They might be the only ones to make it to the meteor’s surface without flaw but their good luck dries up quickly.
In what is quite possibly the funniest fucking thing Kepler’s ever experienced, the
MONSTER MASH gives a violent shudder and Pluto loses his grip on the hull. Kepler and
Ruby Garcia are deposited safely, if a bit roughly, on the meteor’s surface, but both his Beheeyem and her Garchomp fall the seven or so feet straight down onto their faces.
It’s so funny-- it’s all so
astronomical, that’s exactly what he thinks, and the pun makes him lose it, a little, lost in the spectrum of absurd bullshit he is currently riding like a fucking UVB manta ray, and a delirious giggle escapes him. He claps his hands over his mouth-- well, over his
fucking space helmet and he really struggles not to continue laughing, hoping it just seems like a bit of punched-out feedback over the comms.
It isn’t a cave is the second thing he notices as he looks up into the shadow of the rock formation, and is just absolutely floored that he’s disappointed. He’s standing on a
fucking meteor, essentially pore-to-pore with an apocalyptic hyperformed region-sized hunk of
star dust and he’s
disappointed that it doesn’t have a fucking cave on it.
He doesn’t have much time to ruminate on it though because his reinforcements (they’re not his
really but, shut the fuck up) and their League taggers on come splashing into the toilet bowl like the big turds they are; well, that and, you know, lots and lots of shrapnel and debris. The sky lights up like a rainbow as
mint frost ’s Abomasnow conjures aura in an atmosphere-less environment. Another fucking
marvel of science.
Speaking of
apocalyptic, there was literally a battle between three different Legendaries (four if you counted
Killian Decker ’s deoxyribonucleic passenger) happening in the space--
literally the fucking space-- above them.
“What the fuck are our lives, Rubes?” Kepler asked, making sure the key to their private comm was pressed, the absurdity of it all pulling him into some orbit of geniality.
“What the fuck is even happening anymore?” Someone (
Cain Toman ) lands and throws up another protect around them. By this time, Pluto is up and shaking the meteor dust from his face. Kepler turns towards the mineral deposit, tapping the readouts on his helmet to check in on the cameras he has running: one in his helmet, one in his chest, one in each palm, and one on the top of each foot, meant to record every part of their amazing, world-saving, life-changing venture for posterity (and research’s) sake.
You can take the boy out of the PhD program…
There’s a lot going on and people are landing everywhere-- but Kepler’s not here to fight, he’s here to
do some fucking science.
“I’m heading for the deposit,” he radios to those in proximity (namely
Ruby Garcia and
Cain Toman )
“so if you could cover me that would be dee-lightful.” He recalled Pluto and released Andraste, giving the
Dragapult .02 seconds to orient herself before he grabbed onto her head fins and ordered her to
dragon rush towards the mineral.
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Ruby Garcia Cain Toman tl;drthis is probably the funniest fucking post i've ever written?
kepler lands and his beheeyem sustains some damage.
he is recording everything from, like, six cameras on his person. he's not
streaming them, just recording them, like a-- a mars rover.
is mildly disappointed that there's no special cave on the space rock.
swaps beheeyem for
dragapult and grabs onto her head fins and instructs her to
dragon rush him to the mineral deposit.
Dragapult's ability is
INFILTRATOR which allows it to pass through barriers so hoping this helps with stuff around the mineral?