The thing about putting that extra work in and getting in nice and close so the other Legionnaires know what they're getting into is that it means Grif had to get as close as he could to the gate.
He's out of the way now but while he's moving equipment around, Rich notices a bootprint in the dust, from a moment where Grif was standing still.
He recognizes it. The squids catalog a memory, a time that Grif complained how how ridiculous the Athramites were about weird touches to his costume, before Rich pointed out the special treads were likely for traction since he's a speedster.
Shuddering, the tentacles withdraw and roll away, the purple color leaves his skin, and the glow leaves his eyes. He looks normal again.
He takes out a remote from his utility belt and presses a button to lock down the airlock so he can't try to escape on the cruiser.
"Oh, Grif, of all times to stick your nose in. This was one time you should've been selfish." The squids dig deep, for an old memory. "But I guess it was inevitable. You've developed one hell of a compulsive ass-risking problem."
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He's out of the way now but while he's moving equipment around, Rich notices a bootprint in the dust, from a moment where Grif was standing still.
He recognizes it. The squids catalog a memory, a time that Grif complained how how ridiculous the Athramites were about weird touches to his costume, before Rich pointed out the special treads were likely for traction since he's a speedster.
Shuddering, the tentacles withdraw and roll away, the purple color leaves his skin, and the glow leaves his eyes. He looks normal again.
He takes out a remote from his utility belt and presses a button to lock down the airlock so he can't try to escape on the cruiser.
"Oh, Grif, of all times to stick your nose in. This was one time you should've been selfish." The squids dig deep, for an old memory. "But I guess it was inevitable. You've developed one hell of a compulsive ass-risking problem."