"So you're an alien like that guy over in Metropolis?" Anna Marie asked, sarcastically. "Let me guess, ya have powers beyond those of a normal raccoon?"
Anna Marie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, thinking this was a waste of her time. After all, this raccoon did invade her personal space. She was just lucky that she couldn't steal the powers off of a raccoon, even if it was a space raccoon.
edited 19th Jul '12 3:53:43 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyBlue Beetle nodded in agreement and began to speak in a dramatic tone.
"Faster than a speeding cheetah, more powerful than an angry bear, able to leap tall tree's in a single bound. It's the raccoon of stone himself, Mega Raccoon."
That is exactly what he is.
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Oh yeah, the Kree, I've heard of him," Rocket said to Rogue. "No idea how a bruiser like him managed to get all the way over on this ball of dirt, let alone one that's filled with a race that looks just like them."
Then to Jaime: "Oh hardy har har," the raccoon responded sarcastically. "If you weren't a one man weapon of mass destruction, I'd pistol whip ya fer that." The bounty hunter then pulled out a small device, pointed it at the ship, and pressed a button: *bwip bwip*, sounding like an actual car.
The space ship then opened vertically like a pair of double doors, with two walls forming on either side of the group. The upper half of the walls with covered in various memoriabillia while the lower halves were countertops having various emanities. The left wall was covered in various tokens and trophies, including the mounted heads of ferocious aliens creatures; wanted posters; weapons from fallen opponents; and various pieces of alien knick knacks. Below the display was presumably a kitchen area, with a sink, mini-fridge, and compartments and shelves for various cooking and eating utensils. The right wall was the main weapons rack, mostly consisting various guns and firearms, including a few very large guns that were much bigger than Rocket himself. There also a few melee weapons, like swords, maces, and clubs, but those seemed to be very rarely used compared to the guns. There also some various awards and personal photos on the wall as well, mostly pictures of what presumably was Rocket as a young kit and growing up with friends and family, a few photos having him with some kind of pinkish skinned humanoids with oval shaped heads, large eyes, slits of nostrils and large three fingered hands. Underneath the weapons and the personal stuff was presumably the bathroom area, with its own sink, a toilet, what looked like a shower stall big enough for the raccoon, and clothes shelves, as well as a workbench for his weapons.
"Spacial compression tech," Rocket preemptively explained. "Pretty old hat back on my planet, but I doubt you humans would be able to come up with something similar without needing magic until a few more centuries," he added, walking over to the computer terminal at the very center. As he typed, Jaime would notice on the trophy rack a beetle shaped object, broken and scarred as if it went through Hell and back several times......
Soon, a large screen came up, and on it was a bright green tortoise wearing glasses. "Hey Rocket, how's it going?" A ttortoise that talked as well and knew Rocket.
"Nothin' much 'ere, Pyko," Rocket responded to the turtle. "Just managed to stop a bank robbery with some other blokes."
"Oh, I know!" Pyko, the tortoise, said. "I've been picking up the television signals from here on Earth's moon, and already its all the local news re - " Pyko paused, noticing something behind Rocket. "Re.....Re.....RE......" The tortoise pointed to Jaime. "RE-RE-RE-RE-REEEEACH REEEEACH!! REEEEEEACH!!!" Pyko's head then sunk right into his shell.
"Pyko, calm down, the kid hasn't turned yet!" Rocket explained.
The tortoise cautiously peeked out of his shell. "You sure?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled.
"Look, don't worry 'bout the kid, I bet he's a pretty nice guy." Rocket assured. But then he put his hand around his muzzle like talking aside. "Though I only trust the giant tick on his back 'bout as well as I can crack it upon with an iron sledgehammer" he added quietly.
"If you say so Rocket....." Pyko brought his head out again, but making sure to hide his neck inside his shell.
Rocket turned around. "Ladies and gents, this here is my spotter and one of my best friends, Pyko Tortoise."
"Hello everyone!" Pyko greeted, waving.
edited 19th Jul '12 2:30:31 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Upon seeing the incredibly damaged scarab the Blue Beetle's froze in place.
Activating Galactic Lightning.
Between the two antenna of the young hero a small spark of electricity appeared.
"No. We are not fighting." The Blue Beetle growled out as he forced the the process to stop.
As the electricity dispersed, the teen reached over to grab the broken scarab.
