4255/Mars' Roamers

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Mars' Roamers
Date of Scene: 11 April 2018
Location: Mars - Sol System
Synopsis: Lar and Bjorn help deal with each other's problems.
Cast of Characters: Crusader, Mon-El




Crusader has posed:
While yes, space is really REALLY big. And planets let alone star systems are LIGHTYEARS apart. Some people and species do have the capabilities for FTL travel in a fairly reasonble amount of time. Thing is....even with those speeds. Alot of things can go wrong. Meteor showers, Were-Fish attacks, Pirates, etc. And sometimes...folks might just experince a glitch in the system so to speak. Which can lead to unsual cases.

For instance, Mar to most aliens, is known to be more or less a dead planet. You may get a few scavengers here and there, but even that was a rarity. And so comes the crux of the problem. As of right now, there appears to be not one, but 3 unique spaceship signatures comming from Mars. This unsual cluster, despite being so small might be enough to draw in the curiouse..

But there was one other curisioty on the planet.

Bjorn.

Bjorn looks like a hulking human, with silvery white hair and large beard. He wore a pair of overalls that have been dirties red by Mars, bracers with tribal sun symbols. A leather harness kept an unsual spear strapped to his back, and he had no shirt or even shoes for that matter as he seemed to wander almost...aimlessly on the surface of mars. A place no human should be able to survive.

Mon-El has posed:
    Three ships just hanging out around a mostly isolated planet near Earth? Well, there's an opportunity for some easy loot. Because while most people need these vessels to travel in space, some don't. Some just need other tools the ships possess, like subspace comms. And if one needed subspace comms, then might as well hijack the entire craft because you have to have -something- to protect the delicate equipment from getting destroyed by radiation, or cold, or any number of the other dangers that characterized the vast void of outer space.

    As Bjorn is going about...whatever it is he's doing here, something in the sky might just attract his attention. Mars may not have much of an atmosphere, but whatever just appeared up there is falling toward the surface at such a tremendous pace that he can see some of the gases burning up from the friction as they do on Earth. And then it lands not too far away, smashing into a steep glacier-ridden cliff face and pretty much knocking it over. Rocks and ice crack and tumble from the impact, falling down toward the man.

    Finally, the dust settles, with that particular canyon formation now nothing more than a massive pile of broken pieces. But through all that debris, it is not quite clear -what- fell from the sky. It doesn't seem to be large enough to be a ship or anything.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn looks up squinting as he sees the space craft enter the atmosphere "....oh. Purdy purdy" he muses with a more or less drunken chuckle. The man was particualr relaxed as he watched it trajectory....hit a cliff. The shockave sending dust blasting everywhere as Bjorn holds up a hand to shield his eyes

But of course, there was all the rocks and ice comming down. And the man, simply sways side to side still chuckling at it all. As they decende further bjorn LEAPS up onto one of the falling rocks and acendes it jumping to the next and next. Even crawling over one that is flipping just to reach the next target. Ability or not, the way the man moves is uncoordinated, making one wonder if this was sheer luck, skill or something else.

But soon enough he makes it through all the falling rocks, unscathed, saved for now being painted red with dust. He crawls over the rocks and towards what in this instance would be a crator to see what exactly fell.

Mon-El has posed:
    Well for one it probably has something to do with the fact that gravity on his planet is much less than that of Earth. Makes it easier to jump, and all. At any rate, when Bjorn does reach the large crater that was formed when the object hit, he will find that there is no spacecraft. In fact, it appears to be...a man? He appears to be either in his late teens or early twenties, dark-haired and wearing a red and black uniform, lying in the center of the impact zone.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn eyes widen as he sees a man. In a uniform. He gives pause rubbing his beard, trying to thick of what this reminds him of. With a shrug, he hops down into the crator, looking over the fello. The man seemed in good condition so there was only one logical thing to do....

Bjorn uses double slap! SLAP!!! SLAP!! once across each cheek. "HEY! Wake up!"

