#arbitrarywayfarer

i do not want to waste our water

You’re crouched in the sand just behind the crest of a dune, eyeing the hatch that led to where you knew the leader of the rebellion to be living. You had a score that had yet to be settled, and it seemed like there may not be a better opportunity.  You’d been on a stakeout of the hatch to the makeshift town for quite some time now, the feeling of sand grating between the plates of your shell highly unpleasant, but decidedly tolerable for the sake of your task. You had to be patient. You’d watched the one-eyed Regulator leave roughly half an hour ago, and had waited a little longer just to be sure he was gone. Now confident that the Regulator was well away, you rise to your feet and brush the sand off of your tunic. You have work to be done. You start down the side of the dune and make your way towards the hatch, your shoulders squared and your posture straightened in order to carry yourself as authoritatively as you can. You pause just outside the hatch and kneel to lightly knock on it- What? You can still be polite before you get revenge for what he did to your army- before once again standing. Then, you wait, glaring down at the hatch as you wait for it to open.

yooooooooo holy fuck holy shit holy fucking shit these past few days have sucked somethin awful but wow i think things are gonna start lookin up mayor oh god i thought we lost ya i mean you may not be the mayor from our timeline but man i fuckin missed you so much holy crap this is like a literal dream come true best dream ever came ta life crawled right outta my fuckin ear an boom born into existence actively existing youre here im here this is real as fuck this is so real im living this is the fuckin best how is shit hangin on yer end like weather how ya doin

Anyways though hello who are you and how is your day

i do not think so sir