Hulk Out

Raphael quickly initiated the warp on his capsule. The asteroid belt quickly sped away from view, along with the giant shape of the Sleipnir-class command ship. The ACS station quickly came into view and Raphael made no hesitation to request permission to dock. The permission came quickly and Raphael docked even quicker.

After settling into the dock and safely away from any harm, the technicians came to release him from his pod. He nearly fell out, trying to get out so fast as he clawed his way into the light. He choked for a second on some of the oxygenated liquid before taking a deep breath...

...and using it to curse aloud. "GODDAMMIT!"

The technicians took a step back, surprise on their faces. Raphael slammed his fist on the ground before shakily getting to his feet.

"SON OF A BITCH. AGAIN! FUCKING AGAIN!" He stomped his foot, not caring that he was now shouting and throwing a tantrum while naked. He spun about and driving his fist in a crecent-punch motion, he pointed at one of the technicians.

"THAT MAKES FUCKING TWO! AND I JUST GOT THE DAMN THING!"

The technician took a step backwards, unsure of what the raving, nude madman was shouting about, or what he was going to do.

Raphael calmed down a bit, his voice lowering several decibels. "Two fucking hulks in the same goddamn week!" He took several deep breaths to try and control himself before he broke out into shouting again.

"How did two different goddamn enemy organizations find me in what was supposed to be a backwater safehaven!?! First, Electus Matari, and now the goddamn Ushra'Khan! What the fuck are they doing, trading notes!?!"

He shook his head, furious. "And I just rigged the goddamn thing."

One of the technicians, sensing that the shouting was starting to subisde, tried to creep closer, a medical gown in hand for him.

Raphael turned away, not paying attention. "Knew right how to find me. Goddamn bastards."

The technician got within a few feet when Raphael suddenly spun about, stopping him in his tracks.

"And the goddamn things cost an arm and a leg now! Whole world's gone to hell while I was away!"

In an attempt to get him clothed, but while trying to stay out of harm's way, the technician tossed the gown, the light cloth draping over Raphael's head.

Raphael stood there for a moment, looking like a low-budget ghost. His arm slowly rose, grasping the gown before slowly pulling it off of him, revealing his furious face.

The technician, now completely unsure of what to do next, took a step backwards. Seeing Raphael take a step forward in response, the techinican quickly spun about and began to run, Raphael in pursuit right behind him.

The other three techinicans stood in horror as their coworker was chased around the pylon area by the crazed, wet, and completely naked miner.