This was to wake up the man. And while people who can fall from space and hit pillars of rock are naturally more or less invulnerable. Bjorn slaps should at the very least be hard enough to perhaps tickle, mabey sting? Who knows with people who fall out of the sky "

Mon-El has posed:
    It's certainly a natural assumption, that someone who can fall from space and hit a canyon wall at terminal velocity but still look relatively unscathed, can also take a double slap to the face. And this time, it's correct. And he's successful in waking the Daxamite up.

    Gasping, Lar bolts straight up off of the ground, and impulsively a fist flies out at Bjorn's face in self-defense, with a punch behind it strong enough to send a normal human flying back out of that giant crater. Honestly, he had obviously just -been- in a fight, and now someone else was slapping him. So self-defense was also a natural assumption.

Crusader has posed:
    Instincts kick in almost immedaitly. Bjorn had jumped back a bit when Mon-El bolts off the ground. And with a skiled hand, Bjorn /doesn't/ stop the punch, but rather -attempts- to redirect it, by first sliding to down and to the side while turning slightly before quickly grabbing the arm and useing the already presented momentum to flip Mon-El from his upright position to back on his back. And well if his attempt fails...well Bjorn going to be the first flying bear on mars!

Mon-El has posed:
    Bjorn's attempt to suplex a Daxamite doesn't really fully fail or succeed. While he manages to dodge the reflexive punch and grab Lar by the arm, the alien wrests himself out of the man's grasp before he can flip him off of his feet. He then darts into the air, putting some distance between himself and the larger humanoid before letting loose with his thermal vision at the bearded man.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn eyes widen significantly as the man leaves his grasp. He turns following the man wondering what was comming next. Still seeming to be in a drunken state, he, actually smiles seeing Lar eyes light up! And he even claps with glee as they shoot beams of heat out at him!

The beams strike Bjorn head on! At first the beams seem to have zero effect on him - except for perhaps setting his overalls on fire. But the man himself was standing their unpertubred....for a for moments.
    After all, heat can be gathered and amplified when pinpointed. WHie the beams had no effect at first, they soon begin to sting...and then get hot...and than burn! Bjorn procedes to run around like a chicken with no head shouting "Hot hot hot hot!!!!!" now actively trying to avoid the beams. He seemed practicaly crazy!

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar frowns when Bjorn doesn't even try to avoid the beams. And in fact, he seems...happy about them? Even though they are aimed straight at him. Huh? What is with this guy? Then he starts running around as his clothes catch on fire, and the beams stop abruptly, and instead become a stream of freezing air that quickly put out the fire.

    The Daxamite just hovers there a moment, staring at the strange man. Not just staring though, because he's also scanning him with his X-ray vision to see if he could figure out why this guy was acting so weird.

    Once that's finished, he descends until he's in front of Bjorn, floating a few inches above the ground with his arms folded. "So, are you going to tell me who you are and what you want?" he demands.

Crusader has posed:
Well Lar X-ray would reveal some....interesting things! The man had no organs, muscles, skeleton or even a brain! He was some sort of solid matter through out. Well mostly, there seems to be a few things inside him. A wallet, some keys (normal keys) a picture of a corgi, a bag of MnM's, some blasters, and a few other gadgets. All spread throughout.

jorn shakes himself off as if cold "Ohhhh! Warning warning, case of the frozen weather. COmming to you live on the Mars NEWs. Todays forcast is a shower of heat with a blast cold. Careful not ta get brrrrrrrrain freeze" he muses with a laugh. A dieing chuckle really, again seeming almost....drunk

Bjorn eyes cross togeather "Well, considering you almost crashed into...into" he pauses "...huh. Not much be remember name" he forwards his brow and begins actively pacing "...WOlf? Eagle? Bear....bear sounds right. Go with bear" he turns back to Mon-El "You one that almost crashed into Bear! Was jist tryin ta wake you up!" he places his hand on his hips, one of the straps of his overalls hanging down, broken and burnt. Holes all over, having been burnt through. His spear and bracers were oddly unscathed.

Mon-El has posed:
    "..... " Lar just stares at the strange, strange man, still scanning because how in the world does he not have any organs?? It doesn't make any sense, so he just goes with assuming that this guy is some sort of magical creature. Then it seeems the man also has amnesia of some kind. Well at least he can identify with -that- part. Not the referring to himself as an animal or in third person part, though.

    "What the hell are you?" he says incredulously, his eyes widened. "And don't tell me you are a bear, because you are definitely not a bear." Then he frowns, as something has occurred to him. "Listen, are those ships yours? The ones currently docked on this planet?" This is followed by a string of coordinates identifying the location of each vessel.

Crusader has posed:
"....well what are you?" Bjorn asks "....guess Bear is what ever you are? We look same eh?" he wraps an arm around Lar "Got the finger, got the skin, we both talk! We could be brothers! Brother Bears!" he exclaims before dancing away singing "bear, bear, ba ba ba bear bear ba ba ba bear. Bear bear, ba ba ba bear!"

And than a pause "Ship shiP? Bear captain ship" he strikes a captainic pose. But than his face forward "....ships...." it slowly developes into a frown "...ship..." he sounded pissed now, and...he seemed to grow. "SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP!!!!" oh now he was angry. He grabs his head and his form seems to suddenly distort and return to normal, almost like a glitch. He blinks "....Oh! Hello" he holds out a hand "How you!?" Whatever is going on here...it definintly must have to do with those ships to some degree.

The coordinates of the ships showed that all three were in the same area. One ship would even appear to be inside another, while the third ship is several miles away.

Mon-El has posed:
    "No, you're not a bear, and I am not a bear! I'm Daxamite, but I still don't know what you are." Lar shoves Bjorn off of him when he starts trying to put an arm around him. "Ugh, will you just stop? Get a hold of yourself! This is -serious-. If those are your ships, you had better get them out of here quickly, unless you want one or more of them to get stolen. If you don't, I'm going to get them out of here for you, and then you might be stranded."

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn raises his hand "Well, well. What is with yer youngster und nit living life?" he asks. He laughs "Alrioght, alrioght. SInce yer so desperateabut these ships" he finger qoutes "Lets just go check them out!" he exclaims. Another pause ".....where is here anyways?" he says not seeming to even know that. "Well, lead the way big guy! Und do nit worry, Bear keep up...und if nit, guess yer carry Bear!" it seems nothing rbought him down...save for the one outburst abou the ships. He frowns "...but ship give Bear bad juju." he shivers and seems to 'glitche' again, except instead of anger, it was fear.

Mon-El has posed:
    "You mean to tell me, that you don't even know where your own ships are? And you don't have any remote monitoring systems? Can't even contact your AI?" Lar stares at Bjorn again. "Grife," he mutters. "Fine, guess we will have to do this the old-fashioned way." Then he grabs Bjorn by the arm and zooms off into the sky, flying past the speed of sound toward the location of the 2 vessels that appear to be in the same location. Might as well knock out two birds with one stone if possible. At the incredible speed he's traveling, they arrive at the destination within minutes.

Crusader has posed:
"....What the abyss is an AI or....monitoring system?" he asks "Sounds useless for a sea vessel" he says looking at Mon-El like he was the crazy one. And while in the grand scheme it pretty of things, if he was a particular observant he would quickly find that this person weighs easily as much as a car!

"WHoa! Look them funny lookin structure thingamwhachet!" he exclaims as he points at the ship "Oh und angels...battleing" he peers "...demons? Huh would explain all the red" he was kicking his feet in lala land.

But his statements were not too far off. There was a group of Thargoanias (winged humans in essence) fighting agaist a rag-tag group o various aliens who looked likely to be space pirates. The two sides were small unsurprisngly - but none the less blasters were going off through the air. Shooting down the occasional Thargarian, while some Thargarians pick up some of these pirates before dropping them from high heights. Both side were utlized equipment to help breath the martion atomsphere.

Mon-El has posed:
    A car? It may as well have been feathers. But, Lar does notice that this is pretty heavy for something the size of a human on the larger side. He doesn't dignify Bjorn with a response to his inane and nonsensical rambling, instead just dropping him off on the ground as soon as they arrive. "I'm going to guess the -other- ship is yours?" he asks. "If that's the case, you'd better get yourself and it out of here..before -he- gets here. I'll take care of these guys."

    He then flies forward to get between the two battling groups even as he gets hit multiple times by the incoming fire. It doesn't seem to affect him at all. "Hey! Stop fighting and get -out- of here, -now-! You're all in danger."

Crusader has posed:
"Whit ship!" Bjorn exclaims "There no ship here" he gestues around. "And he...." and Mon-El takes off. He gets a dead pan expression. "....kids" he grumbles like a cranky old man.

He takes off after Mon-El, leaping a great distance to land why next to him, leaving a small crater in his wake. "Lad, you have ta start making sense! Telling me about some ship when there no ship. Und than somethin about -he-! He Who?"

One of the pirates shouts out "There it is! Get it!!!" and....the pirates surge towards Mon-El and Bjorn...more specificly Bjorn. Several take out some odd looking device...and when turn on, Bjorn begins to really glitch, growing extra limbs, changing species...hair color, sometimes not even looking humanoid at all. And he let out some ghastly sound of great pain as one can only guess that whatever they were doing was keeping him from trying to get away

The Thargarians however seem much more apt to listen. As several fly down, to disarm the pirates and scope up while two help Bjorn up who now seemed in an even worse state. One of the Thargarians looks to Mon-El and speaks clearly "Explain yourself about this danger" he clearly wanted the facts, a Thargarian not going to run, just because someone says run. Mean while the other Thargarians continue to fight agaist the pirates.

Mon-El has posed:
    Ugh, Lar wonders how it is this guy is so out of it. But right now, there is simply no time to explain. Grife, why aren't they running? Then the pirates start attacking Bjorn, who appears to be some kind of android after all, perhaps made out of some kind of extremely versatile material. "Damn it dude, I told you to take your ship and get off this planet!" he exclaims. Pirates aren't the most savory characters, but Lar didn't want to hurt them if he didn't have to. But it seems, now he will have to. He grabs one and throws him at the others, aiming to send them toppling backward, whilst turning his head to send the eye lasers toward another group coming from their left flank.

    Then the Thargarians show to help subdue the rest of the pirates, and then ask him for more information about the impending danger. Lar turns to the one who asked. "Look, all you need to know, is that you need to get back on your ship, -now-, and get the hell off of this p--"

    But he is interrupted as something suddenly flies into their midst, divebombing from above and slamming Lar into the ground so hard that it craters--again. When the dust settles, it would appear to be another man, perhaps slightly older than Mon-El. The attacker grins wickedly as he takes to the air once again, scoffing down at the prone Lar. "Ha! Not so high and mighty now, Your Highness!" he laughs. "I think it's about time you went home to your -mother-. And as for -that-," he motions toward the ship. "It's -mine-." Then he zooms off toward the vessel and punches through the airlock in an attempt to get inside.

Crusader has posed:
The thargarian eyes Mon-El before the man is plummeted into the ground. Several of them scatter, but are already in fighting condition. With a simple signal the Thargarians procede to engage the rest of the pirates.

The Thargain speaks up "His ship is IN that ship" the one this other person was attacking. "And by the looks of it you -need- our help.... and the help of The Collective." he speaks into a comm, able to recognize a bigger danger and more important matter. "Deploy the solar net, we have bigger problems."

The ship that was a few miles away activates and quite suddenly large beams of light come forth from the ship and almost seem to cast themselves over the Pirate ship. The net will be able to keep that ship down...at least for a little while

Meanwhile, the attacker, whoever he was, was able to easily breaks into the hull of the vessel and get inside. The Thargarian looks to Mon-El "help us restore this...Bear" he gestures to Bjorn "And we can all work togeather to stop this new threat" many Thargarians were hauling off the pirates they have been previously captured.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar groans and peels himself off of the new crater. "No...you can't let him access the comms array--he'll bring the entire elite guard here..." he glances down at Bjorn. "What do I need to do?" he asks, in reference to restoring "the bear".

    Meanwhile, the attacker, Res Vir, enters the pirate ship and immediately heads for the bridge, even as the solar net comes down. He doesn't seem -too- worried about it, as actually hijacking the thing isn't his first priority...

Crusader has posed:
Well one good thing about the pirate ship - its a hodgepodge of parts. So the systems are always a bit on the fritz, but still it should be more than enough for him to call the guards if nothing is done.

The Thargarian speaks "....you have alot of explaining to do. But for now, we will work with you. We can Overload are ships own comm frequencies to block communication from getting out, but the solar net won't work." in other words, they can stop him from calling the guards tempoarily

"I will join you. We do not know much about this man" as in Bjorn "But the pirates seemed to have injected him with a nanite that supposed to freeze robots, cyborgs, etc, on command" he eyes Bjorn "For some reason he isn't freezing, but their should be an injection on board to reverse the process. I would say the engineering bay, but who knows if these pirates even have one"

Bjorn plucks a feather frm the Thargarian and puts it behind his ear "Tweet tweet! Bird man purdy!" the thargarian looks as annoyed as Lar has "...and we best make it quick for everyone sake"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Yeah, yeah I know, okay?" Lar sighs. "I'll answer your questions later, right now we have more important things to worry about!"

    "Okay so do it." The Daxamite insists as soon as the idea of jamming as many frequencies as possible comes up. "We could use all the time we can get. So nanites huh? Well, an EMP grenade should do the trick right? Then all he'll need is a reboot. Should be easy enough, these pirates have got to have one of those on hand somewhere..." He glances off toward the ship, then back at the Thargarians. "I'll get the grenade, you destroy the comms array so that he can't use it. Then we can hope that our combined forces will be enough to prevent him from getting away."

    But he doesn't even wait for the others to confirm or object to his plan, simply bolting off toward the ship. He's...used to giving orders.

Crusader has posed:
And evidently, neither Bjorn or the Thargarian commander have any intention of being left behind. A few paces behind Mon-El he could hear the Thargain captain speaking into his own device "Change of plans, disengage the net, jamm all frequencies from getting off this planet. NOW" he orders

Bjorn of course was following along. Mostly because he liked the pretty lights, and also....he seemed to get particualrly aggressive around the pirates unsurprisngly

As they enter the ship, alot of pirates were already taken out by Vir as he invaded the ship, but there was still some left. Blasers come raining down on them from the few pirates still left on the ship.

Bjorn manages to tackle several down. While the Thargaran, with his mace knocks several out of commence for good. Clearly no qualms of death here.

Mon-El has posed:
    Indeed, Res had already taken out a good number of those pirates--he doesn't have any qualms about killing, either, and as juiced up as he is on yellow solar radiation right now, he's pretty darned good at it. He makes his way to the bridge, and immediately starts trying to work the comms terminal, but finds that some kind of interference is preventing any transmissions from leaving the planet. He curses in Daxamite and starts trying to find a frequency that will punch through the jamming field.

    The heroes of the hour easily plow over what remains of the pirates, and Lar picks an EMP grenade off of one of them. Arming it, he hands it to Bjorn. "Here, it's for you." he says, as if it were some kind of gift. Then he turns to the captain. "You got someone on destroying that comms array, right?"

Crusader has posed:
"We can only jam the signal" The Thargarians says. "So we best stop whoever this is from going any further" he warns. The wide range frequncie jammer won't be easy to punch through, but it did mean everyone was left in the dark comms wise. Even ground unites like them. "So lets find your friend" he says useing the term lightly

Bjorn looks confused at the grnade. He looks it over in confusion "What is...." and than the empy goes goes, the wave going through the ship. It of course doesn't effect Mon-El or the Thargarian. But Bjorn looks like he is getting fried, his eyes wide. He lets out a beastly war as he drops the grenade.

When the grenade stops....he amazingly remains standing. He steadies himself with the wall as he grabs his head ".......Whoever messed..." his fingers clecnh into the steel walls crumpling "With Bjorn head...is going DOWN" oh he was pissed. But he looked notably less insane. Also apprently his name really is Bear. As Bjorn means bear.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar watches as the EMP burst goes off, successfully 'resetting' Bjorn. Score. He knew it would work. Although he is still referring to himself in third person. Well, maybe that's normal. Hopefully. "Bjorn, we need to get to the bridge. The jamming field won't last forever. Let's -go-!" He hurries after the rest of the group, hoping 'the bear' will follow.

