060 - Voice Post

[bad_in_thelatin]

[Myriad of shots, blasts, screams and shouts - some static crackle]

The hell are those flyin' things and where'd they come from!? Don't tell me they're back-up...! [A loud shot and a wet sound of impact, followed immediately by Mal's furious yelling:]

OW!! Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou!

[Three consecutive gunshots - a garbled, inhuman noise

Comments

[noruttinidea]

Start aimin' better!

[bad_in_thelatin]

Good idea! How's about I start with your gorram mouth!

[noruttinidea]

How's about you wait 'til the gorram aliens are dead!

[bad_in_thelatin]

...Fine!

[no_whore]

Mal! Are you alright??

[bad_in_thelatin]

[groan] A mite hurting and bleeding but besides that, shiny.

...Aw, and I really liked these pants, too!

[no_whore]

You can get more pants!

Where are you?

[bad_in_thelatin]

[bordering on a whine] Not ones as fine as these!

I'm kissin' dirt, uh... close abouts to the hospital, ironically enough. Not terribly far away from the boat. Say, it looks like the numbers of the aliens are thinnin' out quite a bit.

[truthreader]

You need backup. I'll fight.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Reckon that ain't an entirely mistaken notion, albatross. Just don't go gettin' injured yourself, otherwise I'll get real mad, dong ma?

[truthreader]

Shi de. It won't happen. Keep out of the way.

Do you need Simon?

[bad_in_thelatin]

Good. I got your word, then.

Uh, eventually. Some patchin' up on that hole in my leg might not go amiss. Likely to make a mess everywhere, otherwise. Don't want him in the battlefield until things calm down, though. Looks like those aliens aren't as plentiful anymore, but let's be sure first.