"I am taking this with me. Oh, and just so you know, I heard what you said. Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
edited 19th Jul '12 1:07:39 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"What's up with that Beetley.... thing..." Rogue looked at the Blue Beetle and frowned at the realization of the possible connection.
"Blue Beetle... are ya an alien, too?" Rogue had to admit that if he was an alien, Blue Beetle was at least humanoid and not an anthropomorphic dung beetle.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyThe Blue Beetle turned his head from left to right before responding.
"No, I am a human. I just have an alien fused to my spine. It gives me this fancy outfit that I'm wearing."
edited 19th Jul '12 1:39:43 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Go ahead Jack," Rocket said to the reporter. "Just as long as you don't touch anything."
Then to Jaime: "Not like I actually can do that," he said. "The punishment them scarabs take is biblical. If I actually did took an iron sledgehammer to yer scarab right now, I'd wind with a wooden stick and a pile of cracked metal. Hell, the scarab you're holding right now is the only one of those buggers I managed to take down. Resulted in five large cities, one of them three times the size of New York here, being completely demolished; trillions more in property damage in most currencies; a death count nearing the billions; most of my entire arsenal wrecked; my ship here being nearly destroyed; forced to use experimental weaponized wormhole tech that had a 85% percent chance of sucking the planet I was into oblivion; and me being forced into a bloody body cast for five months with a hospital bill that I'm still trying to pay off!
"So, yeah, that scarab has a bit more sentimental value to me," Rocket continued. "You can borrow it if ya want, but make sure ya give it back to me!"
edited 19th Jul '12 2:36:37 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!When Jaime hasd grabbed the damaged scarab Jack had been afraid of a confrontation between him and the racoon. But the furry alien seemed willing to be reasonable so he relaxed and took some pictures, of Rocket, ofthe Blue Beetle and of the scarb of contention, then of the ship in general.
Trump delenda estThe Blue Beetle glared at the raccoon as he took the scarab. Khaji Da buzzed in his head angrily.
"He deserves a funeral, not to be someone's trophy. I am taking him with me and he is getting one."
edited 19th Jul '12 2:46:39 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!Rocket narrowed his eyes at Jaime........
A beat.
"The girl that thing attached itself to deserved one far more, especially after what it made her do......" Rocket said, his voice a mixture of solemness and anger. "But whatever floats your boat kid. I suggest just burying it, cuz I think trying to cremate something that could come out of being sucked into a black hole in one piece would be a waste of time."
Rocket looked over to see Jack attempting to leave. "Hey Ryder! I'm ready for that interview now!" the raccoon called out.
Pyko, meanwhile, managed to snap out of whatever nervousness he had when he thought some kinda conflict would break out between Rocket and Jaime. "Um, I can provide some information as well if you need it!" the tortoise offered.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Blue beetle gave the raccoon a sad and solemn smile.
"Thank you."
edited 19th Jul '12 4:01:12 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Ew," Anna Marie said in response, crossing her arms. "Well, are we done here?"
She really wanted to leave at this point. There was however that business card she had been given to possibly check out. Storm had been rather quiet so far though.
Wizard Needs Food Badly"Actually its more of the Bold Hero and his Tech Guy," Pyko corrected.
"Yeah, sure, you lasses can go," Rocket said to Rogue and Storm. "Just move that wooden board back to where it was before leaving. You can always come on back if you ever need a bounty hunter on your side." Then he looked hard at Jaime. "You can go as well. No idea how much about the Reach you know from that metal tumor of yours told you, but I'll be more than willing to fill in the blanks about the buggers." If you ain't a meat puppet by then, that is, Rocket mentally added.
Finally, the mammal turned to Ryder to start the interview. "Alright then Mr. Ryder, ask away....."
For the next couple of hours, Rocket spoke to Ryder much about himself and from where he was from with Pyko filling in the lore of their world, Halfworld. Rocket and Pyko spoke about their lives and growing up, Rocket's old job was the planet's Head of security, the massive Civil War known as the Toy Wars, and Rocket's career as a bounty hunter. It was here Rocket started talking more about the state of the universe, including various important races, such as the Thanagarians, the Gordanians, the Kree, and the Skrull, and various important organizations, including the Shi'ar Empire and the Green Lantern Corp., whom another friend of Rocket was a member of. Rocket also spoke about his heated rivalry with another bounty hunter named Lobo and some of his most exciting bounties.
