Ask Some Questions, Get Some Answers (?)

[airlockedmods]

[The Stardust Nebula is a large cloud, sprawling pink and purple across the dark void of space as you approach. There are no planets here, not even a planetoid, but that hardly means it’s devoid of life. Kip will easily be able to navigate to the place in question, a small collection of interconnected spaceports orbiting near the edge of one of the nebula’s hazy, rose-tinted tendrils. Floating signs hooked to these advertise “AIRLOCKED! Q&A”, with arrows leading towards what appears to be a convention center. A dome encloses the area, much like the one around the Fantasy Sweet, but there does not appear to be any kind of security restrictions on the port; it will open as soon as any ship pulls up to it.

Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.

Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.

For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]

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[scourgingstars]

[...Yeah, this is about what he figured would happen. Ardyn had no intention of stopping until he either saw any of the others, or was so cornered they'd have no choice but to fight.]

[If the others got away, then...this would be fine. They'd be fine. He'd just have to salvage what he could of the situation.]

[airlockedmods]

[Well, congratulations, Ardyn, you can see... Church being held in an arm lock by one of the four impostors, the Doctor pinned to the ground with his arms behind his back, and Yurika reeling from trying to body-check one.

Also, there's a huge furry guy holding a sparking crossbow stepping between you. Easily 7' tall.]

[scourgingstars]

[Okay, well that took about 0.02 seconds to evaluate. Hoping Xander was still with him, a kitchen knife replaced the pen in an instant, thrown through the air as Ardyn vanished and reappeared within range to try and stab the crossbow-wielder in the shoulder.]

[Preventing collateral damage was one thing, but this just turned into survival.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Nuts and Bolts already has Church very securely, which hasn't stopped Church from trying to continue to struggle out of the grip. He's definitely angry, definitely defiant, definitely looking just a little bit worse for wear--that's his own fault, mostly.

And also still definitely yelling and cursing up a storm. Him mad. And poor Yurika tried to bodycheck this robotic son of a bitch. It's all a mess and the jig is up and if Ardyn is busting into backstage that means the jig is entirely the fuck up.]

The fuck are you doing, you need to get the hell out of here you fucking moron!

[kingshaming]

[Xander doesn't need to be told- the moment Ardyn attacks he unsheaths Siegfried- and sets off the ground shaking wave the blessed sword was barely holding back]

RUN IF YOU CAN!

[airlockedmods]

[There's a security guard with a handgun.

Except that doesn't feel like a bullet, does it, my guy.

It's alright if the room starts spinning. It's fine. It's friendly.

It's several doses of tranquilizers.]

[ratherdoweddings]

XANDER-SAN!

[airlockedmods]

[Hey.

Hey, Yurika.

Another guard who is somewhat less furry than the one who just shot your friends is sliding up to your side and is just gonna give you a little shot in the arm with her handgun.

Nighty night, Yurika.]

[ratherdoweddings]

Nn...

[She reaches out forward, but collapses onto the ground.]

[kingshaming]

[well fuck maybe now he'll get some fucking sleep.

He manages a step or two, probably scaring a guard or three for life, before hitting the ground like a rock]

[stitch_in_time]

Oh, well, we're captured, but don't worry, Xander and the others are still free and undetected, they'll think of something.

[And just. Burying his face in the floor for a second.]

[This is his life now.]

[This is where his choices have lead him, the Last of the Time Lords.]

[airlockedmods]

[Since the Doctor's face is still shoved in the carpet, he's not going to see the guard not holding him down approaching but he will feel something press against his back, a small pain in that same spot and then a whole lot of sleepiness.

Sweet dreams, Last of the Time Lords.]

[airlockedmods]

[Why

The crossbow-wielder cries out in pain, but... Well, buddy, it's a kitchen knife.

That crossbow bolt is going right into your shin, and if you were wondering why it was sparking, well.

That's because it's a fucking taser.]

[scourgingstars]

[The knife disappeared from his hand before Ardyn could pull it out and throw it again, feeling a very sharp very real very familiar pain. Siegfried would vanish just the same way if and when it left Xander's hands; they were done, it was over, he couldn't let them get a hold of that sword on top of everything else.]

[Ardyn snapped something in a dialect of Lucian so archaic one likely only saw it in scientific classifications of garula and chocobos, saying things no one would ever hear in a professional capacity.]

['Ardyn Lucis Caelum is to be executed as-']

[No, nononono focus, Junpei and Yuuri and Jane and Choromatsu had gotten away, they'd tell the others, they'd come back and-]

[strangely, that was almost a reassuring thing as the last thought he had while still conscious.]

[airlockedmods]

[Night night, Ardad.

The electricity shorts out the hardlight projector, leaving him in his usual hobo disguise as well.]

[scourgingstars]

[fucking rude you know we're gonna have to fix that or cece will kill us]

[Quest: The Cure For Insomnia complete.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

NO-- [Who the fuck makes a taser crossbow, what the fuck is that even?! But you bet your absolute and entire ass that Church, even in his awkward and struggling position, throws his weight back into fighting Boltron. It won't get him anywhere, he knows it won't get him anywhere, but that's not the point, because what good is a shield of the king if he can't be a fucking shield?!

(Please don't dislocate your shoulder, buddy.)]

I'm gonna tear you apart, you walking god damn carpet! The second I get out of Iron Monger's grip here, I am coming for you specifically, you fucking hear me?! I swear to god, don't you touch him!

[airlockedmods]

[The security guard looks at Church. Looks at Ardyn.

And then pushes at the unconscious Ardyn's shoulder with one of his big furry feets.

suck on that]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Is this what apoplexy looks like? If not, it's probably very very close. Boltbot can change up his grip all he likes just so Church doesn't inadvertently hurt himself more, but there's a lot of kicking and shit happening.

And the cursing. Holy shit. He must be taking lessons from Jane, but a lot less eloquent. Did he just call Chewy a cockgobbling cuntwaggling teabagging fucktastrophe? All that and more. If he's learned any Latin swears yet, he'll throw some of those in too. (It's the first thing you learn in any new language, obvs.)]

[airlockedmods]

[The guard who took down Xander reloads his handgun and just.

Gently shoots Church in the tiddy with a tranquilizer bullet.]

[theoverseers]

[Boltron will actually adjust his grip some if it seems like Church is struggling at an angle that will cause him to hurt himself. Do not dislocate your shoulder.]