    When the group arrives, they'll find Res still trying to punch through the interference. It's too bad a physical punch wouldn't help him in this regard. But as they enter he turns around, sneering at them. "So, you've chosen to side with royalty, without a second thought? Typical, I guess." Suddenly, he flashes forward, grabbing one of the Thargarian soldiers by the neck and pinning him against the wall near the comms array. "Ha, so soft and vulnerable...I could kill him with two fingers." he sneers. "Shut off the jamming field -now-, or I'll crush every bone in his body!" he threatens.

Crusader has posed:
    Bjorn followed along. And his face just said he wasn't having this, at all. "Blah, blah, blah blah blah" he says "Move pal. Bjorn has bones to pick, and has no time to deal with the you" he straight up IGNORES this Res fella and begins moving towards the comms "This stuff is YEARS old, and you telling Bjorn yer cannot crack through this simple field jam? It is rudimentary at best. Bjorn place call, than you and Prince smash alot there" he gestures behind him at Mon-El "Can fight and play to yer hearts content. or call down this royal guard of whatever." Wait...was Bjorn ABANDONING Mon-El and the Thargarians? He certainly looked apathetic to the problem at hand

And that was the point. Once past Res (and when Res was looking at him), Bjorn would quite litterly grow a pair of eyes in the back of his head, which would Wink at Mon-El, before promptly dissappearing.

Hopefully Mon-El keeps this Res fella busy while Bjorn works...and hopefully save the Thargarian in the process. All the while though, his sensors acted up - attempting to pick up What species Res and and Mon-El were along with biological infomation on his database on the species that would be able to help him, if any.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Don't come any closer!" Res warns Bjorn. "I'll kill him!" But the big man doesn't seem to care.

    Lar glares at Res as the other Daxamite takes one of the Thargarians hostage. He watches Bjorn start to play the apathetic part. The eyes on the back of the head were noted. "Really, you're going to play the hostage card? That's -so- old. You -do- know, I've been here for longer than you, which means I'm -faster-."

    With that he rushes forward in a blur of motion and knocks Res back, causing him to let go of the Thargarian. This time, the shoe is on the other foot as Res is the one getting caught off guard.

    Bjorn's sensors would indicate that the two aliens are both from the same planet--Daxam, a world neighboring Krypton and populated by a people descended from Kryptonian colonists. Well -was- populated, at any rate. Ever since the fallout from Krypton's destruction, it has been mostly empty and uninhabitable.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn turns continues working the dash board, looking peeved now. "....Bjorn HATES being threatened!" he slams his fist on the console...and everything begins going haywire. Bjorn had already downed the comms. But noe the ship alarms were going off, as where various weapons and fail safe systems.

So these two were Daximites, a planet near krypton. Data shows krypton was destroyed by one brainiac a long time ago. Daxam a nearbering planet was also home to a krypton derivitive. Kryptonite may have been effective, but there was none on hand

The thargarians fight back, useing the chaos to their advantage. They fire from different angle - avoiding hitting Lar as he directly engages Res

Bjorn continues searching his database. Analysis of Daxom composition shows that the element lead has yet to be found on the planet, or any molecular derivities needing lead. Humans were susceptable to lead poisoning, it stands to reasona anything with lead might help.

Bjorn backs away, diving to the ground he begins gathering various items. Old canisters, clips, scraps of metal, anything he can find really.

Mon-El has posed:
    Res is tackled to the floor by Lar, and gets shot at by the Thargarians. However, he appears unfazed. After the two of them have been grappling for a minute or so, he throws the Daxamite prince off of himself and punches through the glass of the front-facing windows--he heard the alarms too, this place was unstable. The fighting on top of Bjorn's wrecking ball tactics have created a pretty volatile mess, complete with fuel tank leaks. He checks something and smirks. "It's been fun, my friends...but my work here is done. Good luck with that can of junk." he says, referring to the pirate ship. Then he zooms away, disappearing off into Mars' rugged landscape.

