NERF IT UP

[partofaplan]

It's about midday, the day after the pigs showed up to cause chaos, and that's when a loud beeping comes from all panels capable of transmitting comms signals.

A second later, a voice, and face, if you're near a viewscreen, pops up.

"Goood afternooon fellow passengers of the USS Enterprise. Legendary Outlaw and Guardian of the Galaxy Star-Lord, here, interrupting your normally scheduled comm traffic to bring a very important announcement."

Seems like Mr. Quill isn't done with his hacking escapades... Except this one seems to have worked.

"So... We seem to have a bit of a porcine problem, don't we? And, despite the valiant efforts of our security teams, it doesn't seem to be gettin' any better, huh? Well. I got two words for ya..."

He bends out of the view of the feed, coming back up with a bright yellow plastic gun.

"Nerf. Guns." He grins, obviously proud of himself. "Tried and tested. I figure it's more humane to blast 'em with foam bullets than vapourise the poor things... Even if I ain't had real bacon in a while. Plus, I'd hate to see one of these things end up in your fancy engine, or somethin'."

A pause.

"I know I ain't supposed to be hackin' into ships systems. I picked the least busy time in your subspace comms, and, hey, you folks don't make it a walk in the damn park. Anyway..." He scrubs the back of his head. "I'll make it easy for ya. Deck 7, Room 752. I ain't goin' nowhere, so, if you wanna toss me in jail, go right ahead."

And then a grin again.

"Until then, anyone who wants to Nerf it up, come on by. We got all kinds'a toys for just about everyone."

He's going to reach up and switch off the monitor. If Q wanted a show, fine. He was gonna get one... But no-one said nothing about other people not enjoying it. He grins to himself, clapping his hands together and turning to the replicator.

Things were about to get interesting.

((OOC: Open over the comms, in person, out and about shooting pigs... anything and everything. Come at me!))

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[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Nerf guns?" Gaila asks, peering up the nearest PA speaker. What the...

The acting ensign turns on her heel and makes her way over Deck &, Room 752, glad that today she'd swapped out her normal loose trousers for leggings and knee-high boots.

"Nerf guns," she repeats once his door swishes open. There are some raised eyebrows.

[partofaplan]

And there's Peter Quill, stood there with a Nerf Rifle slung across his shoulder, grinning like a kid in a toy store.

"Nerf guns." He confirms. Yes. He's 100% serious.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

There's a helpless hand gesture.

"Is...this a human thing?"

Help the poor confused Orion, Quill.

[partofaplan]

"Could call it that."

He gives Galia an appraising look, before grinning and turning to the Replicator.

"Computer, uh... Gimme a Nerf N-Strike Demolisher 2-in-1 for the lady." And one acknowledging beep later, a bulky-looking orange plastic gun appears and he holds it out to Gaila.

"They're kids toys, but... hey. They're effective against pigs."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She takes the weapon from him, adjusting her hands to try and find the right grip. She's not entirely unfamiliar with weapons. Well. She's done Basic. Phasers are fine.

"To...bring them down?"

[partofaplan]

"I thought you Starfleet folks were all humanitarian and shit." Quill comments, turning his back on her to grab a plastic bag full of ammo for her. "Naw, these're to corral them. Your Security folks've got forcefeld cells in place."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"I've done my time as, um. What's it called...swineherd?"

Still, she's looking altogether more cheerful now he's clarified what he meant.

"And the name's Gaila. Gaila betIlley," and she offers him her hand.

[partofaplan]

And he takes it, shaking it, offering her a wink. "Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord." That last bit may be mumbled.

"I'd like to think of us as Pig Cowboys, darlin'. Sounds better."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She bites down on her bottom lip in a futile attempt to stop a smile. 'Star-lord'? Well, hey, Cutie mumbled it! Can't be that relevant.

Her skin is human-warm to touch, but the closer she stands, the more that she smells vaguely of plant.

"Pig Cowboys. Cowgirls. Cowpeople?"

She shakes her head. "Pig Cowboys it is."

[partofaplan]

"Gender-neutral term, of course." He remarks. He leans forward on his table, still grinning.

"Take it you don't need a crash course on usin' these bad boys, do ya?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Hey, I managed to pass Field Training, thank you very much."

Just.

[partofaplan]

"Alright." He says, raising his hands, still grinning. "Well, there ain't no safety, no settings, nothin'. Just point'n shoot. Plain and simple."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She grins. Sometimes simple is fun.

"Thank you," she says, and then tosses him a salute. "See you around the hallways, then."

[partofaplan]

And a lazy salute to the temples back.

"Catch ya later, darlin'."