* STARBOY ’

          “ must  be  sufferin’  from  the  same  fault  then. ”  perhaps one in the same as amos was willing to try anything at least once. he didn’t bother to think too closely on the subject, confident that his impulse control was something of which he had taken at least a handful of steps towards controlling if for no other reason than because naomi would want him to but alcohol wasn’t one of those things that amos felt he had to work on. he knew when to stop, and he knew when he had a few more glasses left in him before he started doing anything stupid.  “ aw,  we’re  touched. ”  amos retorted teasingly, lacking the dry bite he might have used had he been talking to anyone else from the Nexus. the pathfinder and his crew, after all, weren’t the sorry pricks that kicked them off of the boat, that was all tann.

amos tipped his head to one side as he considered the ale and elias’ current lilac glass of sweetness with a casual shrug of his shoulders.  “ only  one  way  to  find  out. ”  amos poured a second shot, sliding it across the table, fully expecting the other man to be able to catch it before it slipped off of the table.  “ if  you  start  dancin’  on  tables  i’ll  make  sure  the  spectators  tip  generously. ”

his fingers catch the drink before the glass venture off the table .  the reaction is slower than his usual  ,  muddied by the couple of drinks he’d had before .  one thing was for certain  ,  alien alcohol beat the milky way’s by a longshot .  half the time he used same to tell him the makeup of drinks  :  give the percentage of what  WILL  knock him on his ass immediately .  he likes to drink  ,  not get pissed drunk at every chance he gets .  for a moment his mind drifts back to reyes’ whole  THREE DRINK  rule and he finds himself agreeing with it .  any more than that and  ,  well  ,  the pathfinder wouldn’t even be able to find a path to the bathroom .  

elias raises the glass briefly as a thanks towards amos before it goes down the hatch .  the mix of the drinks isn’t  ...  horrible .  the sweetness is there  ,  but it’s burned down by this one .  he’d cough if he wasn’t prideful .

                                     ❛   Aw  c’mon  ellie  ———   with  words  like     that     some  people  might  think  you’re     scared     of  losing  to  little  ol’  me   ❜

     ❛   right now , you’re more of a pathfailure ,   ❜     it’s muttered under his breath , eyes rolling up with exasperation   &   impatience .   sign up for the initiative they said , explore a new galaxy , it’ll be fun .   he never expected to end up on the human pathfinder’s team , staring down the barrel of a pistol , taunting death with well placed quips   &   sharp aim .     ❛   oh , no shit  ?  i was planning to DANCE with them , not shoot them .   ❜     he would , if the kett had a better SENSE OF HUMOR .   he edges to the left , glancing back to elias , waiting for the inevitable burst of energy .     ❛   any time this year would be great .   ❜

      the banter goes a minute too long .  he’s done with acting like he’s  STRAIGHT  out of highschool .  the pathfinder sounds a scoff and focuses on the task at hand .  in a blink  ,  he’s able to conjure the blast and toss it at the enemy  :  gravitational pull setting them up defenseless .  PERFECT  chance to get the last of the foot soldiers out in a go .  “  shoot .  ”   elias calls out as the gunfire from the enemy dies and bursts himself out of cover .  his brain rattles  ,   not entirely tangible  ,  <   pathfinder  ,  it is wise to consider the  ---  there may be foot  ---  a quick   ---   is adv  ---  >   that’s where the deafening screech sounds off . 

elias can’t tell if peter fires  ,  his senses immediately disorientated .  palms go for his ears  ,  pressuring down to try and  BLOCK  the noise .  it doesn’t help  ,  it ripples through his brain in concussive waves down until it’s very core .  is he even breathing  ?  he can’t tell  ,  his head hurts  :  feels like it’s being overloaded by the strength of the frequency .  he thinks he’s calling out for peter  ,  but it’s uncertain if the effects are being heard by his companion or if he’s just special .  it doesn’t stop  ,  not until he feels the dull pierce of a needle in his neck and he feels his body losing control and the noise and his sight fade entirely to black .

TIME PASSES IN A BLUR  :  being transported  ,  strapped down against a hard table  ,  shocked with an instrument elias can’t properly recall .  when he opens his eyes  ,  his vision is obscured .  he blinks once  ,  twice  ,  thrice to clear the tears .  SHIT LUCK  ,  that’s what he would call this .  the shittiest luck in the fucking galaxy .  his body aches  and  ...  he can’t move  ?   elias casts his gaze down and    ----   fuck .  he’s tied to  ...  peter  ?  fuck .  looks like his armor and weapons had been stripped  ,  too .  shittiest day in the fucking galaxy .  he nudges backwards in an attempt to stir the unmoving figure  ,  ignoring the strain in his body .  “   peter  -----   peter  ,  c’mon .  we can’t sit here .   ”