Not that I selected this with any sort of hidden agenda or anything.. :lol:
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“Name’s Rimmer,” said the man, shaking it manfully. “Ace Rimmer, Space Corps.”
“Where have you been all my life?” Jack wondered. Ace grinned back at him:
“Bread’s not buttered that way, big guy, but for someone as ruggedly handsome and handy with a plasma carbine as you are, I might make an exception.” Jack, incredibly, actually blushed.
“Are you like some sort of…hero, or something?” Rose asked, adoringly.
“Me, a hero?” Ace shrugged. “I’m no hero; just glad to be part of a great team; and you guys look like a great team to me.” He picked up a couple of fallen Sontaran blasters, cigar clenched between his teeth: “Now, if you’ll excuse me, lady, gentlemen; there are still a hundred thousand Sontarans between us and our ride out of here; I like those odds!” He bounded over the pile of bodies in the doorway and out of sight: “Smoke me a kipper, big guy! I’ll be back for breakfast!”
“I’m surprised he can get out the door with a head that big,” the Doctor sniped, taking his jacket back from Rose; both she and Jack completely ignored him, too busy gazing after Ace, breathing, in unison:
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Date: 2009-11-02 06:12 pm (UTC)***
“Name’s Rimmer,” said the man, shaking it manfully. “Ace Rimmer, Space Corps.”
“Where have you been all my life?” Jack wondered. Ace grinned back at him:
“Bread’s not buttered that way, big guy, but for someone as ruggedly handsome and handy with a plasma carbine as you are, I might make an exception.” Jack, incredibly, actually blushed.
“Are you like some sort of…hero, or something?” Rose asked, adoringly.
“Me, a hero?” Ace shrugged. “I’m no hero; just glad to be part of a great team; and you guys look like a great team to me.” He picked up a couple of fallen Sontaran blasters, cigar clenched between his teeth: “Now, if you’ll excuse me, lady, gentlemen; there are still a hundred thousand Sontarans between us and our ride out of here; I like those odds!” He bounded over the pile of bodies in the doorway and out of sight: “Smoke me a kipper, big guy! I’ll be back for breakfast!”
“I’m surprised he can get out the door with a head that big,” the Doctor sniped, taking his jacket back from Rose; both she and Jack completely ignored him, too busy gazing after Ace, breathing, in unison:
“What a guy!”