"Don't say that," Peridot said, pointing at Rufus and practically yelling. "Say we're gonna do it together and it's gonna be great!"
Because, sure, that was going to happen.
They were all gonna die. But at least they'd die trying.
Rufus
Rufus just looked at her.
He'd rather die before saying something like that. And, oh look, dying was coming up rapidly! How convenient!
The look was really more of a glower. He was here and he was willing to try.
That was more than any other person in the entire multi-verse could expect from him. Deal with it.
Tip
Tip had always been a fan of going down fighting. Also, this was wasting time. "Well let's get going then," she said, heading purposefully for the drill. She'd figure out how to run it herself if she had to. She taught herself how to drive both a regular car and a flying one made by an alien with only the loosest idea of how a car was supposed to work; a giant drill ship couldn't be that hard.
Peridot
Under their feet, the Earth shook again, more violently this time. Peridot gave a little yelp and scurried up the ladder to climb into the drill's cockpit.
"Ready or not, we have a mission."
She frowned a little as she deposited herself into the driver's seat.
... It was a little cozy in here for five, wasn't it? Maybe it was for the best that the Crystal Gems were off fighting Malachite.
Rufus
Rufus climbed after her, resigned to getting this done no matter what other people thought.
"... This is going to be a tight squeeze," he observed, sitting down and making himself as small as possible.
Lovely.
Tip
"It can't be that bad," Tip said. Then got a look at it.
It was that bad.
"Hope everyone wore deodorant."
Anakin
Why did he have to be six feet tall? Why?
Anakin jammed himself in as tightly as he could, knees up around his chin. "Cosy," he muttered.
Jalian
"Smaller than ghess'Rith's feathernest," Jalian muttered in silverspeech. She slid into the side of it, glad she was no bigger, and closed the hatch behind her.
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Peridot
"Don't say that," Peridot said, pointing at Rufus and practically yelling. "Say we're gonna do it together and it's gonna be great!"
Because, sure, that was going to happen.
They were all gonna die. But at least they'd die trying.
Rufus
Rufus just looked at her.
He'd rather die before saying something like that. And, oh look, dying was coming up rapidly! How convenient!
The look was really more of a glower. He was here and he was willing to try.
That was more than any other person in the entire multi-verse could expect from him. Deal with it.
Tip
Tip had always been a fan of going down fighting. Also, this was wasting time. "Well let's get going then," she said, heading purposefully for the drill. She'd figure out how to run it herself if she had to. She taught herself how to drive both a regular car and a flying one made by an alien with only the loosest idea of how a car was supposed to work; a giant drill ship couldn't be that hard.
Peridot
Under their feet, the Earth shook again, more violently this time. Peridot gave a little yelp and scurried up the ladder to climb into the drill's cockpit.
"Ready or not, we have a mission."
She frowned a little as she deposited herself into the driver's seat.
... It was a little cozy in here for five, wasn't it? Maybe it was for the best that the Crystal Gems were off fighting Malachite.
Rufus
Rufus climbed after her, resigned to getting this done no matter what other people thought.
"... This is going to be a tight squeeze," he observed, sitting down and making himself as small as possible.
Lovely.
Tip
"It can't be that bad," Tip said. Then got a look at it.
It was that bad.
"Hope everyone wore deodorant."
Anakin
Why did he have to be six feet tall? Why?
Anakin jammed himself in as tightly as he could, knees up around his chin. "Cosy," he muttered.
Jalian
"Smaller than ghess'Rith's feathernest," Jalian muttered in silverspeech. She slid into the side of it, glad she was no bigger, and closed the hatch behind her.
"I think we're ready."