Kepler is on fire. Kepler is made of light and sound and he has forgotten how to think. Is this what Rocket wants of him? Is this what they request? Where he becomes so singularly focused on their goals that his brain shuts off (something he long postulated as impossible?) Because it’s happening.
He can hear
Ruby Garcia cursing him out but he pays her no mind. She’s a bodyguard, right? So her job is to guard his body and she can do that however she sees fit and in whatever mood or state so long as she does it. Like a gaseous constant: the identity does not matter, only the presence.
The temperature drops on his reticules (he can’t feel it, he’s in a pressurized space suit) and sends the meters spiraling as stalagmites thrust up from the meteor’s surface. Andraste either weaves around them or raises up to simply pass through them, the ephemeral wisp of her tail refracting the light of stars off the crystalline ice structures.
There’s a thunder of something falling in his audio caches and that must mean they’re close enough to the planet for wisps of atmosphere to catch and reverberate sound. Which is not a good thing.
Flashes of blue light up his thermo reticule again. A layer of frost crystallizes on his space-suit facemask before he wipes it away. A second later and the whole meteor shakes-- then the field of ice erupts and shatters into a million pieces, clearing the path ahead.
“Good fucking job, whoever that was!” he calls, still clinging to Andraste’s head fins like she’s a hog motorcycle and he’s a retired 65 year old white man with a fumanchu.
Like a dirty window being wiped clean, some of the rock beneath the mineral vein dissipates, revealing much more of the substance beneath the surface of the meteor. Once they’re there, Andraste slows, and Kepler lets his feet fall to the stony surface (a slightly slowed descent due to the lack of gravity). He keeps one hand on her head fins, flattening the palm of his free hand towards the mineral to make sure he’s catching it all on camera.
His knees knock together and for a second he thinks it’s because he’s shaking-- but it’s just the ground, as something causes more of the meteor’s crust to fracture and split away (it’s
Lulu Flint ’s Metagross bouncing off of
Eva Morales ’s protect) revealing
more of the mineral deposit.
“Is-- is the whole rock made of this stuff?” Kepler muses over the comms.
Scattered stray beams of origin pulse hit the ground around him as he draws ever closer to the original mineral deposit, though it seems the Hoopa’s interference has lessened the threat, however slightly. There’s so much going on, though, that he doesn’t really notice them.
A
huge boom rocks his audiofeed, barking static and making him wince, as
Killian Decker ’s Minior fucking detonates in the middle of the battle.
Kepler watches the crack, the fissure, split through the mineral, almost thinking it's his imagination, at first; but no, it’s definitely there, it’s growing.
The meteor shakes
again and there’s a flurry of shocked communications over the lines, causing Kepler to turn to see what the fuck everyone is on about--
“Holy fucking shit.” In regular illuminati type fashion the triangular shaped rock formation he had
originally landed near splits open, birthing--
“Oh, my god, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Kepler whines into his helmet.
“I was just there!” The glimmering alien takes flight. Kepler feels this is all very unfair. Hasn’t he done everything asked of him? Didn’t he make it through the spaceflight unscathed? Now he’s by this shitty fucking clump of useless gemstone while the amazing feat of-- of whatever the fuck
this Deoxys is made of is over where he
started.
oscar clayton ’s scream spat warped static into his helmet and Kepler winced, eyes jerking to look for
his hero the engineer, assuming he was injured. No, he was there, and he was fine--
--
”Shit!” The meteor beam is eye-achingly bright in the darkness of space. Kepler squeals rather embarrassingly as he scrambles to jump over the mineral deposit, hoping to hide in the carved space where the meteor rock had once been-- ideally banking on it being able to withstand the attack from the creature it birthed. Andraste slips around the gems to hide as well, flattening her fins to the meteor’s surface.
Nestled there, Kepler turtles, like the good parasite he is.
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