Thus ran Q's commentary upon Kaylee's radio announcement of the incompatibility between firepower and fusion reactors. Not that small projectiles, by themselves, were necessarily bad, but ones designed to go through light armour and explode... Well, that was just careless.
Even so, the fact that the colonists were by such an area, did not sit well with him. Hovering by the electronic map and video feeds from the assorted combatants, Q decided it best to voice his more troubling thoughts.
"Considering the rather destructive state of our surroundings and assuming they were abducted, either our foes seem to prefer heat or... Were intelligent enough to deliberately prevent our colleagues from unleashing their full arsenal. Neither of which particularly fills me with hope."
Tobias was still hiding beneath his hoodie, though what good that did was debatable. Q's words didn't immediately make sense to him, but he didn't want to seem less intelligent than his peers (though the perplexed look on his face would have been indication enough to anyone).
"You think whoever did this is still here?" He asked suddenly as the depths of Q's words dawned on him. "Is that what you mean?" He looked to Kaylee, then to the other techie-volunteers. That wasn't a good thing, right? They didn't want to run into whatever did this.
Spike wandered over to the group Quietly, wondering why I was taking orders from Jane Sparrow now, but noticed Kaylee, and didnt mind so much, she was one of the few on the barge he felt like he had to look out for, she reminded him alot of Winnifred. "Hello Love, looks like Im suppose to be in this little group here." Spike said, letting Kaylee know of his arrival.
"Oh, I hope it's the latter," the Master mused in response to Q. This would be dreadfully boring if their opponents weren't even a little bit clever. Then, he turned to Tobias with an almost disdainful look.
"Obviously. And the Admiral knew that when he sent us in." He smiled, then, nastily. "Think of it as bloodsports."
The Master leaned forward, observing the monitors with genuine interest. The bobbing of the helmet-cams yielded nothing promising yet, but he was hoping he could detect some movement where they couldn't (and, if he were feeling generous, warn them). His gaze flicked over to Spike for a moment, and he rolled his eyes. "Goodie. The day is saved," he remarked, before turning his attention back to the monitors.
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Thus ran Q's commentary upon Kaylee's radio announcement of the incompatibility between firepower and fusion reactors. Not that small projectiles, by themselves, were necessarily bad, but ones designed to go through light armour and explode... Well, that was just careless.
Even so, the fact that the colonists were by such an area, did not sit well with him. Hovering by the electronic map and video feeds from the assorted combatants, Q decided it best to voice his more troubling thoughts.
"Considering the rather destructive state of our surroundings and assuming they were abducted, either our foes seem to prefer heat or... Were intelligent enough to deliberately prevent our colleagues from unleashing their full arsenal. Neither of which particularly fills me with hope."
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"You think whoever did this is still here?" He asked suddenly as the depths of Q's words dawned on him. "Is that what you mean?" He looked to Kaylee, then to the other techie-volunteers. That wasn't a good thing, right? They didn't want to run into whatever did this.
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"Obviously. And the Admiral knew that when he sent us in." He smiled, then, nastily. "Think of it as bloodsports."
The Master leaned forward, observing the monitors with genuine interest. The bobbing of the helmet-cams yielded nothing promising yet, but he was hoping he could detect some movement where they couldn't (and, if he were feeling generous, warn them). His gaze flicked over to Spike for a moment, and he rolled his eyes. "Goodie. The day is saved," he remarked, before turning his attention back to the monitors.
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