While he wa busy shooting the soldiers, Harlequin barely catched with the corner of his eye the weird galra fidgeting with something on his arm. However, it wasn’t the right moment to worry about whatever that was. There were still plenty of enemies trying to stop him.
Focused as he was on shooting at the soldiers to clear a path, everything after that was a blur. Something hit him, and he could feel all his energy draining.
“W-what the…” before he could even realize what was going on, everything went black.
Ban’s gin widened as the oncoming guards began to stumble. He wasn’t sure what they unfortunate sensation they were experiencing, but he felt like a million GAC. Energy coursed through his body, and he was pretty sure he could lift a spacecraft if he wanted to.
One by one the other Galra collapsed, and Ban prowled leisurely toward the now-clear exit corridor. He turned toward the enraged being who had been battling alongside him.
“Ye can calm down now, thanks tae my new toy our path is clear…oh.”
The stranger was collapsed in a heap.
“Huh, guess it had a radius after all. Heeey, are you deid ♫?
He knelt by the smaller figure, checking for a pulse. Good, he was just unconscious. If this kid really was what Ban thought he was, then the last thing he wanted to do was kill him. Pointed ears pricked up at the sounds of more boots approaching. Tucking the stranger under one long arm, he raced toward the exit, the stolen power giving him an incredible speed boost. They’d closed the blast doors, but he simply pried them open with brute force.
He dropped below the ship’s gangplank, ducking into the shadows. A few more guards raced past, but Ban was in his element. He’d learned long ago to work with his nigh-on-8ft height. There were very few things he couldn’t climb, or squeeze himself into. He made his way silently toward the back of the docking platform and freedom.
His own little ship, the Vulpecula, was docked in the woods beyond the landing pad. He was grateful for little backwater spaceports. The Empire sometimes got lax, but that was to be expected when you’ve been ruling for millennia unopposed. Of course, there was talk now of some lion mechs or whatever suddenly causing trouble, and security was on the rise. Ban wanted to make sure he pulled off this heist before things got complicated.
Mission accomplished. Well, almost. Now he had to get safely into space before this purported recoil kicked in. It would be embarrassing if he got captured due to passing out just before making the getaway.
And there was the small matter of his unexpected guest. He dumped the stranger rather unceremoniously on the floor beside the captain’s chair. First things first. He guided the vessel out of the planet’s gravitational pull, then plugged in the coordinates for one of his favorite hideyholes in the nearby asteroid belt. Once on course, he turned back to the unconscious stranger.
Aside from some scratches, he seemed unharmed. He was, however, covered in weapons. Ban had removed at least three knives, some sort of small blaster, something that appeared to be a collapsible spear, and something else that seemed to be a grenade before he gave up and simply stripped the kid of nearly every article of clothing aside from those that most furless beings seemed to deem necessary.
Satisfied that the kid wasn’t going to hurt himself or accidentally blow up Vulpecula, Ban deposited him below in the sleeping quarters, locked up the pile of weapons and clothing, and headed back to the bridge for a well-earned drink. If he was going to pass out anyway or possibly die (unlikely), he was going to do it happy.
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