What was supposed to be a routine patrol had some how ended up with him being tossed through yet another unstable rift along with a few unwitting soldiers that were looking to take him out and take his lion. Why couldn’t it ever just go smoothly? The question died before it could be answered when a rough slam into Black’s side caught his attention and had him growling with annoyance at the persistence of the enemy. Really, they just ended up in unknown territory and they’re still trying to gun for him. The initial slam resulted in him colliding with a stray asteroid before he righted himself and evaded another hit with something he really didn’t want to come into contact with. His attention was split between the debris and the fight at hand and if he hadn’t seen some sort of green structure forming to catch it, he likely would’ve foregone protecting himself from that second hit in order to destroy the falling debris enough so that it would burn upon entry. What ever that was, be it a defense system or otherwise, he was eternally grateful for it at the moment as he focused entirely on destroying the Galran ships before they could send in more reports or tracers.
When all was said and done, he was prepared to radio in for Allura to find him when that voice traveled to the connected system in Black for him to hear. Party? What? “Black, I think we’ve found a comedian,” he noted, shifting the lion to face whom ever had been trying to garner his attention. The paladin couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised at what he found. A person just casually floating about in the void of space with a giant green bullhorn? Who wouldn’t be stunned by such a sight? It took him a moment to gather his bearings, shaking off his initial surprise to connect his comlink to the external speakers. “My apologies for crashing the party, rockslides weren’t exactly on the belt menu for tonight’s dance, but you’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” he still had a job to do first and foremost. As curious as he was about this man, he definitely had his priorities straight. Shiro leveled out Black again and went about making sure there were no stray Galra or Sentries trying to make due with what they had left of their ships or weaponry, isolating the strays and destroying what was left of their ships before he rounded the debris up and made sure it wouldn’t drift into the planet’s gravitational pull. After a few more sweeps of this, he finally went about stationing Black closer to the man to put up her particle barrier and lock down her signal in order to vacate the cockpit.
Her maw opening wide after he made sure his visor was down, he drifted from her teeth and used his pack to close the distance. “Are there any injuries below? I saw something catch the debris when I turned to fracture the size of it but it never hurts to be sure.” His first question was always going to be about the safety of any other person. “Judging by your introduction I’m going to wager that you’re not injured, but on the off chance that your hilarity is a cover for injury– please do inform me so I can administer treatment.” Granted, he certainly was amused (and confused) by such a way of getting his attention, he definitely did want to be sure that the other hadn’t gotten injured in the scuffle. It wasn’t until the crackling screeches of his teammates filtered through his helmet that he realized he was still far from in a situation where he could only focus on his bewilderment. “Ah, I’m fine guys. The rift was unstable but we made it out, unfortunately so did a few of the enemy’s ships but they were taken care of. Right now I’m inquiring about potential injuries to civilians, I’ll report in momentarily.” He closed off the communication and returned his attention to the stranger with every bit of concern he held before they’d interrupted it.
He was always quick on his feet, so to speak, when he needed to be.So getting to a mention of something--anything--that was causing disturbance.. That was easy peasy. The ginger moved as though eveyshift in his stance counted--and half the time it did. There was nothing like being a Green. No one and nothing could convince him otherwise. So when he managed to set those rocks down, another construct took the first’s place just in case more fell down, this one in the form of himself with a giant knight’s shield.. he spent too much time around Kyle, clearly. His fancy tactics were starting to rub off on him. I just have to make sure those below will remain safe while I’m talking to the pilot. If anything was still falling, he would be able to deflect it from harming those below him. He doubted at this point there would be any fatalities considering the fact that he was here. Even if he was only a defensive tactic from the falling debris of a battle.
Green eyes shift from their usual irritated looking squint to a raised brow with equally confused expression widening the lantern’s gaze. The ship must have some really good systems, considering the shape of the vessel. I giant cat.. Not the direction he would go personally, but he would not pick on someone else’s vessel unless he felt the need to. He went back down to check on the people for a few, tend to any he may have missed being the only one here to really defend them from the rocks falling from the sky. When he heard what was on the intercom, he had to admit he was somewhat impressed with the sense of humor the pilot seemed to have. Maybe the universe has a better sense of humor than I thought. Once he was sure there was no injury to report (At least, nothing fatal that had not been taken care of before) he made his way back to where he had been previously.
Arms were crossed for a moment before a smirk passes the man’s lips at the words spoken, seeming rather pleased that the other was showing the same concern he normally would have. “No injuries that’ll kill anyone. Most everyone bumped into one another or scraped their knees tryin’ t’ get outta the way of a possible impact. What ya saw was my construct catchin’ the debris.” The man’s stance remained proud, arms remaining crossed though they’re more for fact of the matter being.. if his arms were crossed, he wouldn’t want to throw his hands everywhere when he talked. “My sense o’ humor is genuine bullshittery, ain’t a scratch on me. Even if there were, I’ve dealt with worse.” As the other seemed to get occupied with what he assumed was teammates, he moved so that his ring was facing up towards his face. “Ring, notify officers nearby the distress has been taken care of. Green Lantern two eight tone four-three, out.”
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