    "Grife..." Lar mutters as Res has gotten away once again. As much as he wanted to pursue, he needed to get these people to safety. "Bjorn, we need to get out of here, the fuel cells are unstable." Immediately, he starts grabbing the Thargarians and evacuating them to a safe distance as quickly as possible.

Crusader has posed:
    "...Not leaving without Bjorn brother" wait...he has a brother? Bjorn doesn't escape outside the broken window, instead he dives back deep into the bowls of the ship, to who knows where within. The fuel cells where quickly destabilishing and the ship was going critial! There was no time to go back, there was only forward as far away as possible!

And the Thargarians are not argueing. While the injure do not complain about being grabbed - it clear the Tharagarians were fairly proud people as they soar swiftly across the lands away from the impeding doom of the pirate ship.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar has gotten all the Thargarians clear of the incoming blast radius, but he quickly realizes that Bjorn is still in there. "Grife..." he mutters, and flies back in to find the android. "Bjorn! What are you doing?!" he shouts, using his enhanced senses to attempt to find him. "This place is going to blow!" Wasn't that obvious enough?

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn voice actually comes over the comms "Not leaving without brother." he repeats "And Bjorn knows. He set it ta blow. Pirates mess with Bjorn, Bjorn mess with pirates" he had ZERO worries evidently

The last thing Lar would hear is the hum of what sounds like a fairly advanced engine. "Also. Bjorn suggest you run" he says. Okay mabey he still a bit crazy, this sounds almost like a holiday to him. The sound of thrusts goes off - but it wasn't going out the cock pit...it was heading towards Lar "Race yer out of the blast radius! Hahahahahahahaha!!!" comes his voice one last time before the comms die out

And like that, the sound of the fuel cells giving up is heard. Tim was up! Explosions of burning purple, rushing green, lava red and sunning yellow begin to go off as the unsual fuel system final detonates. The sound of meal tear, engines racing. The ship was GOING!

Mon-El has posed:
    Oh, right. They did say that Bjorn's ship was inside the pirate ship, Lar realizes as the craft roars past. Risky move, but all right. Some people were just...like that. He flies out after the vessel just as the pirate ship goes up in flame and smoke. Not that any of it would have actually hurt him, but hey it probably would have soiled his costume.

Crusader has posed:
Ship was not quite what one would expect - it was actually smaller than Lar himself...and oddly it seem fairly featureless, as if it was more the a silvery siloutte of a craft and than actual one as it had no doors, windows, etc! This diminitive size gave him the ship the ability to zip under and through debree. As the ship explode, parts of it came raining down within the blast radius. Bjorn was more than happy to navigate his tiny craft all through the falling debree.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Huh," Lar watches the tiny ship...it somewhat reminds him of Quislet, a strange energy being who was once on the Legion's roster. Once clear of the falling debris, he turns to see just how the hulking Bjorn will enter and exit that tiny vessel.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn ship...evidently grows. It get larger and larger untill its a decent sized ship! Not the largest - but it could hold a small crew. But the ship still didn't seem to have any ports. As the ship lands, a hole appars underneath and Bjorn drops down from it. Dusting himself he says "You are HORRIBLE racer! Yer could at least try to have fun when yer life is in potential danger" he says to Lar "Now, who the abyss are yer?" he turns to Mon-El cross his arms over his chest "Whit a Daxamite doin all the way oot here?"

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    "No, I'm just a good sport. I let you win." Lar smirks, folding his arms. But he sticks out a hand for a shake when Bjorn asks for a name. "Lar Gand." he says, by way of introduction. "I'm all the way out here, because, well...my planet can't really be lived on any more, so I was sent away and landed on Earth." he sighs. "But it's a long story, really."

    He nods toward the ship. "Nice ship you've got there. Very convenient for getting out of tight situations, I see."

