Jan. 23rd, 2015 at 12:23 PM
Where: Main hangar, Knowhere
What: Rocket rallies the troops
Rating: Medium (possible language)
Quickly scribbling out a note to leave for Six (knowing she'd be part of the team going with Angela), Rocket grabbed one of his smaller blasters and quickly made his way to the main hangar, watching as those volunteering to follow him into battle filed in.
Standing atop the small but mighty little fighter he'd recently finished putting together (The Rack N Ruin 2), Rocket cleared his throat and crossed his tiny arms.
"YO! Shuddup, ya buncha flartnards!"
Well now. There's a good way to build morale... sigh.
"Awright... yer alll here because you can most likely fly a fighter and not get yerself flarkin' killed doing it. Every d'ast one of ya are brave as hell for doing this. I don't got respect for too many folks, but I respect every single one of you, and will do everything I can to keep you safe out there. Which is a lot, because frankly I'm flarkin' brilliant at this. Just sayin'. Anyway... these Baddoon are a buncha gronads... but they're DANGEROUS gronads. You cannot take them or anything they do lightly. But you all got things they don't. Things that're gonna make all the difference. Courage. Fortitude. And one d'ast handsome commander." He smirked, raising his arm in the air. "Let's all get back here safely, and the celebratory booze is on me. Now... let's get out there and kick some krutacking Baddoon ass!"