On being sent somewhere. Canon is Pacific Rim. Potential spoilers in the comment

[oldmanstriker]

Really?

Are you seriously planning on dumping me somewhere with aliens? You've bloody gone 'round the bend, mate.

Still, as long as they don't try to eat me, I suppose we'll get along fine. But, mark my words, the second something goes wrong, they'll regret it. And so will you.

[Arms folded.]

And I told you, stop looking at those damn pictures. It's not helping.

Comments

[atallcost]

You expect them to be friendly?

[oldmanstriker]

I'm expecting them to leave me alone.

[atallcost]

We're taught otherwise: kill or be killed. [ as much as he hates it. ]

[oldmanstriker]

We fought in self-defence. I'd prefer not to fight.

[atallcost]

[ so would he, but-- ] Our preferences don't matter. We are all tools for the survival of our species.

What will you do? Without a war to fight.

[oldmanstriker]

I'll come to that when we get to it.

[He doesn't know.]

[a_fixedpoint]

After all we've seen and done, surely a few extraterrestrials aren't something outside your expertise.

[oldmanstriker]

Sir.

[He perks up straight away. Marshall on deck.]

That's what I was saying. They'll be fine if they leave me well alone.

[a_fixedpoint]

[Marshal on deck or no, he holds out a hand for one of those manly handshakes.]

And I'm certain they will. One does not test the mettle of a man such as yourself lightly.

[You'll kick their asses if they try anything, bro.]

[oldmanstriker]

[Grip, and pull in for a manly hug. Screw the no-touching rule.]

They'd do well not to mess with a Marshall of the PPDC, right?

[Right to the moon, Stacker. Right to the moon.]

[a_fixedpoint]

[Screw the no-touching rule indeed. Friendship before protocol, in this case. Manly hug is go.]

I have difficulty imagining anyone would be foolish enough to do otherwise.

[Damn right, Herc.]

[oldmanstriker]

Some people don't know what we've been through.

[Splitting from the hug and putting his hands on Stacker's upper arms.]

It's good to see you, sir.

[cordelisse]

Well, I don't think you have to worry about the Nysgods trying to EAT you. As far as I know. I could be wrong, of course, but they haven't tried that sort of thing as of yet. But things are definitely going to go wrong. Things are going to go very, VERY wrong.

It's not a place where things are calm for any extended length of time.

[oldmanstriker]

I'm used to tense situations. But if they try to mess with me in any way, they'll regret it.

[freebitchbaby]

[Gaila smiles 'sweetly' at him. It's not so sweet in all honesty. This alien ain't too impressed.]

Nah, I was just plannin' on planting my eggs in your brain and letting them gestate. No eating.

[oldmanstriker]

...

[Eyeing you. Eyeing you.]

I think I'd rather be eaten by a bloody Kaiju.

[freebitchbaby]

[Bitch, she's eyeing you back.]

What can I say. I don't like the taste of xenophobes.

[oldmanstriker]

And coming from a place where giant inter-dimensional aliens have been stomping over everything?

I'd say I'm pretty justified.

Besides, you're not Kaiju, and neither are these Nysgods. Just don't expect me to trust you right away.

[freebitchbaby]

And your first guess is that any alien you meet is out to eat you?

FYI? I photosynthesise for a start. Eating is gross.

How are you for spoilers for PacRim?

[oldmanstriker]

Only type I've come across...

[And he decides to try to mend bridges here... because she wasn't a Kaiju.]

...Ma'am.

[And wait, what]

...You're a plant?

[egotisticaljerk]

Not afraid of a fight are you old man?

[oldmanstriker]

[Cocky little...]

I can take anything he throws at me.

...And stop calling me that.

[egotisticaljerk]

Good. I thought you had lost your edge and was preparing for retirement. [He grins.]

Why? I think the name suits you.

[oldmanstriker]

[Punch you.

Punch you in the face. He wishes he could do that.]

I can still outfight you. [Arms folded.] Remember who taught you how to fight.

And I'm not that old. [44 isn't old.]

[egotisticaljerk]

I do. Mom says you were always too rough, but I guess no of us knew all of this shit would happen. Those fighting skills have kept us alive, yeah?

What would you prefer to be called? Dad? Pops? Daddy? Grandpa?