legionworld | Botany Lesson

Who| Rocket and you!
What| Rocket attempts to train a pack of plants. Attempts.
Where| Training gym
When| Pre-Tinker Tailor Hero Spy
Warnings/Notes| None.

Technically speaking, Rocket's plant creations didn't really need training. 'Suddenly become aggressive and smack people with thorny bits' wasn't that demanding of a task, and it was pretty straightforward. But Rocket knew of at least one plant who could be pretty damn clever (when he wasn't drinking from fountains like an idiot, or completely missing important things like don't start the plan yet) and it was enough to make him curious about what his constructs could pick up.

So far, the answer seemed to be 'not a whole lot'.

"Okay, now this is-hey! Pay attention!" he snapped, causing the pack of flowers to stop shuffling around on their roots and perk up their petals instead. "This here's the training room. We're gonna see what you can-quit poking that, what'd I just say?!"

The chastised flower scurried back to the rest of the pack.

Rocket blew out a sigh. "We're gonna see what you can do; maybe do a little teamwork. You guys do good, we'll work on shooting next."

That couldn't go wrong at all.

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And Donut completely ignores him as he marvels at the flowers suddenly surrounding him en-mass. He starts talking to them, sounding utterly amazed by their every movement and when one of the tulips wraps its leaves around his wrist, the red soldier all but beams at the willowy hold.

"Wow! How'd you get your leaves to do that?!"

"Honestly? No clue," Rocket admits with a shrug. "I know how guns work, bombs work, all that-this new super power stuff? No damn clue. I just go 'yeah, let's get these plants moving and bitey', and stand back."

The tulip's response is just to wiggle its petals at Donut's excitement. Granting them the powers of speech is apparently a little beyond Rocket's abilities.

That draws him attention back to him. Guns? Bombs?

"Were you a soldier too? Back home?"

"Eh...think more mercenary. Ish." 'Ish' covered a whole lot of the not quite legal territory. "Go out, get the thing, or the guy, or whatever, shoot a couple people along the way, maybe blow up a ship on the way out, whatever works."

".........."

He loses his smile. He's in the middle of a war against a pair of mercenaries who were hired to do just that except they planned to wipe out the entire planet and very nearly succeeded.

"You don't plan on killing me, do you?"

Rocket's ears splay to the sides as he heaves a sigh, giving Donut his best 'really?' look.

"You got some kinda deal with mercenaries? No. Besides, they made me make all my guns 'non-lethal'," he says, complete with airquotes. "So unless I start trying to beat you to death with something-which I'm not-" at the moment- "-you ain't gonna die."

He shakes his head. "Sheesh."

"Oh thank god because I am so over almost dying. It's getting pretty cliche at this point." He turns to him. "Do you know how much time it takes to wash off all that blood! I had to use three different detergents and don't even get me started on the armor polish!"

"See, you use something with enough range, you don't get covered in whatever."

It's something of a consideration when you have fur to keep clean in addition to your clothes.

"Anyway. Why do people keep trying to kill you? You aren't that annoying. Yet."

"Well yeah. That's why I use grenades. They're cool!"

"Well, Tex wanted to be Queen of the Universe and tried to take out the competition early on, but," his voice lowers, "Oo-Ohh, I showed her! Then there was Sister who crushed me with ship, and later there was Lopez head with the gun rail, AND AFTER THAT the alien who tried to eat me. Can't forget about Wash or the army of angry Tex robots. Oh! And the time with Locus when I tried negotiating a deal in Spanish and...."

He frowns, scratching his head. "Hmm... now that you mention it I have had a lot of close calls, but I don't know why." He shrugs. "All I've ever done was follow Sarge's teachings."

Rocket pauses for a long moment, taking this all in. Eventually, he just shakes his head. "And I thought I had people trying to kill me for weird reasons. Sheesh."

Then he tilts his head, peering at Donut. "Do I wanna know about the teachings? Because I got a gut feeling it's probably stupid."

"Well, I don't quite understand them all but that's probably because I'm still a Private. Sarge got promoted to Colonel and even Grif and Simmons made Captain." A frown. "Man, I am behind. I really need to start catching up before someone comes in and tries to usurp my place!" He sounds a little too worried.

"But how am I supposed to sharpen my skills in a place like this?! They don't even let us carry around live ammo. Man, this place sucks."

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