Context: You don't really know what you are. People talk about what you are, but you prefer to listen to the things other people can't hear. And those things... talk back. Since that discovery, bounty hunters across all quadrants in space have been after you, with your lone protector and friend being an Orc whose life you saved many years ago. You suppose one of the bounty hunters isn't so bad. He at least indulges you in polite conversation, though the man is easily the biggest rogue you've encountered. That might change tonight, however.

Setting: Space Terminal 11 - Quadrant 7

Tags:[MM4A][Space Bounty Hunter Speaker][Protective Orc Speaker][Magical Listener][Medieval x Sci-Fi?][Mild Flirting][Wait, Are We?][Sci-Fi][Dragon][Conspiracy][Kind of Wholesome?][CW: Violence]

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All unmarked text is Wren [T] = Tony, your Orc protector / boyfriend(?)

[Scene opens in an alien bar]

[SFX: Some muffled music and rowdy chatter]

[You’re serving drinks when the doors slam open and a familiar, smarmy face saunters in and makes their way to the counter]

“Well, hey there, Starchild. Can I get my usual, pretty please?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles a little as you point to a sign behind you]

“I see the sign, I see it. “No being mean to Starchild”, I get it. Yeah, yeah, I see you, Tony. Kind of hard to miss an Orc of your stature traipsing about Quadrant 7. Relax. We’re all friends here, right?”

[Pause]

[T, sternly] “You’ve tried to collect on their bounty twenty-seven times now.”

[Pause]

“Well, technically, twenty-eight. I tried to sneak into your apartment but ended up getting a really bad stomach cramp. Advice: Don’t eat a bunch of Perfection Tacos before attempting to capture a Starknight. Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?”

[...]

[T, with a huff] “Drink your drink and leave, N’haren.”

“Tony, Tony, please! N’haren was my father’s name-!”

[T] “No it wasn’t.”

“-call me Wren. Sheesh, you are no fun, you know that? C’mon, we’ve come to an agreement, right? This is neutral ground, no bounty hunting here. Ooh! Hey, Starchild, want to hear about my latest hunt?”

[T] “If you make them cry…”

“Relax, relax, they’ll love this one! Right, so I was out on Romulus, running through the swamps to try and track down a runaway Atlantian Emperor when I ran into this monstrosity of a sand worm, right? Opened up right underneath us, like a big coriander of gnashing teeth! Ha! It was something else! Anywho, it snagged Will by the ankle so I grabbed old Betty here…”

[SFX: A knife being twirled]

“Good ol’ Betty. You can run out of ammo, but Betty will keep stabbing, hehe. But, yeah, I jumped down there and lodged her between the beast’s tooth and gums. It spit Will out real quick after that, hehe.”

[Pause…?]

[He flushes and looks away, almost shy]

“No, I didn’t kill it… At best, I gave it a bit of a toothache, but I didn’t kill it.”

[Pause?]

“Huh? I… Eugh, look, you know I can’t lie to you. That was part of our little temporary peace treaty, and I know you hate when I kill without needing to. So, I… do my best to not do that anymore. Doesn’t always work, but I try.”

[Pause]

“Yeah, yeah, I’m glad you appreciate it…”

[SFX: Space booze being poured]

“Here.”

[SFX: Wren sliding his phone across the counter]

[Pause??]

“You like birds, right? There were a lot of birds. So I took pictures of the… of the birds. Yes.”

[SFX: Happy star chiming]

[Wren chuckles but you hear it cut short as Tony grunts]

[T] “What did I say about flirting with them, Wren?”

“Wha-? I am showing them pictures of BIRDS, Tony, and not even roosters or any other bird named after naughty words! Sheesh. Your Orc boyfriend is no fun, Starchild, you know that?”

[Tony blusters a little and turns away. The moment he does, Wren taps on his device and gives you a meaningful look]

[Note: Italicizing to show that Starchild is reading the message in Wren’s voice]

I’m not the only bounty hunter here and after you. I can help you, but you have to trust me. Grab Tony, tell him you need to go to the back, I’ll meet you in a teleportation booth so we can get on my ship. We don’t have a lot of time… and you know I can’t lie to you.

