[Pete only acts like a flippant goofball. It hides the hardened professionalism. He waves Wash along, the Kree voice of one of his pistols informing anyone who's listening that Pete has selected incendiary rounds as Wash's running footsteps recede and disappear under the sound of klaxons and groaning metal.
It's really turning into one of those lifetimes, isn't it?
Without an audience, Pete is quiet and methodical, stripping the undisintegrated corpses of equipment and piling them into a gruesome roadblock to break any future charges, studying the glowing tentacle from a reasonably safe distance, firing a variety of rounds into it to see if anything has any effect. You know, space war stuff.
When the next wave comes, no stronger than the first, he waits for them to advance to the point he'd identified, and fires a single incendiary into the leaking conduit in the ceiling, resulting in a gout of flame and screams that rapidly die away. Gotta watch out for that venting plasma.
When Wash returns, Pete's leaning against the wall in a noticeably warmer corridor, inspecting one of his guns.]
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[Pete only acts like a flippant goofball. It hides the hardened professionalism. He waves Wash along, the Kree voice of one of his pistols informing anyone who's listening that Pete has selected incendiary rounds as Wash's running footsteps recede and disappear under the sound of klaxons and groaning metal.
It's really turning into one of those lifetimes, isn't it?
Without an audience, Pete is quiet and methodical, stripping the undisintegrated corpses of equipment and piling them into a gruesome roadblock to break any future charges, studying the glowing tentacle from a reasonably safe distance, firing a variety of rounds into it to see if anything has any effect. You know, space war stuff.
When the next wave comes, no stronger than the first, he waits for them to advance to the point he'd identified, and fires a single incendiary into the leaking conduit in the ceiling, resulting in a gout of flame and screams that rapidly die away. Gotta watch out for that venting plasma.
When Wash returns, Pete's leaning against the wall in a noticeably warmer corridor, inspecting one of his guns.]