Oh you *bastard*
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I was still struggling with the terrariums when I heard a whistling sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I managed to get all three on the cart, but this of course induced the wild batch of white curls to spring free of their bandana. I glanced up, muttering to myself, and then jaw dropped.
"OhgodsohgodsohgodsshitERISNO...!" I saw the biggest gorram pile of...well, something, rocket downwards and hit the tarmac at the far end with a hellalot of force. My hair literally exploded all over the place as the shock wave knocked me off my feet, and the terrariums bounced merrily off the cart and shattered all over the tarmac. Hell, Ptchika even shook. Hell, the entire bloody *moon* shook. And that meteor or whatever *bounced*.
I got up of my ass in a daze, the clouds of dust from impact making my cough. Once my ears stopped ringing, I heard other people shouting, inside Ptchika and elsewhere. As I got progressively angrier, given that my precious coffee plants were now littered over the ground, I narrowed my eyes at the place where the load had hit. Another ship was coming, heading to the crew lock.
I quietly gathered my plants together. They'd survived the strike in one piece, but there were bent branches and handfuls of missing leaves, and the poor things looked ragged. I figured Ptchika was in good hands...but I was *pissed*.
I stomped over to the crewlock. White hair with the black streak completely out of control and in full Susan mode, an angry face, and a cart of damaged Klatchian coffee plants in tow. Gorramit, some beans had been crushed and you could smell it already.
"Who the HELL IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS."
***
I was still struggling with the terrariums when I heard a whistling sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I managed to get all three on the cart, but this of course induced the wild batch of white curls to spring free of their bandana. I glanced up, muttering to myself, and then jaw dropped.
"OhgodsohgodsohgodsshitERISNO...!" I saw the biggest gorram pile of...well, something, rocket downwards and hit the tarmac at the far end with a hellalot of force. My hair literally exploded all over the place as the shock wave knocked me off my feet, and the terrariums bounced merrily off the cart and shattered all over the tarmac. Hell, Ptchika even shook. Hell, the entire bloody *moon* shook. And that meteor or whatever *bounced*.
I got up of my ass in a daze, the clouds of dust from impact making my cough. Once my ears stopped ringing, I heard other people shouting, inside Ptchika and elsewhere. As I got progressively angrier, given that my precious coffee plants were now littered over the ground, I narrowed my eyes at the place where the load had hit. Another ship was coming, heading to the crew lock.
I quietly gathered my plants together. They'd survived the strike in one piece, but there were bent branches and handfuls of missing leaves, and the poor things looked ragged. I figured Ptchika was in good hands...but I was *pissed*.
I stomped over to the crewlock. White hair with the black streak completely out of control and in full Susan mode, an angry face, and a cart of damaged Klatchian coffee plants in tow. Gorramit, some beans had been crushed and you could smell it already.
"Who the HELL IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS."