37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch ☘️)
Just some 37th shenanigans✨
Bugs
"What are you up to?" Cypher asked, spotting Foxy sneakily hiding behind a ship in the hangar, his eyes peeking over it.
He jumped, surprised, and placed his hands quickly behind his back, sushing. The interpreter directed a pointed look at whatever he was obviously hiding, and after a moment of hesitation, Foxy gave him a mischievous grin and showed him what was caged by his palms.
A bright, lively moth wriggled from within his fingers.
"Watch this," he whispered, and Cypher stared as he stood out of the hiding spot and walked towards a ship two clones were working intensely.
Oh, this was gonna be great.
"You see if I put this thing here…" Ballast said, tinkering with the panel wires, tongue sticking out in concentration.
Jackal slapped his hands off the console, nudging him away. "Don't you dare touch my ABBA music."
"But what if—"
"Hey, guys!" Foxy called out casually, getting right behind them and placinh his hands between their heads. "Check this thing out."
They both turned around to face him, and froze.
He could actually see their faces morph in half a click from confusion to horror as they saw the creature in his hands, and then—
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME."
"KILL IT, KILL IT WITH FIRE."
High pitch screams filled the hangar as Ballast and Jackal springed back fast, trying to get the hell away from the colorful moth he was holding. Cypher was cackling in the background, struggling to get air in between uncontrollable laughter, and the chaos bringer had the biggest, shit eating grin in his face.
"FOXY, I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T TAKE THAT THING AWAY—"
"Awww, but she's harmless," the clone cooed, thrusting the insect closer to his frantic brother.
Ballast screeched again and threw a wrench, but it was dodged easily and clattered onto the floor. Cypher only laughed harder and Foxy snorted.
"If that thing so much as TOUCHES ME—"
"Relax, vod, it's just a bug. I have it under cont—
The moth wings fluttered for a moment, and took off from his palm before Foxy could stop it. Between the bright lights and the mess of tools and ship parts, it disappeared in a blink.
For a second, nobody moved.
The sharpshooter smiled nervously, feeling his brothers' murderous glares pierce him like a kebab. "Whoops…?"
And then chaos exploded once again.
"WHERE IS IT?"
"IT TOUCHED ME."
"Guys, it's okay, I'm sure it couldn't have gotten far—"
"THAT'S WHAT I'M FREAKING OUT ABOUT."
"BALLAST NO, PUT DOWN THAT EXPLOSIVE—"
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