Bucky Barnes (
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-05-12 10:01 pm
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['Sup, Barge. Bucky has apparently made his way onto the planet's surface, and has somehow got his hands on what looks like a sniper rifle - it's a Walther Gewehr 43, in case we've got any weapons experts around. Not an American gun. He's dressed in a heavy looking jacket Stiles might recognize except it's black instead of blue, and-
Hey. What's that patch on his arm?
Oh.
About that.
Did he forget to mention?]
You know, for a group of hyper paranoid, beaten down wrecks of human beings, you're all pretty easy to dupe. Come up with some sob story, get those doe eyes going, and you'll believe anything, won't you? [He grins, and there are too many teeth in it to look friendly.]
I've got some bad news.
[Bad news for some, anyway. Bucky certainly doesn't seem to think it's bad news. It's sort of refreshing, to go back to showing your true colors after playing the kicked puppy for a couple days.]
Ned's planning a break out tomorrow during dinner. Crichton's in on it, too, and they're trying to organize anyone else who's willing to come with. If anyone wants to go after 'em, now might be a good time.
My good pal Cassel's another one of the stowaways from that other Barge. I don't know what his game plan is, but you might wanna make sure that doesn't get too far out of hand before he gets a chance to make his move.
[And with that all said, he starts loading the rifle almost lazily, like he's got all the time in the world.]
See, back where I'm from? My bosses have an expression: cut off one head, two more'll take its place. [You've heard him talk about HYDRA before, what they were planning and how they were going about doing it. He just lied about his involvement.] I figure the Barge isn't all that different.
[When he looks back at the camera, there's a viciousness in his eyes and expression that makes him look like a predator] You can run, you can hide, but we're always gonna be here to catch you. You can think the ship's dying all you want, but that doesn't change that you're still gonna be here tomorrow, and so are we. And we're not going anywhere.
[He finishes loading the weapon, clicks off the safety like he's making a point.]
Anyone who's interested in heading out and getting supplies to fix the damn ship can come with me. Anyone who's pissed off their friends were dumb enough to trust the new guy gets a bullet between the eyes. I don't miss.
[It's not said as a challenge. It's a fact.
There's a beat of hesitation when he reaches to kill the feed, and then chuckles darkly.]
Oh, yeah.
Hail HYDRA.
[Slightly Backdated Spam for Morgana]
[He's known since he got the idea that this game was never going to last forever. Eventually, people would find out who and what he is, and there's no point in hiding it.
The disturbance just pushed the date up a little, and the crash on the planet? Well. We can't have people running off, can we?
So he's already planning on outing himself and the others when he steps out onto the alien planet in his jacket, rifle slung over his shoulder, gun at his hip. He's not planning on sticking around for the fallout, because he's got other work to do, more important things to discuss.
And then he spots Morgana, looking like she's apparently planning on investigating where exactly they'd wound up, too.
There's some small part of him that almost feels badly about what's going to have to happen.]
Where are you going?
Hey. What's that patch on his arm?
Oh.
About that.
Did he forget to mention?]
You know, for a group of hyper paranoid, beaten down wrecks of human beings, you're all pretty easy to dupe. Come up with some sob story, get those doe eyes going, and you'll believe anything, won't you? [He grins, and there are too many teeth in it to look friendly.]
I've got some bad news.
[Bad news for some, anyway. Bucky certainly doesn't seem to think it's bad news. It's sort of refreshing, to go back to showing your true colors after playing the kicked puppy for a couple days.]
Ned's planning a break out tomorrow during dinner. Crichton's in on it, too, and they're trying to organize anyone else who's willing to come with. If anyone wants to go after 'em, now might be a good time.
My good pal Cassel's another one of the stowaways from that other Barge. I don't know what his game plan is, but you might wanna make sure that doesn't get too far out of hand before he gets a chance to make his move.
[And with that all said, he starts loading the rifle almost lazily, like he's got all the time in the world.]
See, back where I'm from? My bosses have an expression: cut off one head, two more'll take its place. [You've heard him talk about HYDRA before, what they were planning and how they were going about doing it. He just lied about his involvement.] I figure the Barge isn't all that different.
