There's a lot to be wary of in their instructions. Because the justification of greater good for getting rid of copies of people? Yeah, doesn't sit right considering their current situation. Though it'd be easy for Yondu to go into any one of those battle scenarios and help clear it out (psychologically easy, he's sure it's still a hell of a challenge fightwise). He'd not give a damn about it while in the act and make it quick and clean.
He doesn't say it. Best not to mention it here and just see how this all plays out and mull it over then. Instead, he just offers to take a scouting device and an eyepiece, and once he's instructed on how to use it he goes to find some on his team.
"Hey, I'm better set-up to help out with Orange this time. I'm gonna help them out. Don't do nothin' that'll drag ya. It ain't worth it. We're showin' what kinda people we are just the same as we're doin' a mission."
Because no matter what they're equipped with, what they're gifted with, they shouldn't have to compromise a chance for a better moral standing or a calm nature for it.
Damn Spooked Animal - UNEARTHED WAR
He's been doing his best to mark safe routes with the scouting equipment, occasionally turning it over to someone on the equipment wagon near him so he can take breaks between using it. During one of those transitions, though, something spooks the wagon's big animal. It lurches forward and Yondu stands there for a solid two seconds wondering what the fuck just happened before he chases after. Before he can do anything much about it the furry bastard gallops right into a surprise warzone, cart and all.
All those animal handling classes that he wanted Blue to do? Yeah, he didn't manage to do much of those. Hopefully someone else can handle the big dumb critter can deal with that 'cause now he's gotta keep the equalizer safe until more people arrive to help him out. And first big issue? There's a very angry root system making its way towards him.
This is like suddenly facing the Red Sea and realizing you're only three-hundredths of a Moses. He is pretty sure this was reported earlier, people should be around, or coming to help, but for now all he can do is lunge forward, put his hands on solid bark, and angrily force one clamoring root to wind back through the others, hopefully veering them off course. He can hear fighting nearing and whistles his arrow up, and he hopes they can clear enough ground to plant this equalizer quick because thanks to this ox-flavored jack-ass now they're in a tight spot.
Cruel and Sunny - IDYLLIC LIFE
The quieter spaces are easier and harder to work in. Setting up the stuff is rough, but sometimes when he takes breaks he wanders off and takes notes in a physical journal. He'll ask some people their name, where they're from, what they do. He'll ask vendors what they're selling and says he'll make sure to spread the word.
Yondu's been in the habit of collecting the names and the stories of the dead ever since his first mission. He knows these people are experiencing a fleeting moment, out of time, where they shouldn't exist. But they still existed, and as has become his tradition he remembers them.
After a quick break from set-up, he returns with a page of notes to help finish everything up. "Alright, let's get all these down. I dunno about you but I wanna make sure this goes as smooth as possible."
Let it Be - HEAVY HEARTS IN REST
After a couple of days of helping lay equalizers, Yondu decides to just take a break at camp. He's tired, and has traded in his Ravager gear for his VT uniform (as usual, his coat over it). Though the weirdest addition to his outfit is that he's wearing his rucksack backwards, and in that rucksack is a little baby that he's minding until their mother gets back from being treated for injuries. The items in it emptied in a pile in his tent, and he's pacing outside of it.
Whistling notes of "Let it Be" are directed at the kid, lulling them to sleep in the blanket-lined cacoon, their small head resting against his collarbone as he tries to keep them calm 'cause he doesn't want child screams to create a cascading effect of juvenile squalling throughout this part of the camp.
Once it seems suitably asleep he quietly says to no one in particular, more like he's musing to himself. "I don't think Mother Mary is Mary Poppins in that song..." just as an idle, pondering thought that wandered its way to his outside voice where it had no place being, and is probably the lightest thing he's thought about in a bit.
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He doesn't say it. Best not to mention it here and just see how this all plays out and mull it over then. Instead, he just offers to take a scouting device and an eyepiece, and once he's instructed on how to use it he goes to find some on his team.
"Hey, I'm better set-up to help out with Orange this time. I'm gonna help them out. Don't do nothin' that'll drag ya. It ain't worth it. We're showin' what kinda people we are just the same as we're doin' a mission."
Because no matter what they're equipped with, what they're gifted with, they shouldn't have to compromise a chance for a better moral standing or a calm nature for it.
All those animal handling classes that he wanted Blue to do? Yeah, he didn't manage to do much of those. Hopefully someone else can handle the big dumb critter can deal with that 'cause now he's gotta keep the equalizer safe until more people arrive to help him out. And first big issue? There's a very angry root system making its way towards him.
This is like suddenly facing the Red Sea and realizing you're only three-hundredths of a Moses. He is pretty sure this was reported earlier, people should be around, or coming to help, but for now all he can do is lunge forward, put his hands on solid bark, and angrily force one clamoring root to wind back through the others, hopefully veering them off course. He can hear fighting nearing and whistles his arrow up, and he hopes they can clear enough ground to plant this equalizer quick because thanks to this ox-flavored jack-ass now they're in a tight spot.
Yondu's been in the habit of collecting the names and the stories of the dead ever since his first mission. He knows these people are experiencing a fleeting moment, out of time, where they shouldn't exist. But they still existed, and as has become his tradition he remembers them.
After a quick break from set-up, he returns with a page of notes to help finish everything up. "Alright, let's get all these down. I dunno about you but I wanna make sure this goes as smooth as possible."
Whistling notes of "Let it Be" are directed at the kid, lulling them to sleep in the blanket-lined cacoon, their small head resting against his collarbone as he tries to keep them calm 'cause he doesn't want child screams to create a cascading effect of juvenile squalling throughout this part of the camp.
Once it seems suitably asleep he quietly says to no one in particular, more like he's musing to himself. "I don't think Mother Mary is Mary Poppins in that song..." just as an idle, pondering thought that wandered its way to his outside voice where it had no place being, and is probably the lightest thing he's thought about in a bit.