RED: It's becoming increasingly obvious the farmsteads need defenses, the more beat up or fallen animals he comes across. Unfortunately he's just one guy, so he spends a good solid couple of hours finding stocky souls around the villages to come help set up perimeters. Yes, there are VoidTreckers that can help. It's also true that they don't know everything about this land, who owns what, and numbers always help more. He puts a call out for crew and starts a more organized effort to build perimeters around those farmsteads.
He's pretty sure the ones that could do it the most quickly have their hands full of trans-dimensional jelly monsters right now.
The storms are going to get bad, and the aggressive animals are worse. He's in a foul mood as he ties off some temporary fencing with rope, his ears still ringing from the last time one of the dralites did its level best to rattle his brain clean out of his skull. He's pretty sure he felt that right through the wires of his fin. But now that they've been run off (for the time being) the civilians can come out of hiding and they can do a quick job of this fencing. Maybe if he's super lucky he can shout out to someone that can magic up or superpower some materials.
At least maybe more people to murder the giant rats (chinchillas) or run off the Dralites would help.
CHINCHILLA HUNTING AND DRALITE WRANGLING
ORANGE and PURPLE: Once fencing in a few places has been set underway he sets out to clear the territory of aggressors. The hardest part is probably finding some of those chicks. The furry and slimy bastards really did a number on them. And he guesses there's just the one way to get rid of them that's not outright killing them (which seems to be the frowned upon option so he's doing his level best to not do it).
They can't effectively manage the other tasks with the these big aggression issues going on, so here Yondu is trying to find and rescue some of these damn chicks, or what's left of them, which he should have figured wouldn't be as easy as he suspected because babies are made to be hidden.
He's lucky that he has a weapon that he doesn't need hands for, but that doesn't make it easy when he's finally got his arms full of cantankerous birdchild and a fluffdemon comes along to make his life hard. "Ah, come on. The hell you gotta make my life hard for?" And the chick? Starts squalling bloody murder.
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He's pretty sure the ones that could do it the most quickly have their hands full of trans-dimensional jelly monsters right now.
The storms are going to get bad, and the aggressive animals are worse. He's in a foul mood as he ties off some temporary fencing with rope, his ears still ringing from the last time one of the dralites did its level best to rattle his brain clean out of his skull. He's pretty sure he felt that right through the wires of his fin. But now that they've been run off (for the time being) the civilians can come out of hiding and they can do a quick job of this fencing. Maybe if he's super lucky he can shout out to someone that can magic up or superpower some materials.
At least maybe more people to murder the giant rats (chinchillas) or run off the Dralites would help.
They can't effectively manage the other tasks with the these big aggression issues going on, so here Yondu is trying to find and rescue some of these damn chicks, or what's left of them, which he should have figured wouldn't be as easy as he suspected because babies are made to be hidden.
He's lucky that he has a weapon that he doesn't need hands for, but that doesn't make it easy when he's finally got his arms full of cantankerous birdchild and a fluffdemon comes along to make his life hard. "Ah, come on. The hell you gotta make my life hard for?" And the chick? Starts squalling bloody murder.