shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

"Sounds more like RACK to me," Ford says under his breath. He's used enough swords in fights that he personally would not allow one within fifty yards of his naked body in a sexual context, thanks.

 

There's things humanity doesn't even have the slightest clue of out there. But if I'm- if we're doing our job right, they won't ever have to witness he worst parts first hand.

It's probably because they didn't call for your involvement. A war rolling over a planet is different from them being freed from tyranny.

[He glaaaaares.]
Yeah you're some kind of sentient galra war machine alright.

 

Two out of three isn´t bad. Sentient, yes, Warmachine, yes. Galra, whatever that is, no.

 

They're the ones aiming to enslave the entire universe. Their Emperor wants to gain control of Voltron at all cost. He won't succeed. Zarkon is going to go down, it's just a matter of time.

 

Good luck! -that´s almost sincere- Try not to pick up too many of his bad habits.

 

They don't exist in the one this Starscream is from, if I'm not mistaken. Lots of other universe-conquering empires, Cybertron included under Nova! But no Galrans.

 

Spoiler: vague allusions to season 2 content

[That seems to have struck a nerve.]
He doesn't have any influence on me, just because I'm-

[He visibly cuts himself off, looking away and muttering something too quiet to hear. It sounds almost like a mantra. When he manages something vaguely near calm he looks up at Starscream again, eyes burning with furious determination.]
Most of his empire just needs hope to throw off their shackles. Princess Allura leads an alliance, not another empire. We bring freedom to the universe.

[He nods, but doesn't otherwise respond.]

 

Yeah, been there, tried that. Again, good luck.

 

Maybe you should have tried harder.

 

-snarling- Don´t talk about what you know nothing about. I sincerely wish you sucess but you´re not going to get there on naive optimism.

 

"Naive optimism mostly gets you ass-fucked," Ford grumbles.

 

Ford is slightly boggled, but he shrugs. "This has also been my experience."

 

[He 'hmpf's and turns away loudly. He doesn't need anyone's advice! Least of all some moody giant robot!]

 

[Dick, still draped on the bed where Jason left him to posture at the new kid throws himself into his best 'Draw me like one of your french girls' pose. His voice is almost ridiculously cheerful.]
I resemble that remark!

 

Ford cracks up completely. "I didn't mean that in the pleasant sense of the word. But congratulations! Your temperament is vastly improved since the last time we spoke to each other."

 

[Evasive maneuver, go! He turns up the brightness of his smile another bit.]
Flying is good for the soul.

 

And mine.

-Right. It´s going to be like that is it? starscream is going to ignore him right back-

That I can agree with.

 

Always is, isn't it? [Ignis, who has been ignoring all the squishy byplay in favor of dancing, rolls himself out of the silks to the ground; the poles stay up, but the ribbons vanish once he's on his feet.

He snaps a salute off to Starscream, but doesn't seem inclined to make a fuss right now.]

 

Free from everything, even gravity, for just a moment. Though I suppose you guys can probably manage more than just risky leaps.

 

You know it. [He grins, stretching his wings out.] There're whole dances done in the air, no supports necessary.