I like your hat.
@biosurvive
sam tips it in return. now really wasn't the time to be getting or returning compliments, but he took a look at his would-be ally, cast a quick shooter's eye over the man's bulk. recognition colouring his face, the space cowboy gestures vaguely at the man with his modded six-shooter, "i like your... well everything."
raising the very same gun, he pops out from the cargo boxes he had been using as cover, before landing three quick shots. his bullets found their mark, two straight into the heads of a cerebus goon and his pal and the other on a flanker's jetpack, sending him spiraling into the ceiling.
the moment wasn't made to celebrated however, not when reinforcements came rushing in; bullets whizzing past them. he had to duck sidewards, a stray bullet nearly catching him by the ear. the action knocks his cowboy hat off his head, and sam watches in despair as it tumbles out of reach. "fuck — now, we might wanna get the hell out of here before we get overrun. show me that famous redfield manoeuvre i've heard so much about on the news."
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'The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.'
— Anatole France
independent & selective sam coe of starfield.
headcanon-based. under construction.
written by rider.
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