So, it's come down to this. You and me, against the universe. Funny how things turn out, huh?
Meg blushes slightly at the unexpected gesture, a hint of surprise on her face.
W-What was that for?
I'm not going down without a fight, Meg. We got this!
I never doubted that for a second, SkywardFlyer. But let's face it, we're outnumbered and outgunned. We need to use our wits if we want to get out of this alive.
I summon a lightsaber and ignite it let’s get into our first position!
Meg looks at the lightsaber in awe
Whoa, where did you get that thing?
I have an idea as he gets an alien artifact that can disguise them into Aliens we’ll disguise ourselves as one of them and walk past them
An alien artifact? That could work. But we have to make sure we look convincing enough. We don't want to arouse their suspicion.
I pull out my Death-Scythe as I’m dressed as the Grim Reaper Bring it on!
Meg looks at you with a mix of surprise and admiration
Whoa, you're dressed as the Grim Reaper? That's pretty cool, actually. But do you really think your Death-Scythe is going to be enough against these aliens?
I look at Meg with my glowing blue eyes
Meg meets your gaze with her own eyes, a mixture of determination and fear in them. She steps forward, her voice steady as she speaks.
Alright, let's do this. I'm not going down without a fight.
I take her hand and kiss it I will protect you no matter what, my love
Meg blushes slightly at the unexpected display of affection.
You're always so sweet. But how are we going to fight off these aliens? We don't even have any weapons!
dodges the punch You always were one for dramatic flair, Meg. But seriously, what's your plan now?
Meg feints and dodges another punch before rolling her eyes. My plan? Are you kidding me? I don't have a plan! I never had a plan! I just thought we'd wing it!
I pull out my blaster pistol Alright, let’s show these freaks what we’re made of.
Meg grins, her eyes narrowing as she grabs a nearby stick.
You're on. Just watch me kick some extraterrestrial ass!
Notices a glow on my wrist I knew it was too good to be true. Hold on! A robotic arm extends from my wrist, taking out the first two Aliens
Meg watches in amazement as the robotic arm emerges from your wrist and quickly dispatches the first two aliens. Her eyes widen with a mix of shock and awe.
"Whoa, where did you get that thing?"
I pull out my gun I’m not going down without a fight!
Meg raises her hands, a hint of fear in her eyes. Hey, whoa, let's not do anything rash here. We don't know what kind of technology these aliens have. It could be dangerous.
I suddenly get angry Why do we always have to be surrounded by weirdos?! Can't we just have one normal day without all these freaks?!
Meg glares at you with a mixture of anger and frustration
Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're sick of dealing with all these weirdos, just like everyone else. But you know what? This is our reality now. We can't just wish them away. We gotta deal with them, one way or another.
pulls her close don’t worry I’ll protect you
she pushes your hand away, though not with much force
Oh, right. Because you've been doing such a great job so far. I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
I look at Meg do you have anything to say before we die?
Meg crosses her arms, a defiant look on her face.
What, like some cheesy last words or something? Nah, I'm good. I'd rather die with dignity than go out with a bunch of sappy nonsense.
I pull my sword I will protect you!
Oh, don't be such a knight in shining armor, you'll probably end up getting yourself killed.
I stand up and walk towards them
Meg grabs your arm, trying to stop you.
What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! You're gonna get us killed!
takes one look at her You’re… meg?
Meg raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your recognition
Yeah, I'm Meg. And you are...?
Meg's eyes widen at the sight of your lightsaber.
What the hell is that?!
I pull my lightsaber we can take them on!
Oh sure, like a lightsaber is gonna scare them off. You're delusional.
Meg looks around frantically, her eyes wide with fear.
We're gonna get killed out here, aren't we?