Imperfect Party Plans

[Handsome Jack]

I don't know what kind of plans Enel has in store for us, but I hope he's got enough booze to calm Sterling down. The dude's fucking PISSED about his car. Can barely get two words out of the guy without him glaring at his... friend? Coworker? Honestly, I don't know. Don't really care either. Bats, for his part, is doing the stoic loner thing, though he can't seem to hide a faint smirk at the back-and-forth between Archer and Cyril. Guess even a furry can find normal things funny.

Ya know... I'm getting kinda tired of toting this phone around in my hand. As weird-looking as those khakis had been, at least they'd had pockets. I briefly considered summoning up a new pair of slacks, but they had been a bit constricting, honestly. I'll need something that'll keep my movement free and unobstructed. So, while Archer is busy glaring daggers at his pal, I go ahead and starting forming an item between my hands.

A little while later, the flash of color in the white void of the Nexus brings Archer's attention back to me.

“Uh... dude. Seriously?”

“Yeah. What?” I say as I snap the neon-pink fanny-pack around my waist. “I got tired of holding my phone.”

The spy looks like he wants to say something else, his mouth open, but he doesn't seem able to find the words and just returns to walking. I hear some gruff sniggering from behind me, Batman obviously enjoying a chuckle at my expense. Whatever. I wasn't even trying to make it pink, but my mind wandered to Blueberry a bit too long, so now it's pink. No biggy. It's not like it's a feminine color, or nothing, right? RIGHT?!

A flashing light on the face of my phone alerts me to a message, and I check it out as I move to stow my phone into my new pack. Apparently, the previous owner had downloaded some 'Coruscant News' application. Gonna need to delete that. Curiosity gets the best of me first, so I check out the message. The news stops me in my tracks.

“Gonna hafta put a rain check on that drink, guyss!” I shout as I shove the device into my pack.

“Come on, man!” Archer complains. “After the day I've had, I really need something to make me not murder Cyril.”

“No. It'ss fine, man. Go on without me. I have...”

A grin spreads my beak as I dash off from the group.

“Other dinner planss.”

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Bob was getting real tired of having to guard the damn Nexus gate. About every day there was a new attack from some fresh Prime looking to make a name for themselves. Like... was it too much to ask to get a little respect? He was an elite Stormtrooper of Coruscant: one of the most heavily trained soldiers in the entire Omniverse. The fact they have to guard the gate ALONE is enough to piss him off, but that those attacks were such a frequent occurrence that they had increased the number of stationed guards was just too damn much.

While the stormtrooper was busy being irritated with his lot in life, he buddy nudged him a bit to bring him back to reality. Bob looked up and spotted a green, insectoid being rush up to them. And if that wasn't weird enough, the creature seemed to be wearing a neon pink fanny pack.

“Ssup, guyss,” it said as it moved past them and into the gate. The flabbergasted crew watched the ripples fade before...

“Uh... was that..?”

“Yeah. The bug guy who attacked us the last time he was through here.”

“Well... fuck.”