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Lars shook his head a little bit as he stood up, almost as if he was trying to literally shake the dust out of his head. Then he heard a voice. As someone who spent much of their time either being shot at, or shooting at people, you picked up some damn good reactions, the stranger finding himself with a pistol pointed at him before Lars had even turned. As the hunter rotated the rest of his body into position, and pulled his gun closer to himself, supporting the recoil. Not that this particular gun had any recoil, but he had fired more pistols that bucked like mules than he did with ones that seemed to treat Newtonian physics as a suggestion than a rule.

He was surprised to be seeing an elderly man standing across from him, but not fooled. Everyone who was on the Alcatraz was going to be dangerous, regardless of what they looked like. Keeping his gun trained, he tapped the side of his helmet, which pulled up to reveal his own mug. The scar that ran from his brow to his jaw, the tattoos on his scalp, the beard... Exactly what you'd expect of a hardened criminal.

"No offence old man, but I'm not seeing the use in sticking with you. I'm sure you've killed people, since you wouldn't have been stuck on the ship otherwise, but..." He eyed the other prisoner up and down. "I'm not sure how much use you would be from a survival standpoint." He had to look out for one person, and that was himself, especially since this was an unknown world on the edge of the galaxy. If he wanted to get off this rock, he couldn't be wasting time and energy, the prisoner switching from his pistol to his rifle in one smooth movement. As he did so, the glove he was wearing beeped online, a faint blue glow emanating from the fingertips.

"And, let's be honest, I'm sure a man like you appreciates the 'look out for number one' mentality."

[@The Angry Goat]