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voidtreckerexpress2021-05-04 05:47 pm
yondu) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-05-04 05:47 pm
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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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Especially if they ever landed in the wrong hands.
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Just that he took the trouble to trick them and Yondu didn't mind 'cause he didn't wanna deal with that thing bein' on his ship. He'd not even mentioned they'd been ripped off to his crew until they got to the next seller, just to keep 'em from demanding they turn around. He wanted to be quit of the damn thing that bad.
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"But everyone was okay after that?"
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He sounds sort of sadly proud on that note.
"It didn't touch the ground 'cause he caught it. An' because his real father was somethin' pretty strong, like one of these train gods strong... Well, he managed to stop that asshole from usin' that stone for destroyin' a whole world like a petty brat who cain't handle losin'."
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"You must be really proud of him." She knew he was, because she could also hear that, but she hoped talking about him a bit more would help a little.
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"I was but he didn't like me much. I cain't blame him. But I can say he did a good job out there. Took ever'thin' I tought him, even if it weren't conventionally meant for a good kinda life, an' made it into one.
"I think that's the bit to be proudest of. He got raised up in a mess what none of us could much help, an' he did stuff people could pat 'im on the back for."
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Then again, there might have been a reason for that. "Sorry...you don't have to tell me if it's personal."
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But he did love the hell out of that boy. Not in any way he could tell him, though. He's never been great about talking about shit. He gets caught up in his own head and shit-scared of lookin' weak. Less so here, but the fear was deserved back home.
"I was also in a position where I didn't exactly have the best crew. Some of 'em was always lookin' for a chance to lash out."
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Kitty was pretty affectionate by nature, so she couldn't imagine what it was like having to sacrifice showing someone you cared in order to protect them. It couldn't have been an easy choice, though.
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Not that he would have been any good at being properly affectionate anyway. He's barely figured it out here. Mostly from the occasional person coming him to cry on. He had a brief period of time in which he had his team to be affectionate with, nearly a full decade. But aside from that, the train's been the place where people have been the most unrestrained in showing him any.
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Glancing at him, she offered a small smile. "At least he'll be able to take care of himself?"
Good job past me for losing words.
Honestly he doesn't think any of that group could, but that's just Yondu's experience.
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