worthless." True, they had their share of people in other fields, but those typically were in support of their fighters; technical staff that maintained their ships and gear, got them ready to head off world, or kept their people alive back on their planet. However Vegeta is under no illusion of just what his people were like, and just the damage they had done to their universe. "Provided there was a profit or fun in it."
He also still can't get over these ships, Vegeta shaking his head as he settled back in his seat. "All your ships are so... angular."
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Battle for Xandar
It's sweet.
"It looks like it was a really impressive battle," she says.
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For a lot of reasons. His crew wanted Peter dead. If he went alone, they'd definitely be dead. If he succeeded by some miracle and ended up with that stone, they'd all end up dead.
(He figured that Peter'd pull some kind of fast one but he was pleasantly surprised to discover he hadn't just sold it to the first buyer.)
"Unfortunately Ronan's ship makes it all the way down- tears through the Star Blasters an' you'll see a big ol' mess o' purple light but no recordin's." He gestures to the screen before settling back in a chair, kicking a leg up over the arm of it.
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"They had to contain it. If the thing touched the planet it woulda wiped out ever'thin' on it."
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Good job past me for losing words.
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Flerkens
"Amazing," his companion breathes. Honestly, they look pretty much like a cat themself, being more or less an anthropomorphic tiger person. "God, I'd love to read an actual academic book on their biology—really figure out what makes them tick. That's exactly the kind of creature we should have on Mundus."
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He's lost some crew to one. It'd be more tragic, except even Yondu has to admit some of his crew would consistently make bad choices. He really, really shouldn't have put hiring on Kraglin's shoulders. That said, those particular deaths had been almost an argument in favor of Natural Selection.
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He gestures at the screen. This is stuff that he did all the time. Though sometimes that he forgets as a kind of space pirate his life is pretty unique in that he's always dealing with dangerous shit. Or he was, anyway.
"I mean... what was available in the wild anyway?"
definitely flerkens!
So when the mother flerken finally shows what stuff she's truly made of, the young Jedi actually laughs. "Holy kriff." She turns to Yondu in amazement. "And you've seen them? In person?"
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"If they ain't tamed they'll definitely eat people. But I seen the socialized ones, too." Some very crazy Kree keep them. At least crazy as hell in his opinion.
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But really, if there ever was a creature that'd be at home in her universe, it would be a Flerken. As far as Yondu's concerned she can have them.
knowhere
Still, she's a bit wide-eyed at the incredible size. On the other hand, it's clearly not quite so civilized as any asteroids back home - a place to find mercenaries, for black markets, and other seedy deals.
"I wouldn't imagine that you'd know everyone there." Unless Ravagers ran in reaaaaally tight circles.
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He points at the screen.
"You know, that was actually a part of an actual livin' thing, once. That's the head of a celestial. I knew one who made a little small people-sized version of 'imself an' a planet-sized big version? Fella was a dick."
He sneers. "Makes for a neat lookin' pit stop." The reporter passes by the Collector's collection, but don't go in. There's also a bipedal Duck outside drinking.
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...wait.
"L-living? That enormous?" Ple Two could believe it after everything she'd seen, but how grim. "Ah! Another duck! Like Della!"
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Duck shapes on two planets make about as much sense as Yondu looking as human as he does.
"Yup... Celestials grow that big. More time they got to think about what they wanna be, the more they take in."
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Mentally I jumped to brackets and I don't know why.
Flerkens, of course
"I admit I haven't been off Earth much, if at all, but if I saw that? I'd be running and begging the Queen for whatever lives I had left," she admitted. "No wonder you were so frightened of me! That's terrifying!"
She spends a moment to composure-groom, before turning golden eyes on Yondu. "Are we a little better now?" Flerkens didn't seem to talk, after all.
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"I mean... look at me. I got a Terran sorta shape- a lotta species do I guess. But my blood's got copper an' iron both in it. My vision's more keen. Sense of smell is better. Guts are a little differ'nt 'cause I need more protein. Our women got pouches. But it's still pretty much all the same shape.
"You an' Flerkens are about like that. More extreme, but about like that."
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Just like the Flerkens.
"But I do know what to do if I see a cat that doesn't smell like a cat, now. Run like hell! I just hope one doesn't show up here," the tortoiseshell says, quite fervently.
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He's teasing because he can now. At least it shows he's much more comfortable.
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