[ He takes it without a word, holding it while looking it over. After a few moments, he nods and looks back at her. ]
Thanks. [ Again. It's better, having a gun. He doesn't want to immediately trust that it's not going to backfire on him, but he can't look into that right now. ] I spent most of the day in the Recreation Wing, under orders from an 'Ackerman.'
[ It's weird. It wasn't actually that long ago since he listened to Freelancer Command and Carolina as leaders, but he spent quite awhile as one himself. The orderly manner of everything is new and not new at all.
Being a soldier was good. Being a Freelancer again was not. ]
[Vakarian's assignment. Aeryn probably knew that, but at this point they don't have enough people to get that picky about who's working with who. She nods, shoving her fringe from her eyes a moment later.]
If she gives you an order, you follow it ahead of mine. Until then, we'll be patrolling and keeping an eye out. Stay close, but don't shoot anything or anyone that's wearing one of these.
[She shows him her wrist and the cuff on it, even as the other hand flicks the sword and, with the sound of shifting gears, it compacts itself into a rifle like shape.]
Understood. [ ... Commando. Tucker would have a field day. ] There's no exceptions? Everyone who belongs has one?
[ He hoists up the firearm she lent him, twisting around to give their surrounds one last look. It was as calm as... well, anything, given the circumstances. For the moment. ]
[Yep. The sword just did. She takes hold of it in both hands, stepping past him and deeper into the corridor.]
Everyone we've seen so far. They wouldn't be talking to us if they didn't.
[Hence the apparent constant need for headcounts. Anybody who doesn't answer is either missing, dead, or a problem. She's honestly just hoping for the first two right now.]
I've never seen anyone without a cuff, and I've been here a while. Something's wrong if they don't have one.
[ Wash wanted to make sure there wasn't an exception that he accidentally grew suspicious of. Not that he's going to be anything other than suspicious anyway... but needlessly suspicious. He follows her, checking the sighting on the gun and nodding to himself. Satisfactory after all. ]
[It gets the job done. Cool factor is irrelevant. ....okay yeah it is pretty cool.]
It's fast enough that the instructors can't keep up with it, and no one's seen it. We don't know what it looks like yet. [a second's pause, then:] It can also camouflage itself, apparently. We might not see it at all.
[ That makes him uneasy, and he hesitates before actually responding. ]
Has anyone ruled out something using certain technology? Via energy readouts, scans—anything like that?
[ He's seen invisibility being used to kill before. Not to mention the other armour enhancements the Freelancers had; at the least, it makes him worried that it's something similar. ]
We don't have the equipment for that. The instructors might, but they're not the sharing types.
[All they've got--all she's got--is nightvision. Maybe heat or x-ray if any of those things from the sims is actually really ready to be used. Otherwise...]
[ Well shit. That's basically all he can come up with right now: shit. With a sigh as his only response, he peers around the corners they pass, even if it's not on their actual route—Agent Worrington, to be honest. ]
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Thanks. [ Again. It's better, having a gun. He doesn't want to immediately trust that it's not going to backfire on him, but he can't look into that right now. ] I spent most of the day in the Recreation Wing, under orders from an 'Ackerman.'
[ It's weird. It wasn't actually that long ago since he listened to Freelancer Command and Carolina as leaders, but he spent quite awhile as one himself. The orderly manner of everything is new and not new at all.
Being a soldier was good. Being a Freelancer again was not. ]
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[Vakarian's assignment. Aeryn probably knew that, but at this point they don't have enough people to get that picky about who's working with who. She nods, shoving her fringe from her eyes a moment later.]
If she gives you an order, you follow it ahead of mine. Until then, we'll be patrolling and keeping an eye out. Stay close, but don't shoot anything or anyone that's wearing one of these.
[She shows him her wrist and the cuff on it, even as the other hand flicks the sword and, with the sound of shifting gears, it compacts itself into a rifle like shape.]
They're our people. We're not after them.
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Understood. [ ... Commando. Tucker would have a field day. ] There's no exceptions? Everyone who belongs has one?
[ He hoists up the firearm she lent him, twisting around to give their surrounds one last look. It was as calm as... well, anything, given the circumstances. For the moment. ]
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Everyone we've seen so far. They wouldn't be talking to us if they didn't.
[Hence the apparent constant need for headcounts. Anybody who doesn't answer is either missing, dead, or a problem. She's honestly just hoping for the first two right now.]
I've never seen anyone without a cuff, and I've been here a while. Something's wrong if they don't have one.
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Okay.
[ Wash wanted to make sure there wasn't an exception that he accidentally grew suspicious of. Not that he's going to be anything other than suspicious anyway... but needlessly suspicious. He follows her, checking the sighting on the gun and nodding to himself. Satisfactory after all. ]
Anything else I should be aware of?
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It's fast enough that the instructors can't keep up with it, and no one's seen it. We don't know what it looks like yet. [a second's pause, then:] It can also camouflage itself, apparently. We might not see it at all.
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Any guesses on the size? Weight?
[ He saw the container it supposedly came in, but not the bodies. He doesn't want to make approximations from just that. ]
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[Just clicking. Incessantly clicking. She'll be hearing that in her sleep for weeks.]
My guess is it's human sized, but no one's found any tracks to say one way or the other. We're pretty much running blind.
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Has anyone ruled out something using certain technology? Via energy readouts, scans—anything like that?
[ He's seen invisibility being used to kill before. Not to mention the other armour enhancements the Freelancers had; at the least, it makes him worried that it's something similar. ]
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[All they've got--all she's got--is nightvision. Maybe heat or x-ray if any of those things from the sims is actually really ready to be used. Otherwise...]
We haven't ruled anything out yet. Stay sharp.
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