5408/Hawkworld Sucks

Hawkworld Sucks
Date of Scene:	20 September 2018
Location:	Thanagarian Air-Space
Synopsis:	A Czarnian and a Zen Whoberie walk into a Hawk Ship. The Hawk Ship says "Ow!" And then dies.
Cast of Characters:	Lobo, Gamora

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Lobo has posed:
    Thanagarians were just about the absolute worst. Super militant, super angry, they were the second most prominent "bird person" species in the galaxy, and just like the Shi'ar, they were an absolute pest.

    Here they were in one of their big magnficient war ships, shooting lasers freely at the green woman found within even as closeby guards were swinging their electro-truncheons right at her skull and face, all ordering her to surrender to their authority in their perpetually angry-sounding language. This ship was designed for a flying species, alright, with tons of verticality and many work stations that could not be reached by a grounded wingless humanoid. This was after they beamed her on board their ship, for purposes that could be known only to them. Presumably she had been a bit too close to their systems. Or perhaps they saw her face and assumed she was going to bring them misery, if they didn't bring it to her first? In any case, they clearly weren't interested in exchanging ideas and information with the last survivor of a dead race.

Gamora has posed:
They were given one warning, one, and now a sword in one hand, and a plasma blaster in the other, Gamora isn;t playing nice. The body of a headless Thanagarian officer (melted) falls to the deck as her blade twirls and she begins cutting through them as she walks, not runs, but walks towards their hangar, leaping from place to place, and cutting down or blasting anyone who gets in her way. The trail of bodies and the line of dripping blood from her sword a clear indicator of where she has been.

"And I though Terrans were paranoid, looks like my annoyance was misplaced." She says as she kicks in one of the doors leading to where she beleives the hangar of this ship will be.

Lobo has posed:
    The "hawk people" are warriors, tried and true. Cunning, ruthless, tactically brilliant. Well, usually they are. Unfortunately, they've also severely under-estimated just how powerful the woman they're fighting truly is. Given her leisurely pace, the marksmans are definitely hitting their marks and lighting her up with suppressive laserfire, except the suppressive laserfire isn't suppressing like they hoped it would. The men and women who end up close enough charge in valiantly, using clubs and axes, their own rifles built for this purpose and able to double as either. It clearly didn't matter though, because blood and feathers were falling to the ground even as Gamora kicked open a new path. The door was the sort to slide open, but its mechanical function clearly didn't account for an angered, and Titan-enhanced Zen Whoberi.

    This next room seemed to be much like the previous, Thanagarian architecture was cold, sharp and repetitive. In this room there seemed to be chaos much like the last, laserfire and screaming could now be heard now that Gamora tore down the sound-proof barrier. Swooping and coming in low was a large beast of a hawk man(but not actually a Hawkman), his helmet half-destroyed to show his nervous panick as blood streaked down his face. He was coming right for her...but the collision never happened. Because from up top a large, hulking albino form stomped down, turning the hawk into an explosion of red paste and flying feathers, his black boots now covered in a Jackson Pollock painting. The man was shirtless, blood covering parts of his chest, but his tattoos were easily seen, as well as the rest of him. He gave a sneer as he glared around with his crimson red eyes, black hair flying all around.

    "Awright, birdbrains, ya officially got the Main Man pissed! Who wants a little, huh? 'Cause I'm fixin' ta give a lot!"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora covers her face with her blaster arm as thanagarian guts shoot her way. "Well, someone was talented in arts and crafts." She says as a single plasma shot shoots a Thanagarian who came at Lobo, Gamora turning her head to look at the large bounty hunter. "Lobo, let me guess, beamed you here as well?" She says as she looks around, her blade cutting into another soldier who got abit to close. "Make me wish I was dealing with the kree."

Lobo has posed:
    Here, in the middle of this big battle, Lobo instantly stopped what he was doing and noticed the green death-dealer who, like him, was hellbent for leather. Instantly he walked toward her in the midst of laser volleys firing in front and behind him, angling his hips and shoulders so that his abs showed in the best possible light. His right hand traveled up them to rub across his chest, unconsciously smearing hawk blood all around as he did so. If he was intending this to be seductive, the jury was out on whether it was effective at all.

    "Long time no see, Gams. You still wastin' yer time, flyin' around with that skinny pink-skinned Space-Geek, or whatever his name is? Or you ready ta ditch the zero an' get some real POWER 'tween yer le-"

    As if on cue, one of the more bold Thanagarian warriors dashed in, her wings too damaged for flight but that didn't stop her from swinging that truncheon of hers as hard as she could, swooping it up between the Czarnian's legs and causing a crunching sound that led to Lobo's eyes nearly bugging out of his skull, and his purple tongue hanging out of his mouth as a wordless scream left his lungs. Instantly he reached for the warrior woman's bottom jaw, and what ensued next was horrific. Similar to an atomic wedgie, but with a jawbone instead of underwear waistband. Up over her helmeted skull, which meant the awful screams were now deeply muted, as she waved her arms and staggered off somewhere. She might not die, but that wasn't a good thing right now.

