Alex Quill (spacepalm) wrote,
@ 2011-03-19 20:44:00

Interdepartmental Cooperation
"But da-- sir, I really don't feel that it's--"

"No arguments on this, Lieutenant. You're going to be the escort for Nova Prime's son while he's here and he and I go over new interdepartmental guidelines. I'm sure you and your pet can keep him occupied." Peter Quill smiles at his son.

"You know Rocket hates being called that... sir." Alex responds, not at all thrilled with the notion of baby-sitting.

"He'll deal with it. Just like you'll deal with this assignment. Now come on, we need to go meet up with them." Peter picks up his helmet and pats his son on the back as they leave his office, headed for the main hangar.

~~

After the adults have wandered off to drink, under the pretense of official business, Alex greets the other young man. "Alex Quill, junior security administrator for Knowhere Station. Pleased to meet you, Corpsman."

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	fleetfootmac 2011-03-19 10:33 pm UTC (link)
	This place was So Weird. Mac extends a hand. "Mac Rider. Auxillary Corpsman. Nice to meet you." (Reply to this)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-19 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	Red held up a paw. "Am being Rocket Red Panda, security officer for Knowhere. Is being pleasure to meet." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-19 11:02 pm UTC (link)
	Mac manages to keep it to a single blink. "Is being pleasure here, too, dude." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-03-19 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	Alex smirks, shrugging as he catches the single blink. It's a very distinctive blink. "So, I've been ordered by Commander Quill to give you the VIP tour of the place while 'official interdepartmental protocols' are revised. Anywhere you care to start?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-19 11:11 pm UTC (link)
	"You got an exercise facility?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-03-19 11:18 pm UTC (link)
	There's a pause, before a grin tugs at one corner of Alex's mouth, and he takes his helmet off. "Nova Prime's from Earth, right? He ever teach you anything about a sport called basketball?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-19 11:21 pm UTC (link)
	And there is greed in the sixteen-year-old eyes. "Center for the Knicks was one of my three life-goals when I was 6." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-19 11:32 pm UTC (link)
	Red made a face. "Basketball. Basketball. Am being all Alex talks about. Am not seeing the point." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 12:21 am UTC (link)
	"Well, once upon a time, Red, there was a great teacher on the continent of North America. This teacher was given a task: give his students something active to do in a small confined space other than beat the living daylights out of each other. So he got out a soccer ball, nailed some peach baskets to the walls, and invented basketball." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-03-20 12:57 am UTC (link)
	"It is a game... of men." Alex states, with appropriate emphasis. "Exercise center isn't set up for it, but I've chalked out a half-court and set up a hoop in one of the cargo bays. I'll show you." He grins at Mac, leading the way. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-20 01:02 am UTC (link)
	Red looked between the two. "This I have got to be seeing." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 01:08 am UTC (link)
	"Awesome!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-03-20 01:15 am UTC (link)
	They arrive a few minutes later at said cargo bay, and Alex pokes around behind a steel box in search of his ball. "Oh... oh we've got a problem..." Not only is the ball not there, but there's a hole ripped, not sliced or melted, but ripped, open in the steel box. From the inside. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-20 01:20 am UTC (link)
	"Am thinking basketball hatched, yes?" Red asked, even as some animal instinct told him now would be a very good time to get a gun out. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 01:20 am UTC (link)
	"...Gods damn it, can't a guy ever get a decent game in?" Mac looks at it for a moment. "Claws, you think? What would fit in something this size?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-03-20 02:05 am UTC (link)

Alex examines the breach. "No... it's ragged enough, but that's just the tensile strength of the metal finally giving way. Whatever this was pushed its way out, for the most part. Very, very strong."

He gets out his communicator. "Commander Quill, do you copy?"

No response.

"Oh for the love of..." He looks at Mac. "Nova Prime didn't happen to bring any Xandarian whiskey with him, did he?"

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	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 02:07 am UTC (link)
	Mac sighed. "Yeah. The good stuff. Whom's this package registered to?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-20 02:08 am UTC (link)
	"What?" Red asked. "Am wanting to know what you are thinking, Alex!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-03-20 02:14 am UTC (link)

"D'ast... the old man turns off his comms for good whiskey." Alex explains, slipping his helmet back on and undoing the safety from his sidearm. He then keys in a text message to the central security system.

"I'm putting in a general alert for now. Too many diplomatic envoys here to risk driving into a panic until we have a better idea of what we're dealing with." He checks the shipping label, then shakes his head. "Sealed records. Contents are part of a Kree ambassador's private collection, on their way back to Kree-Lar with him."

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	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 02:34 am UTC (link)
	Mac looks around. "What's the vent system like in here?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-20 02:45 am UTC (link)
	Red frowns. "...If you are being expecting of me to volunteer to go in, you are going to be needing to be providing answers." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	spacepalm 2011-03-20 12:32 pm UTC (link)
	"Pretty extensive. No 'exotics' on station this cycle, so it shouldn't have any of the barriers in place either. Give me a few minutes and I can requisition a spectral analyzer to try to pick up a trai--" There's a shriek from down the hallway. "...or, y'know, there's that." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fleetfootmac 2011-03-20 03:43 pm UTC (link)
	Mac nods and takes off at top speed towards the sound. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	needsmoredakka 2011-03-20 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	Red pulled out a heavy rifle. "Is being time for serious prodding of buttocks and much using of firepower, yes?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

spacepalm
2011-03-20 08:44 pm UTC (link)

"Hold off on any firing until we're sure nobody's in the way." Alex slips his helmet back on as they run in the direction of the screaming.

Which really is the one thing he wishes he could change about his life. That he's always running towards screaming.

A badge-swipe later, and they enter a room, where a number of scientists are up on tables, hurling whatever spare equipment isn't bolted down at a collie-sized creature with a greyish carapace as it skitters about the lab.