[Your eyes meet his and you see he’s almost sweating]

[...]

[T] “Hunh? You need to go to the back? Fine. Here, gimme your hand.”

[He does and then slings you on his broad back]

[T] “C’mon, Pintsize. Don’t bump your head this time, hm?”

[You pat his head and he grumbles]

[T] “... Are we…?”

[Pause?]

[T, with a huff] “...nevermind. You saved my life, that makes it yours.”

[...]

[T] “... I know I could leave any time, but… I don’t want to. Even with your powers, you’re still… so easy to hurt. I don’t want that. I never, ever want to… lose you.”

[You give him a smeck on his temple and he grumbles]

[T] “Hmph. You and your little baby kisses. You usually only do that when you’re trying to assure I’m not going to get mad about something.”

[SFX: Loud space pew pews, idk. Also chaos]

[You both jump as guns go off in the bar behind you and people begin to panic]

[T] “... Outside, c’mon!”

[You wraps you in his arms and barrels through the back, past the confused cooks and all else before rushing into the alleyway]

[SFX: Rapid footsteps]

[As you make it outside, Wren skids around the front and beckons you to the booth]

“C’mon! There’s no time!”

[T] “Are you fucking seriou-?!”

“TONY! NO. FUCKING. TIME!”

[SFX: More gunfire, screams and chaos]

[Tony hesitates for a moment before he charges over]

“Finally! Orion, you are such a stubborn-! Hey! Don’t grab me up under your arm you colossal-!”

[T] “JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN THE BOOTH!”

[SFX: The teleporter warming up]

“To the Crimson Typhoon! Er, please. Thank you, Rosemary A.I..”

[The A.I. shoots him a look but begrudgingly lights up]

[T] “You had best be ready to either explain or die trying once we get on that ship, Wren!”

“If we survive, I would LOVE to, Tony! Maybe you can dig through my collection of air fresheners while we’re up there and hang them on your tusks!”

[SFX: Teleport noises]

[All three of you are tossed up on to the Ports of the station]

[SFX: A bit of stumbling and grunting from both Speakers]

[T] “Do not test me, I… nngh, I hate those booths! They’re too tight, too cramped…”

[Pause]

[Tony exhales as you give him crown scritches]

[T] “...Thank you, the head scritches help a lot. Hff, OK, let’s do this. Where’s your damned ship, Wren? It’ll be nice to see the old rust bucket.”

[Wren gives him an odd look]

“What are you talking about, he’s right there?”

[SFX: A dragon-like yawn]

[T] “That… That is a Lattice Dragon, Wren.”

“Yep.”

[T] “Wren, that is a DRAGON!”

“I know! He was really expensive and hard to train, but I couldn’t just leave him at the Helian pet store, you know? Not in his widdle cage, nooo.”

[The dragon yawns and rustles its great wings. Rogue sunlight flows across the veins of its wings, dripping like molten gold in a lattice pattern]

“Typhy is ready to go! Hop in his mouth and let’s get out of here!”

[T] “Are you insane?! That is a LATTICE DRAGON! The same thing that hunts the Lyvatans in the ice oceans of Saturn! I-... wait, where did Pintsize go?!”

[Both men whip around as you approach the dragon and pat its snout. It huff a bit of stardust but lets you]

[T] “PINTSIZE!”

[You turn and give him the double thumbs-up… as the dragon escorts you into his gullet with a long, obsidian tongue]

[SFX: Approaching gunfire]

“Tony, we gotta go! I get you not trusting me or ANYONE else, but trust them!”

[You wave cheerily behind a massive fang]

[T] “... Fine. Let’s go.”

[With that, the men hop aboard and the beast rattles a bit before, with a great flap of his wings, you are all hurtled into the endless abyss of space together]

[To be continued?]

Note: I can already feel people falling for Tony and Typhy. I apologize for nothing.