    For his part, Lobo was still doubled over, hands on his skull-pattered kneepads, breathing in deep.

    "Whaddaya say we get outta here? I've been callin' fer my ride, but it's way out there in the vacuum, I'm thinkin' we need ta find an escape pod. Or kill everyone and sell this boat fer booze an' ladyfavors. Whaddaya say?"

Gamora has posed:
She respect's Lobo due to his power, but his suggestion didnt sit well with her, only she was beaten to her retaliation. "Not interested." She says, and the idea of sharing an escape pod with this loud smelly space biker also doesn;t sit well with her. "They have a hangar somewhere around here, I was going to take one and go back to Knowhere." She says.

Moving to one of their anti personel gatling guns that is wall mounted.. or was wall mounted as she pulls it from the wall and holds it over her shoulder before moving down a long corridor and simply wasting anyone in her way, the coppery walls turning a nice splattered shade of red as she continues to move, even getting a few thanagarian feathers stuck in the holds of her now ruined outfit.

Lobo has posed:
    Gamora went for more dakka, and instantly Lobo's..."respect" for the woman went up a few extra notches. As far as he was concerned, she had everything going for her. Power, strength, ruthlessness, a killer bod AND she had the rep of being the daughter of the cosmos' greatest killer? Lobo viewed Gamora as living the best possible life. As she rained down death and destruction with the help of that impossibly big turret, the Main Man watched her six, pulling down flying dodos with the Bisley, and hooking them down into Gamora's rate of fire. That is, when they got hooked, and didn't just get cut down and splattered with the hook all by itself. And his leather pants weren't doing much better than her clothes, quickly becoming a pair of short-shorts as red-hot laserdeath ripped through his flesh. His flesh was rapidly regrowing, but it was still obnoxious. His hair was going to be a mess after this, he could tell. It was while he was distracted by the concerns about his fashion, that he smelled something familiar. Instantly he grinned, and tapped one black-nailed finger on the green woman's shoulder. He gestured with his head and thumb, pointing down a side hall.

    "I smell O-Zone down this way. I'll bet ya they got one of them rinkydink Hawkships down here. Ever fly one before?"

    He hadn't, but to him it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't like a crash was going to be fatal for the likes of them, right?

Gamora has posed:
Finaly, the Hangar, and of course, she runs out of ammo for her new huge gun, so, she turn;s it into a blunt object and Gamora starts to beat the Hawk people with her now depleted formerly wall mounted turret. "No, but I can manage." She says as she tosses what's left of her huge cannon at two of the Thanagarians.

"I hope you can survive in the vaccum for a bit." She says as she hits a button, and the vaccum of space opens up, she, for her own effort, leaps towards one of the ships and get's in, a single person ship, and closes the canopy, starting it up. Once Lobo is clear, she then fires about six rockets into the ship, causing a chain reaction that causes it's engine core to meltdown. "I am not to be triffled with, you will learn." She says as the ship takes off and she makes sure her new ride get's clear of the ship before the rather massive explosion happens.

Lobo has posed:
    For his part he was taking care of things the old fashioned way: Ripping, tearing and hooking a bloody path through hawkpeople. No, no not that kind of 'hooking'. Stop it.

    The reader's perversion aside, once the hangar was clear Lobo just hung back, turning his head only slightly when the ship blew a hole through the core of the ship itself, debris showering his face, shoulder and some getting stuck in his slowly regrowing hair and beard. Maybe Gamora would notice the soft 'thunk' at the top of her solo ship as she flew out into the vacuum, maybe she'd notice the dent in the upper left corner as clearly, her hitchhiker was hanging on. She'd probably definitely notice when the albino-skinned bounty hunter and bringer of destruction hung down in front of the windshield, grinning in at her. Now dressed in the chain around his arm and a censored bar, the barefoot and blood-splattered Czarnian appeared to be blowing her a kiss with those pale white lips of hers, before bringing his hand up to his face. Holding up two fingers and darting his tongue between them, maybe he was signifying that the two of them made a great team. This only lasted a split second until his bike showed up from the distance, and then and only then did Lobo look backward and kick off back to his ride. Time didn't exist in the vacuum of space, but for Gamora it might still be a moonlit night until, thankfully, the Hog screeched to life and took its owner far, far away from here.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is not amused, though, she knows that sound doesn;t carry in space, so instead she reaches into a side compartment to get a metal sealed canister and looks right at the nude bounty hunter, smashing the can between the palms of her hands. Not amused indeed. Turning her ship one way, and then another to throw Lobo off, she then engages the engines and heads towards the nearest jump point, a single message left behind.

"Not if we were the last things in the universe, last warningm next time, I'll put your head in a jar."

Lobo has posed:
    The message was clear to Lobo: "So you're saying there's a chance!"