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Bjorn accepts the hand shake "And a prince if Bjorn is of the right hearing" he says. But than he laughs "Haha! Doubtful! Bjorn brother" he pats the ships hull "Be equiped with faster ven light enginez! Kin travel from plantary system ta plantary quick as anyving! Bjorn is proud ta be Captain of ve StarPiercer"
    "Name be Bjorn Arttursson. Und Earth yer say? Well if yer evar need a wide, Bjorn can tae yer back. As it is Bjorn home planet, he tell much." a pause "Also, if yer ever EMP Bjorn again, Bjorn rip yer spine out" another pause as he knocks on his head "Bah, still gettin them glitches. Damn pirates made et worse"

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    Lar nods. "Yeah, crown prince of Daxam..." he mutters, not sounding all that proud of the title. Right, must've heard Res call him 'Your Highness'. "Not that there's much left it any more to be prince of."

    "Well, nice to formally meet you Bjorn Arttursson. Thanks for the offer, but like I said, Daxam is mostly a wasteland right now...." he sighs, looking somewhat depressed for a moment. "Nothing much to go back to."

    Then he folds his arms at the comment about the grenade. "Ahem, excuse me but you're -welcome-, Mr. Arttursson, for knocking your sanity back into your head with said EMP grenade. Or wherever your central processing unit is. If you remember Res calling me 'Your Highness', then I have to assume you also remember yourself babbling like a caveman."

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"Bjorn also remember that Thargornian commander mention the pirates should have had a injectable counter measure" he says crosses his arms "Which would have been a HELL of alot less painful." he grunts "But still, glitches are nit gone, still not sure whats wrong..."
    A pause is given "...central pricessing unit" he freezes "Now yer be holdin the phone here! Bjorn is NOT a robot, or android or what have you. Bjorn is not a machine" he says. "Und also sorry...Bjorn does appreciate et, but these...glitches. Whitever causin them is makin Bjorn Collective go a bit oot of wack."
    Another pause "...whit does Bjorn offer ta take yer ta earth hafta do with Daxam being a waste land? No git Bjorn wrong, that is is very sad, jist not seeing the connection" he cants his head "On brightside, yer find a few of yer cousins on Earth"

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    "He -also- said the pirates might not even have it. And I didn't have time to go looking around for something that might not even be there, yeah?" Lar retorts, then sighs remembering that Res seemed to think that he'd gotten the transmission out regardless, so it was all for naught. "I mean, I figured you're a tough enough guy that you could take it, but sorry if I was wrong." A slight smirk at that.

    He arches a brow at the insistence that he is not a robot or android. "If you're not, then why would an EMP that small have any effect on you at all?"

    "Oh, sorry. I thought you were offering to give me a ride back to Daxam. You talk a little funny, that's all." he chuckles. "Still, thanks but no thanks. I can handle myself." At this, he elevates several feet into the air. "Tell you what, I'll poke around the Legion's resources once I get back to -my- ship, see if there's anything we might be able to do to help with those glitches you're talking about. Might even be able to get Querl on the comms."

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Bjorn grunts "Please, Bjorn is a cuddly bear! Nit some fighting berzerker. So yes, Bjorn is wimp" he openly admits, with a grin. Though as for the EMP, he none the less says "Firstly, that EMP was nit small. Et was a Grenade - judging by the guage, it could knock out an entire command room. As why - well Bjorn is biologically considered a 'techno-organic' species. So yes, Bjorn exhibits robot or android like qualities, but Bjorn was not built, Bjorn was Born" he says. It always difficult to explain techno-organic.

But none the less he nods "Will keep that in mind" he glances to the Stars with some trepidation "....und it would be appreciated...Makes Bjorn worry. But none the less, be safe on travels eh?"

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    "Okay, okay." Lar laughs, not having expected him to simply admit to being a wimp. "I'll try to remember that you're extra delicate, next time." he says teasingly.

    A nod at the explanation regarding Bjorn's techno-organic nature. "I see. Interesting. Well anyway, yeah--I'll see what I can do. We might need you to swing by the cruiser sometime so we can have a closer look. But I'll let you know. Oh and...thanks for your help today, Bjorn." With that, he's streaking off into the sky. If sonic booms can happen on Mars, there is definitely one as he leaves the atmosphere.