Botany Lesson

[frickingguardian]

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.

Comments

[frickingguardian]

Rocket lets out a cackle. "You, I like the way you think," he says, nodding as he looks over the plants. "Simple charges, that ain't hard. I can do that."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief isn't sure if this was a good idea or a terrible one. Rocket's cackling is not reassuring.

"Hopefully we won't need that anytime soon."

[frickingguardian]

"You say hopefully, I say I wanna see what the biggest thing they can blow up is."

Maybe mentioning this was a bad idea, Chief.

[prettycoolguy]

He regrets it. Oops.

"Just keep it to the homicidal supervillains," he advises. "Legion's not fond of loose cannons. Especially literal ones."