[ His smile falters a little, caught somewhere between frozen and outright confused.
The Badoon suck. Peter wouldn’t be caught anywhere near their home world, if he could help it, and he tries not to do business with those assholes. Too unpredictable. Too inclined to shoot first, ask questions never. But whoever this is (Angela, apparently, according to the username) seems to think this happened, which is seriously weird. ]
I— can’t say I remember any of that.
[ Unless he got seriously blackout drunk for the duration of said rescue. A possibility, he admits, but probably not a strong one. ]
... So, uh. I’m probably from before then? I guess?
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The Badoon suck. Peter wouldn’t be caught anywhere near their home world, if he could help it, and he tries not to do business with those assholes. Too unpredictable. Too inclined to shoot first, ask questions never. But whoever this is (Angela, apparently, according to the username) seems to think this happened, which is seriously weird. ]
I— can’t say I remember any of that.
[ Unless he got seriously blackout drunk for the duration of said rescue. A possibility, he admits, but probably not a strong one. ]
... So, uh. I’m probably from before then? I guess?
[ A pause. ]
Like. Way before.