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[not-inkansas.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of things that Col. Miles Quaritch has gotten used to seeing on Pandora.  A non-exclusive list includes large animals grabbing his men and eating them; men suffering from all sorts of new and deadly poisonings from the native wildlife; tall blue creatures shooting arrows that can occasionally knock through bulletproof windows at just the right angle and speed; and all sorts of other things which we need not go into detail about here.

One thing he is not used to seeing is the Mess Hall transformed into a bar.  It might occasionally devolve into being a pigsty in his opinion (particularly if whomever has KP isn't on the ball or is looking for trouble), but a bar is...quite unexpected.  So as soon as Col. Quaritch comes through the door into a very unfamiliar room that is in place of a very familiar one, he draws his gun and reaches for his breather unit.

"What the hell sort of joke is this?"

(Tinytag: Miles Quaritch)

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[hallelujahpilot]

"Read it in a book, sir."

[not-inkansas.livejournal.com]

Quaritch smiles back. "Same one I read it in?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She grins at him. "Must be."

Right, strawberry.





Okay, these are good.