Who: Intelligence Program Epsilon and... oh my god friends and family. ♥ All together. What: WHY ARE WE HERE? Where: Valhalla, Blue base When: Just now!
[There is a very confused person on top of the base near the flag.
This was not what Delta last remembered. Where were Sigma and Tau and Xi? Lambda, Gamma, Omega? Was he alone again? Yes, he concluded, looking down at the mismatched armor he was housed in. Alone.
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[ So as far as Wash can tell, nothing has changed in this deranged little corner of the galaxy. The Reds are keeping themselves busy with whatever the hell it is they do on their average days, and a quiet sweep of the base hadn't turned up any trace of Epsilon's storage unit. Which. Isn't all that surprising, as he'd been pretty sure from the start that Caboose still had what he needed.
Which is unfortunate for Caboose.
Anyway he's skulking around Blue base with rifle ready, warily on the lookout for surprises and keeping a low profile while there's still daylight to burn. He couldn't trust the Chairman not to have had him followed, so better he make his move without the possibility of prying eyes.
Skulk skulk skul--
Okay that. Is the Meta, on top of the base.
This would be Wash instantly flattening himself to the wall and not making a damn sound. And reaching for a grenade. ]
[At this point, he is taking stock of his surroundings in a non-menacing fashion. The only item of interest is the communicator, which he picks up and inspects carefully.
After a moment he frowns and places it in a holster, deciding to trust to radio contact. He sounds mildly concerned.]
This is Intelligence Program Delta. Church, are you present?
[ Oh. He's not... sure if he's going to get yelled at or not.
Or possibly eaten, if Caboose's story is true, and uh, not that he's entirely worked out Caboose's explanations on what happened to Delta and the others, but.
--Fuck it. Priorities. He flies in the direction of the voice. ]
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This was not what Delta last remembered. Where were Sigma and Tau and Xi? Lambda, Gamma, Omega? Was he alone again? Yes, he concluded, looking down at the mismatched armor he was housed in. Alone.
Except for that voice that was very familiar.]
Church. Where are you?
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Which is unfortunate for Caboose.
Anyway he's skulking around Blue base with rifle ready, warily on the lookout for surprises and keeping a low profile while there's still daylight to burn. He couldn't trust the Chairman not to have had him followed, so better he make his move without the possibility of prying eyes.
Skulk skulk skul--
Okay that. Is the Meta, on top of the base.
This would be Wash instantly flattening himself to the wall and not making a damn sound. And reaching for a grenade. ]
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After a moment he frowns and places it in a holster, deciding to trust to radio contact. He sounds mildly concerned.]
This is Intelligence Program Delta. Church, are you present?
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[ Oh. He's not... sure if he's going to get yelled at or not.
Or possibly eaten, if Caboose's story is true, and uh, not that he's entirely worked out Caboose's explanations on what happened to Delta and the others, but.
--Fuck it. Priorities. He flies in the direction of the voice. ]
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