[john hasn't trusted an organized body of civilization with a ruling government for decades. therefore, when he arrived on thisavrou and discovered that the savrii were Peaceful, didn't have a militant force, and relied instead upon a force called Intermediaries, he couldn't have trusted them less. so, to say he's not surprised about getting press-ganged into going to work on some planet, then said planet being a wasteland meant to kill them, is an understatement.
even if he wasn't exactly expecting to get ported off to some hell-hole. but you make do.
while this isn't exactly charted territory for big boss, he's not about to sit around and wait to die. walking off in any ol' direction had quickly (okay, maybe not quickly, unless you consider several lost hours of time expedient) shown him that whatever he was walking to was his Final Destination. especially after the second time of coming back around to a familiar rock formation, marking it, and then determining he was going in circles. with a General Direction figured out for him, the only things left to worry about were water and food. luckily for him, he was paranoid after decades of conducting a shadow war against a british man with a love of james bond villainy, so that meant he, at least, had starting supplies. some basic provisions, first aid, etc.
which meant that hunting his first panther? had honestly just been for sport. when there's nothing to do except survive and walk, learning to kill the local, homicidal fauna is never a bad choice. of course, that also meant going after the tooth-faced creatures would have to happen and he was never one to turn down a challenge.
that's where a stumbling refugee comes into play. maybe they were hungry, maybe they were curious, john doesn't know. what he does know is that they've practically walked right into the bait trap, a pile of fresh panther limbs, he's set for one of those alien monsters. and they're about five seconds away from getting themselves killed.
so he hurls a small stone out from behind the rock-formation he's currently hiding behind, hoping they'll get the message.]
(FAMILIAR PLACES)hail mary
[the last week had been A Struggle. actually, the last few days. the first part of the week had been absolutely fine. of course, after you lose your eyesight due a freak storm and have to stumble around in the dark, trying to find the ability to hear a pin drop so you wouldn't get eaten alive, days tend to get hard. how he hasn't died thus far, john honestly didn't know.
it's the din of voices and the scratching of footwear against the planet's dry and dead surface that finally leads him to the moira. or, well, what he hears is the moira. it's all anyone can talk or ask about once they arrive upon the behemoth structure. plus, the loud echo of footsteps on metal is a little bit of a giveaway that it's definitely something.
whether by help or by his own fortitude, along with a makeshift 'cane' that is definitely made from the bone of Something, john manages to find his way around. or, well, he definitely doesn't stumble into a wall or a doorway that's on its side or pieces of the warped ship sticking out. it's a minor miracle. he's almost glad he can't see the destruction; something that had taken the life of a kid and his dog.
when exploring turns out to be as productive as trying to go 'off-roading' on the planet, the old soldier, missing one eye completely and blind in the other, finds somewhere to hole up, check his inventory, and wait for the inevitable bad news.]
(CAST)catch me if i go
[he's makin a list, checkin it twice, gonna find out who's dead or fine, big boss is gonna find you.
whether traveling out in wasteland city or exploring the moira, john will be on the 'lookout' for those familiar faces from his own homeworld. the catch is, he's blind, so it's less of a lookout and more of 'hey, i hear a voice i recognize'. wanna avoid him? silence is golden.]
big boss | ota + cast
[john hasn't trusted an organized body of civilization with a ruling government for decades. therefore, when he arrived on thisavrou and discovered that the savrii were Peaceful, didn't have a militant force, and relied instead upon a force called Intermediaries, he couldn't have trusted them less. so, to say he's not surprised about getting press-ganged into going to work on some planet, then said planet being a wasteland meant to kill them, is an understatement.
even if he wasn't exactly expecting to get ported off to some hell-hole. but you make do.
while this isn't exactly charted territory for big boss, he's not about to sit around and wait to die. walking off in any ol' direction had quickly (okay, maybe not quickly, unless you consider several lost hours of time expedient) shown him that whatever he was walking to was his Final Destination. especially after the second time of coming back around to a familiar rock formation, marking it, and then determining he was going in circles. with a General Direction figured out for him, the only things left to worry about were water and food. luckily for him, he was paranoid after decades of conducting a shadow war against a british man with a love of james bond villainy, so that meant he, at least, had starting supplies. some basic provisions, first aid, etc.
which meant that hunting his first panther? had honestly just been for sport. when there's nothing to do except survive and walk, learning to kill the local, homicidal fauna is never a bad choice. of course, that also meant going after the tooth-faced creatures would have to happen and he was never one to turn down a challenge.
that's where a stumbling refugee comes into play. maybe they were hungry, maybe they were curious, john doesn't know. what he does know is that they've practically walked right into the bait trap, a pile of fresh panther limbs, he's set for one of those alien monsters. and they're about five seconds away from getting themselves killed.
so he hurls a small stone out from behind the rock-formation he's currently hiding behind, hoping they'll get the message.]
(FAMILIAR PLACES) hail mary
[the last week had been A Struggle. actually, the last few days. the first part of the week had been absolutely fine. of course, after you lose your eyesight due a freak storm and have to stumble around in the dark, trying to find the ability to hear a pin drop so you wouldn't get eaten alive, days tend to get hard. how he hasn't died thus far, john honestly didn't know.
it's the din of voices and the scratching of footwear against the planet's dry and dead surface that finally leads him to the moira. or, well, what he hears is the moira. it's all anyone can talk or ask about once they arrive upon the behemoth structure. plus, the loud echo of footsteps on metal is a little bit of a giveaway that it's definitely something.
whether by help or by his own fortitude, along with a makeshift 'cane' that is definitely made from the bone of Something, john manages to find his way around. or, well, he definitely doesn't stumble into a wall or a doorway that's on its side or pieces of the warped ship sticking out. it's a minor miracle. he's almost glad he can't see the destruction; something that had taken the life of a kid and his dog.
when exploring turns out to be as productive as trying to go 'off-roading' on the planet, the old soldier, missing one eye completely and blind in the other, finds somewhere to hole up, check his inventory, and wait for the inevitable bad news.]
(CAST) catch me if i go
[he's makin a list, checkin it twice, gonna find out who's dead or fine, big boss is gonna find you.
whether traveling out in wasteland city or exploring the moira, john will be on the 'lookout' for those familiar faces from his own homeworld. the catch is, he's blind, so it's less of a lookout and more of 'hey, i hear a voice i recognize'. wanna avoid him? silence is golden.]
(WILDCARD)
do what's in ur heart fam