08-17-2015, 11:03 AM
There were a few tense moments before people seemed content to lower their myriad implements of death, which was a good sign to the smuggler. It was definitely an indicator that these people were not bandits, at least. Three of them had 'prime' written all over them, but Drake didn't recognize any of them off hand. Maybe the information that Jeltz had so generously pumped into his head was a little out of date? Or...maybe they were just new around here. At any rate, they couldn't be that new since they had all retained control over their masticatory muscles during Drake's entrance, which, he had to admit, was a tad more flashy than he had really been aiming for. The guy with the mullet seemed friendly enough, though, so Drake decided to stuff his hand in his pocket and adopt a more casual stance.
"I'm Drake Oneir. Not Oneir like with an Irish apostrophe, I'm pretty sure my heritage is Swiss-Italian. My father always told me that we had a touch of Australian blood in us too, but I never quite understood that. I mean, does that mean I'm part Aboriginal? Sorry, native Australian? Or do I just have settler's blood, in which case I'm actually part British? Dunno man. Dunno." Drake said, getting an absurd look of introspection on his face. Everyone else on board the skiff just gave him blank stares. He couldn't blame them; these randos probably weren't even from Earth, maybe? Drake decided to keep talking, in the event that he started sounding sane again.
"Anyway, I've come here to try and kill a bunch of rumored bandits 'round these parts. Seeing as you haven't threatened to suck my eyes out 'ma head with bendy straws yet, I'm gonna assume you're not...them. Also..." Drake said, pointing a thumb at Colonel, "...that guy is just WAY too shiny to be any sort of volcano raider."
More silence.
"So uh...hi."
Wow, way to be a spaz, dude. Hey shut up, you know I get like this after surges of adrenaline. God.
"I'm Drake Oneir. Not Oneir like with an Irish apostrophe, I'm pretty sure my heritage is Swiss-Italian. My father always told me that we had a touch of Australian blood in us too, but I never quite understood that. I mean, does that mean I'm part Aboriginal? Sorry, native Australian? Or do I just have settler's blood, in which case I'm actually part British? Dunno man. Dunno." Drake said, getting an absurd look of introspection on his face. Everyone else on board the skiff just gave him blank stares. He couldn't blame them; these randos probably weren't even from Earth, maybe? Drake decided to keep talking, in the event that he started sounding sane again.
"Anyway, I've come here to try and kill a bunch of rumored bandits 'round these parts. Seeing as you haven't threatened to suck my eyes out 'ma head with bendy straws yet, I'm gonna assume you're not...them. Also..." Drake said, pointing a thumb at Colonel, "...that guy is just WAY too shiny to be any sort of volcano raider."
More silence.
"So uh...hi."
Wow, way to be a spaz, dude. Hey shut up, you know I get like this after surges of adrenaline. God.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued