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[i]-Donny got hit a second time, this one dead-on in the center mass. He fell to a knee, about to topple as his muscles seized up. His 3A vest hadn't provided any insulation against the high tech weapon! Donny couldn't even force himself to grab for any other tricks at that moment. A new kind of pain then struck him in the back. [b]That goofy leader of theirs[/b]. He'd come more quickly than Donny had thought he would. The damn woman and her screaming had surely brought him. Donny clutched his arms across his waist, gasped loudly, then threw out his hands and pitched onto his side, gagging on the blood rising from a ruptured lung. His guns were nowhere to be seen, but his hands looked empty at least. Donny had weighed his options at that moment. Might he have silently unpinned a grenade to leave behind when he was teleported? Perhaps a small, black ring might have appeared on his right thumb after he threw out his hands, and with the weight of his fall the lethal nanowire cast into the air would take someone's head along with it.

But Donny's inner survivor was quick to point out the stupidity of such a thing. This was the fleet admiral and he was the only one not wearing a protective suit. If only he died, the survivors would likely refuse him treatment, and he'd just be beamed right the fuck back down to this barren scrap of dirt and wind. It wasn't worth the risk of being shot either, and Donny knew not precisely when he'd be teleported.
Donny stared back at Dino, hands empty, no rings or pins or knives in sight. Only... A cigarette. It'd appeared from between two fingers, a magic trick. He'd pull his gas mask off and toss it to the side, using his last breath on this planet to finally say something true.-[/i]

[b]"Not Buzz. *Cough*. Name's Fahst-Dahgree Donneh. Come bah an' see meh sometime."[/b]

[i]-He poked the cigarette into the corner of his mouth, and gave the Cap'n a pained little parting wave accompanied by a disarming wince.-[/i]