Foetsch thrust his hands into his pockets nervously, and shifted his gaze around the room. "W-well... I'm Doctor Will Foetsch, Ph.D., professor of Xenobiology, personal assistant to Doctor XiaoBei, expert mechanical engineer, if I do say so myself... And I want to go back to Zhukovsky. It's icky here. W-where are we, precisely? I mean, I know we're on Planet Malta... But..." The Doctor trailed off.
Foetsch bent down and dusted off a small spot on the floor, before seating himself awkwardly, nearly collapsing. One of the soldiers quickly leveled his rifle at the doctor, and with the distinct "Clack-CLACK" of a rifles charging handle, the doctor was on the floor in a heap.
"W-what? I didn't even fire..." The guard stammered out.
Foetsch peeked out from the gaps between his fingers, and realizing he was still alive, nervously righted himself. "Sorry about that, I don't exactly like fools with guns... They make me nervous." Foetsch switched his gaze at Death Runner, and awaited a response...
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