Commander Kadros: Sit At The Kiddie Table

You let him have the first one, since you did upset him. When he goes to ram you again, though, you pivot aside and toss him with his own momentum, landing him flat on his back on the sand. "Enough," you say firmly.

 

You growl and roll back to your feet, priming your flintlock-- but on meeting his stern gaze, you falter, retreat a few steps. Attacking an adult, are you insane? He's probably got guns longer than your whole body. You've fought yeti and behemoths, sure, but they weren't trolls, they weren't... Bel.

You stuff the pistol back in your strife deck and stalk off to sit on a big rock with your back to him and your arms wrapped around your knees, entirely aware you're being ridiculous but also still too seethingly angry to care. What a dick! What a colossal dick.

 

Well, at least he has the sense not to escalate to armed conflict. You're still going to keep him in your periphery. How in the world did he grow up to be your fearless leader? Maybe you've forgotten quite how stupid childhood really was.

You sit back down on your boulder and get out your handheld device, trying to get a signal. If this Alternia uses a compatible internet format, does that mean something?

 

You keep just enough of an eye on this older, stranger Bel to see him pull out a communication square, and feel formlessly uneasy until a series of thoughts connect up about the thing. What if he trolls Pancho? What if he trolls Galley? You don't really know anything about where he's from or what he's been up to, for all you know he's a killer space marine who eats Helmsmen for breakfast.

You flip your own phone out— Jethro got it for you and drew a very bad picture of a bear on the back and you love it— and text Pancho as quickly as you can, suddenly grateful that Jethro programmed the whole extended mess of quadrant corners into your contact list.

FG: This is ERskin hallo
FG: Urgent message
FG: Our Bel is now An Adult from Somewhere Else?! !
FG: Magic Time Things happpnd
FG: Not lying
FG: Don't tell him anything Sensitive for Now I literelly kno nothing abt him yet
FG: EXSEPT HE'S STILL A DICK

You snap a quick four-second video of the adult Bel sitting on his rock and tapping on his phone and pretending not to be paying attention to you, then send that along to Pancho as well.