[When he looks back at the camera, there's a viciousness in his eyes and expression that makes him look like a predator] You can run, you can hide, but we're always gonna be here to catch you. You can think the ship's dying all you want, but that doesn't change that you're still gonna be here tomorrow, and so are we. And we're not going anywhere.
[He finishes loading the weapon, clicks off the safety like he's making a point.]
Anyone who's interested in heading out and getting supplies to fix the damn ship can come with me. Anyone who's pissed off their friends were dumb enough to trust the new guy gets a bullet between the eyes. I don't miss.
[It's not said as a challenge. It's a fact.
There's a beat of hesitation when he reaches to kill the feed, and then chuckles darkly.]
Oh, yeah.
Hail HYDRA.
[Slightly Backdated Spam for Morgana]
[He's known since he got the idea that this game was never going to last forever. Eventually, people would find out who and what he is, and there's no point in hiding it.
The disturbance just pushed the date up a little, and the crash on the planet? Well. We can't have people running off, can we?
So he's already planning on outing himself and the others when he steps out onto the alien planet in his jacket, rifle slung over his shoulder, gun at his hip. He's not planning on sticking around for the fallout, because he's got other work to do, more important things to discuss.
And then he spots Morgana, looking like she's apparently planning on investigating where exactly they'd wound up, too.
There's some small part of him that almost feels badly about what's going to have to happen.]
Where are you going?
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[But he grins at the camera anyway. Brave face. Stupid face. Same difference.]
First person to come after me loses an arm. You, though, you might lose two.
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The Chris that signs on is one that has a significant amount of pointy teeth that wasn't there before. Apparently Scott decided to finally turn him]
Get ready to run, interloper.
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Don't use words you don't know the meaning of.
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The ship's crashed. It's barely holding together anyway. It's not gonna hurt to get to safer ground.
[Please don't send anyone else after him. Hasn't he had enough yet?]
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WHO THE HELL IS I'll stop I'm sorry
You should've been more careful.
damn it
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You. I like your style.
I'm Lydia.
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Bucky. Nice to be appreciated.
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I've been here for a while, so let me know if there's anything I can do to help you.
Or anything else you might need assistance with.
[Yes, she's flirting. It's the easiest way to get things her way. Her Alpha made sure to tell her that a few times.]
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Hulk Smash.
[ He's watched this for days. It makes him sick. Makes him angry. ]
Try to hurt them. Any of you. I dare you. And if you do, I'll come looking for you. And then you'll find out who's the biggest monster on the ship.
[ There's a certain peace with knowing you're a broken, horrible person. Thank you, Hannibal, for the recent reminder. ]
I'll give you a hint.
It's me.
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure we all know about your little problem.
My work here's done, Doc. You've probably got bigger fish to fry.
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But don't worry. If you come near them, I'll make sure you know it, up close and personal.
[ And you know, maybe he should gut the infirmary while he's at it. ]
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I thought I'd explore.
[She thought she'd find some safe escape for those that want it. The people here can't send her back to Camelot: much as she hates it, the Admiral is her only hope.]
Where did you get that? [She nods at the rifle on his shoulder, glances down at the pistol on his hip.]
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He could just blow it right now, let her know exactly how wrong she was about this being a place they were going to survive. Every inmate was doomed as soon as the Admiral had gotten their hands on them, there's no hope to be had for them here.
Which works out pretty well for him.]
Found out anything interesting so far?
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He loves his new life so much. The X5 laughs a little when he begins speaking.]
It won't matter how many of them there are. The Admiral is still here.
I will assist.
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[Maybe. You're the loosest of loose canons, and Bucky is not going to think twice about shooting you if you become a liability.
Sorry, little buddy.]
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[Fuller might be dreaming, he might be literally going crazy, or he might be in so much trouble he doesn't quite know what to do about it. Still, he repeats this like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard.]
What happened to your skeleton nazi fighting schtick? Wait, wait, was skeleton nazi battles your sob story?
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This asshole.]
Nah, it's mostly the truth. The skeleton Nazi's my boss.
Although I guess he's not really a Nazi anymore. Don't think Hitler appreciates it when you start disintegrating some of his pals and a couple thousand of his men.
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[vague hand-waving towards the screen]
Evil-like.
An' what's Hydra? Is that something I should know? Should I know what that is?
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Unless the me on your Barge is some pansy star spangled asshole who doesn't know a good thing when he sees it.
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