QM 66 - "It seems to me you're doing excellently without any assistance."
66 - "It seems to me you're doing excellently without any assistance." - 'It Happened One Night'
I'll be the first to admit that me and D (that's my good buddy Ka D'Argo, for those of you who are just joining the insanity, already in progress) had a pretty damn unusual kind of friendship.
Now don't get me wrong-- at the end of things, I'd have given my life a hundred times over for D'Argo, and I know he would've done the same for me. In fact, he did, but that's not what here to talk about, got it? Anyway, we were more than friends, we were brothers.
But if you've ever seen brotherhood in action, you know that it ain't always pats on the backs and chest bumps and burping contests. Sometimes, only somebody you love that much can get you so frelling mad and riled up that you've got to scream, hit something or all of the above. So yeah, we fought and argued louder and longer than I've ever heard a couple of guys get, which stands to reason, since he was a huge Luxan warrior and I wasn't about to not stand up to him.
Trouble was, even though me and D understood that the arguing and stuff was just our natural state of being at the time, the rest of the folks on Moya during the infamous "split up" months didn't look as kindly on our shenanigans. In fact, they hated listening to us fight. Hated it. So hated it that they kicked us off the ship.
Yeah, you heard me: they kicked us off Moya.
Well, they didn't so much kick us off as we left to do something important and Pilot, Chiana, Jool and Moya herself decided not to let us back on until we played nice. As you can imagine, that went over like a damn lead balloon, so me and D'Argo just cooled our heels and did what we came to do until they all came to their senses.
Didn't matter that Jool and Chiana came planetside and treated us to a their version of Girls Gone Wild: Uncharted Territories Edition. Didn't matter that we needed some help rescuing Jool from a guy who wanted to drain her essence (and that's the nice way of saying it, trust me). Didn't matter that somehow, D and me ended up regaining consciousness in a display window after someone decided that I had pretty enough legs to pull off black stockings.
We were doing fine. We were at each other's throats, but we were doing fine.
Obviously, we got back on Moya, eventually. Showed them.
(429)
I'll be the first to admit that me and D (that's my good buddy Ka D'Argo, for those of you who are just joining the insanity, already in progress) had a pretty damn unusual kind of friendship.
Now don't get me wrong-- at the end of things, I'd have given my life a hundred times over for D'Argo, and I know he would've done the same for me. In fact, he did, but that's not what here to talk about, got it? Anyway, we were more than friends, we were brothers.
But if you've ever seen brotherhood in action, you know that it ain't always pats on the backs and chest bumps and burping contests. Sometimes, only somebody you love that much can get you so frelling mad and riled up that you've got to scream, hit something or all of the above. So yeah, we fought and argued louder and longer than I've ever heard a couple of guys get, which stands to reason, since he was a huge Luxan warrior and I wasn't about to not stand up to him.
Trouble was, even though me and D understood that the arguing and stuff was just our natural state of being at the time, the rest of the folks on Moya during the infamous "split up" months didn't look as kindly on our shenanigans. In fact, they hated listening to us fight. Hated it. So hated it that they kicked us off the ship.
Yeah, you heard me: they kicked us off Moya.
Well, they didn't so much kick us off as we left to do something important and Pilot, Chiana, Jool and Moya herself decided not to let us back on until we played nice. As you can imagine, that went over like a damn lead balloon, so me and D'Argo just cooled our heels and did what we came to do until they all came to their senses.
Didn't matter that Jool and Chiana came planetside and treated us to a their version of Girls Gone Wild: Uncharted Territories Edition. Didn't matter that we needed some help rescuing Jool from a guy who wanted to drain her essence (and that's the nice way of saying it, trust me). Didn't matter that somehow, D and me ended up regaining consciousness in a display window after someone decided that I had pretty enough legs to pull off black stockings.
We were doing fine. We were at each other's throats, but we were doing fine.
Obviously, we got back on Moya, eventually. Showed them.
(429)