[That ruckus coming from down near the lake? It’s absolutely Owen riding on Nessie’s back, having the absolute time of his life. With his arms thrown around her slippery neck and legs locked around her shoulders, he’s doing his best to stay astride as he whoops and hollers, but alas it’s only temporary. His grip falters and moments later there’s a tremendous splash as he’s thrown from his perch and lands in the shallows.]

Okay, but did you see that??

[He turns his unseeing eyes towards the nearest person he can sense, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.]

C’mon, you can’t say that wasn’t awesome!

Woah woah woah, lemme go!

[This isn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when it’d become obvious that he was somewhere foreign and entirely unknown. For all the bad that had come of the Javelin of Dawn, his work with the Dominion, and subsequent defection, Owen would like to think that he’d matured past such petty things like this. He was someone worthy of respect, a pilot, and commander of the most powerful Javelin in existence!

The vines don’t care about stunning personal development, the vines only care that he’s managed to wander near the pumpkin patch and that’s a giant No No in their opinion. Which of course, has led to Owen’s current predicament: he’s caught by one ankle and being held up over the ground as he struggles to free himself. It’s harder than he’d expect, and he’s feeling incredibly foolish for allowing himself to get so tripped up, so when the sound of footsteps alert him to someone in the area he tries to twist himself towards the noise.]

Hey, hey you! You want to help me down, I know you do, you’re a good person like that. Well, I haven’t met you yet, but I’m sure that you are, right?

[A video flickers on, revealing a young man with a heavily scarred face and unnervingly milky eyes, though the sheepish grin that crosses his face seems to belay any sort of discomfort that his visage could bring. He looks…almost embarrassed?]

Hey, so I get that there’s a lot of really weird stuff going on, that’s an understatement if I’m being honest, but, asking for a friend, has anyone seen a giant uh. Robot? Like, yeigh high [He reaches up off camera, frowning a little bit.] kind of thick, big guns? It’s kind of really important, at least that’s
what my friend says.

…the friend is me. Just so we’re clear.