(i completely forgot she said that) *rex unfolds his pistol back into a rifle and starts firing very accurate - and deadly - blasts at nearby hur'q* *aboard the lycaon, dozens of strike craft billow out of its hangar bay as the ship itself starts lighting up the chidyat swarmers with bolts from its anti-fighter turrets*…
*weyoun quickly finds himself being painted by a small red dot, as rex is now pointing his weapon directly at him* just try it...i don't know about you, but i'm feeling very lucky today - how about you, punk?
*alex sighs, having just heard rex's voice over the comm channel and knowing he's arrived, so he can stop worrying so much, closing the channel and returning attention to his food* rex: i was ordered to follow your lead, admiral, so whatever you decide to do, i'll follow *he states while folding the muzzle of his rifle…
rex: newblood rex earthfang *he places a closed paw over his heart and lifts his head, baring his throat - this is likely the imperium salute* i was ordered here by imperator greymane - he seemed to think you needed assistance *he then casually points his rifle over his shoulder and blasts the tortured soul trying to…
*the owner of the purple blasts walks into the room, a seemingly canid form wearing a nearly skintight set of armor looking like it's covered with molten silver or mercury and bulky in places where vital organs could be found, the helmet seeming to melt away - though in reality just being rapidly deconstructed by the…
*the ravager finds itself immediately being peppered by much larger dark purple blasts, the flesh starting to slowly disintegrate outward from the points of impact like the killing effect of a varon-t, only more localized*
*rex beams over to the station and starts running for the elevator at top dog speeds, being assisted in this task by his nanosuit augmenting his speed*
*alex is still distracted* what the hell is going on over there?! oh, bugger it, i'm sending reinforcements! *he switches channels to rex's personal commbadge* rex! gear up and transport over to the station, then meet up with the group already there on the second level - it sounds like they ran into hostile fek'ihri, so…
(well, there's also the little snag of i'd have to okay the creation of one like i okayed the creation of onyx, but as for no one else playing a female character...you do realize i am literally the ONLY person here who only has male characters?)
alex: what was that? what was that?! *having heard the screech* (so is this guy a breast kind of guy? like any non-TRIBBLE, non-asexual man isn't...)
(wolves have pointed ears too; he might have better luck with a lunari female - and they have a certain 'feature' he may be interested in) alex: you're lucky i already have a mate, or i would find myself deeply insulted right now
alex: this sucks - i should be over there, but i can't because of you-know-what *he murmurs low enough so no one can clearly hear what he's saying - on either end - before temporarily muting the outgoing portion of the connection and raising his voice at dundee* and just what did you mean by that comment? yeah, don't think…
alex: great, GREAT! as if there wasn't already enough of a reason to want to rip the dominion into its constituent atoms and then rip the atoms all the way down to quarks! (wonder if dundee will comment on that, because i don't think quarks were common knowledge in the 80s...hell, they're barely common knowledge today and…
(you THINK you go into gre'thor - intense heat frequently causes hallucinations, and you end up in the heart of a volcano before your supposed trip to hell)