"Shield's on you!"
"Regenerate ray on you!"
Val and Hank focussed their beam-like protection both on Parnell, who was currently dealing with a Goliath that'd gotten a little too big for comfort. Parnell went into a berserk, firing his weapons at intensive rates, it was hard for the monster to keep up with his relentless attacks. He cackled manically, several gunshots to the monster's head took it down. The Goliath bubbled and thudded to the ground, hacking up what they could only assume being it's blood.
Could've been it's melting skin, though.
Maggie kicked at the ground around a harpoon trap, growling.
"Something's wrong. They didn't deploy.". Not much they could do now, they'd done their job for now. Maggie slung the harpoon-trap launcher over her shoulder, petting Daisy under her chin. Daisy's tail wagged as she sniffled and licked at Maggie's hand. "You did good, dog." Maggie smiled. Her smile turned to her typical dark expression as she turned to face the others. "Get the ship. We're done here for now." She grunted. Parnell nodded, radioing Bucket in.
"Bucket. We're done over here, can you bring the ship in?"
There was silence for a while, before the radio clicked back. The background noise sounded hectic. Yelling and screeching, arguing, the hunters were untamed and cranky.
"Absolutely James, we're on the way. Oh, and James. Perhaps you could talk a little sense into the crew. I'm fairly certain Cabot can't handle this alone at the moment, we have four new people on-board." He said calmly over the comms, despite the-
"Can I fly, Bucket? Pleeease!"
-yelling and-
"Leave him alone for the love'a God!"
-wailing in the background...
Parnell's radio clicked, he sighed. "That doesn't sound good at all, man..."
The ship landed at the landing pad in the vicinity, the four approaching, exhausted from the hunt. As they boarded, the ship creaked, groaned, taking off for the outpost they temporarily called home.
The team of four headed into the main quarters of the ship as it made its way to it's designated location. Parnell marched down the hallway of the ship as the other three broke off into the large room at the right.
The sight was hectic.
Markov was once again holding Hyde back from breaking someone's face, he seemed extremely angered towards Abe, who was arguing with Caira. Ðorde and Slim were seemingly calm, though keeping their distance, eyes on each other. Griffin was losing his cool over the stressful situation, head down on a table. Bucket's chassis idle while he focused on piloting the ship- Torvald inspecting the chassis' design.
Parnell could only count three new faces. Did they get it wrong?
"Hi James." Sunny said, her face beaming as she skipped down the hallway past Parnell.
"Hey Sunny." Parnell said in natural response. He stopped in the hallway, his jaw dropped.
Wait... What?
"Sunny?!"
She had already left the hallway now, humming delightfully to herself. Parnell didn't even know she was on board. He didn't even know she was alive. That explained the missing fourth person... Before he had the chance to chase her up, Cabot's voice yelled down the hallway out to Parnell, he ran down to the bridge, meeting with Cabot. He was rubbing his forehead, his eyes heavy and hazy.
"Can you just... Deal with them?" He groaned.
"Uh, sure. Sir, are you feelin' alright?" Parnell asked. Cabot looked up at him, nodding once.
"Just a headache. It's like trying to look after a bunch of children. Just... Do whatever, okay?" Cabot wandered off, waving his hand dismissively.
Parnell looked back in the direction of the main room, where all the yelling stressed hunters were.
"Time to be a family man, huh."
Parnell stormed through the doorway, blasting a shot at an armored wall.
"Everybody shut the hell up and sit the hell DOWN!" He roared. The entire group stared at him blankly, composing themselves and sitting in chairs, the floor, whatever was closest to them at the time. Parnell stood straight, resting his shotgun over his shoulder.
"Alright... Good." He began. "Now, get your butts to your rooms. You're free to go in groups but if I hear even one incident of a fight breaking out or an argument, there will be consequences. Now. Go."
And they did just that. Sent to bed with no supper, so to speak.