Ryder would notice though that Rocket refused to go into further depth about when he battled the Reach host mentioned earlier. The reporter would also find the raccoon refusing to further talk about the Reach in general as well. And on the question of why Rocket came to Earth, the raccoon would merely say it was classified, with repeated questioning leading to threats of violence.
By the time the interview was over, it would already be late afternoon......
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Storm listened to the whole conversation without comment. Especially once it got heated, she didn't have much to.say. Her policy was to.keep quiet when she had no ire what was going on.
She nodded to the Beetle and Rocket as she turned to leave, calling over her shoulder.
"I left a piece of paper with some information on the table. It has the contact information of my...place of employment, which is much more sympathetic to mutants than most. It has resources you all may find useful. It also has my cell phone number should you need me personally."
She thought it better to not admit she was basically a highschooler.
Once she was outside with Rogue, she handed a piece of paper to her as well.
"You might find the information useful, too," she added with a smile. "It's where I learned to control my powers properly, and it has all sorts of resources. Want a ride back to anywhere? I need to get back."
edited 19th Jul '12 7:46:10 PM by IchigoNeko
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.html"Hmm?" Anna Marie looked at Storm, as if she wanted to clarify. "Controllin' powers?"
"I ought to check it out," Anna Marie replied to Storm, as she folded up the paper Storm gave her and pocketed it as well. "I have... some trouble with controllin' mine."
Anna Marie looked over to the side, crossing her arms and looking nervous.
"My apartment is close by, though," Anna Marie said to Storm. "I can probably walk there."
edited 19th Jul '12 8:09:53 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyStorm nodded in understanding.
"It took me a while, too. First time I tried flying I got an inch off the ground then slammed back into it." She winced slightly at the memory.
"As you could probably tell, it helped me quite a bit. Anyway, would you like company on your way home?" she offered. "No need to accept if you don't want to," she added quickly.
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.html"...Alright," Anna Marie nodded as she led Storm to her apartment... Whether Blue Beetle would follow them or not was up to him. While it was a better building than what the raccoon was using to hide his ship., it was obviously a low-rent shabby place.
"Thank you for the flyer," Anna Marie said to Storm, smiling herself. "I'll see about makin' time to visit your academy."
Wizard Needs Food BadlyRocket merely nodded to Storm in appreciation as she left before his interview.
After the interview, he said to Ryder: "That's great to hear," the raccoon said. "But like I said before, I don't want the limelight on my until I'm good 'n' ready. I want people to take me seriously when I make myself public. Don't want the masses to see me as some sorta publicity stunt by some up and coming toy line, or as a midget human in a costume, or something just as equally daft."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Storm nodded, giving the girl one last smile before flying off. Landing a few streets away behind a few trees, she pulled out her cell phone and with a few presses called the Academy, launching into an explanation of what exactly had happened that day, from the bank robbery that she failed to help at to meeting Rogue, Rocket, and the Beetle. She neglected to mention Rocket was a raccoon, though, remembering how he had tried to conceal his identity.
"...anyway, I don't think the police saw me, although I'm not sure. It's not like I actually did much, though—the Blue Beetle, as he called himself, knocked them out and disabled the helicopter before I did anything. I gave both him and Rogue information about the Academy, as well—Rogue seemed interested."
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"You better," Rocket said to Ryder. Soon enough, the group reached a seemingly abandoned building that was in a serious state of disrepair, with part of the building completely exposed from the second floor up, as if a bomb hit it. "Nice piece of real estate, ain't it?" Rocket said as he pushed away some wooden boards from a large hole. "This building was trashed by one o' them mutant humans a coupla years back," he explained. "A friend of mine did some digging on it when trying a good place to crash, and figured it was a nice place to hang my holsters in, since loan sharks tend to get wary over mutant made destruction."
Rocket then closed up the hole after everyone was inside.
Raccoon ran deeper into the first floor until he came upon a seemingly empty corner.....
"Decloak procedure, password: Scaly Claw," Rocket said.
The corner suddenly shimmered like air through intense heat.....and then revealed a large space ship, the size of freight rig truck, white in color, and looking vaguely like an egg timer without the dial. The only piece of design on it was a picture of a female otter wearing sultry clothing riding on a yellow star, similar to something one would see on a World War II fighter plane.
"This here is my chariot, ladies and gents!" Rocket presented. "I call her the Naughty Otter! Named after a close friend of mine!"
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!