Sending out an SOS

[redjacketthief]

Who: Farmland Defenders and YOU.
What: Tourists are causing problems.
When: August 29, Morning.
Where: The Farm.
Summary: The farm has been raided by the Kin'corians--Aid is needed STAT.
Rating: KC for those troublesome Kin'corians!


[Intentional Audio Message:]

Attention Luceti.

Assistance is needed immediately at the farms to the northwest of the village. We have hostiles and--

[The oddly cool, clipped tone that the message was given suddenly breaks off into a heated bark.] Putain de merde!

[There's a rustle of pages and the sound of bodies colliding, followed more swearing in French.

The feed cuts out.

Hurry, Luceti.]

Comments

[justicereigns]

I know. I briefly helped Grune carry your get-well-present.

Or has yet even more happened? [He's getting a little impatient, but his fighting doesn't get sloppy, the jitte sweeping at knees and hitting tender points.]

[redjacketthief]

Nothing more happened, thank god. It's just been busy and hard to catch a break.

[He took advantage of the reprieve and switched out to his Bryar, carefully making sure that it was set to stun before he fired.]

You helped Grune-chan with that? How'd you like Wilhelmina?

[justicereigns]

Wilhemina, huh? How'd you arrive at that name? She's not a whale.

[Nope, he doesn't even think twice about the fact that the stuffed animal got named, just nitpicks the name itself.]

Oi, no shooting. They're idiots, but I can take care of them before it needs to get that far.

[He says even while smacking them again with his jitte.]

[redjacketthief]

Okay, okay~

[But he laughed as he holstered the Bryar as well, not even bothering to explain that the blaster had a stun setting. It was the wrong time and the wrong place.]

Wilhelmina just fit--it was an impulse. [He stuck close to Smoker all the while for his own safety, but was more confident with the Marine around to throw a few kicks of his own. His balance was still shot, but Smoker was one of the few in the enclosure who knew his limits and didn't push him for anything.]

...I'm gonna need to get out of here, Captain. Seriously. Don't know how long I can last in a fight right now.

[justicereigns]

[Nods seriously.] Got a safe place to put your skill to use?

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin's jaw tensed at the thought.] Can't pickpocket them, and can't control them. I've tried all ready.

[justicereigns]

[Arches an eyebrow and just starts barking orders at that.]

Are you an idiot? Get someplace high and out of the way to send me messages about incoming threats and snipe anyone who seems to be a bigger threat.

Or have you forgotten how to hide even in the middle of a crowd?!

[redjacketthief]

I've got a dislocated shoulder Captain! I just told you that I'm not well!

[He's shouting back--pure proof that he's not meant to be in the military--and whips out his Bryar and shoots at the nearest target without bothering to aim. The bolt hits--even off hand and distracted, his instincts know how to react.]

[justicereigns]

All the more reason for you get someplace smarter.

Not every kind of strength has to be a hand to hand combat, Monkey.

[Just kicks the jaw of another man to send him reeling back.]

[redjacketthief]

Got sucked in and couldn't escape. [Another shot--another one down.] Have you ever dealt with mobs before?!

[justicereigns]

What the hell are you shooting?

[Back to using the jitte again.] Yes, or did you think pirates attack alone?

[redjacketthief]

A stun gun. [Because explaining the mechanics of his Bryar was too complicated for a combat scenario.]

And it was sarcasm, you ass!

[justicereigns]

[That actually makes Smoker laugh, though he quickly tries to cover it up.]

Oi oi, shut it. This is a fight, you know.