Message 14: Deja Vu Something Awful [Closed radio channel; filtered to anyone in Halo/PF armor]

[unrecovered]

[Wash is terse and obviously very unhappy. Not a good situation.]

In case anyone missed Luna's post, we've got four big Nightmares in the city. One of them is the Meta, or at least a Nightmare version of it, which means it's worse.

It still behaves like the Meta, which means it'll go after AI. Anyone in armor is a target, so no one goes out alone. North, South, Epsilon, you're with Carolina. Church, York, Grif, you're with me. Noble-Four, Noble-Six, either pick a team or stick together. Call for backup if you see it. Don't be a hero, don't be an idiot, and don't get killed.

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[spaceracist]

We got Three here now, too, so Noble's gonna stick together on this one. Ain't none of us got an AI, so we'll be on recon.

[Jun may have been pulled from a desk job, but if there was anyone better at recon, well, Emile had never worked with them. Although that does bring up something useful.]

Anyone got a sniper rifle they ain't using? Noble-Three got pulled in without a weapon, and we can't exactly restock from the frigate with the portal closed.

[chatterbox_recon]

They didn't really equip this suit to carry a sniper, sadly.

[Oh, recon out in the field how he missed you. He definitely sounds excited.]

[spaceracist]

Bet your Spirit could carry it. He's big enough.

[And like an overexcited puppy dog, but.]

[chatterbox_recon]

Yeah, make Carter lug it around for me. [He chuckles] Nah, I can manage. It'll be nice to carry one again.

[Carter yarfing excitedly in the background? Yup!]

[spaceracist]

You can have my grenade launcher till we find somethin' more accurate.

[Aw, Emile letting one of his weapons out of his sight! How nice.]

[chatterbox_recon]

[Man. That doesn't happen ... ever. Jun's wondering if he should feel honored or frightened should anything happen to it.]

I appreciate it, man.

[originalcopy]

Sorry, but I'm hanging onto mine.

[spaceracist]

Fair enough. Don't need anyone weaponless for a fight. This thing ain't exactly cookies and cream.

[originalcopy]

did you just say "cookies and cream"?

[spaceracist]

Yeah? Got a problem with that?

[Maybe he's been spending too much time feeding sweets to his Spirits.]

[originalcopy]

No... [Snerk] It's just, kind of... lame.

[like tea parties with ponies lame]

[unrecovered]

[Now there's an idea.]

Nope. If North doesn't have a spare, yours is going to Noble-Three.

[fearmylaserface]

Wash, if the asshole doesn't want to give his up... We both know that I'm as likely to hit friends or myself as I am an enemy.

I've already shot Allison.

[Hey, he's totally better than the Alpha in one way. He knows his limits.]

[originalcopy]

Hey I can actually use mine, jackass. [not well, but hey he's at least managed to hit... Caboose. Wyoming too, although he doesn't remember it.]

[fearmylaserface]

You keep telling yourself that, Alpha. One day, it might actually be true. But I doubt that much, seeing as a Freelancer couldn't even train me.

[unrecovered]

Good point. Give yours to North.

[guerriera]

Where are you?

[Business-like. But she'll be over to get him soon as he gives her an idea of where to go.]

[fearmylaserface]

Carolina, just for reference? You aren't throwing me in a room and locking me away. Got it?

[originalcopy]

Like hell it is! And what am I supposed to do then, talk sternly at it?

Maybe I can throw treats at it... Get Epsilon's fatass pet to sit on it.

[unrecovered]

No, you're supposed to stay in the hotel. You're not going to be in this fight.

It's not like you know how to use it anyway.

[unrecovered]

That doesn't make you less of a target. You should know that better than anyone.

[The Meta only went after him, what, twice in the same battle?]

I'll see what I can dig up.

[spaceracist]

[Emile snorts loudly, sounding amused.] Didn't say we weren't targets. But if we're playin' cat and mouse, one of the other teams ought to be the cheese.

[unrecovered]

[Wash is this close to telling Emile to go fuck himself. Thiiiiiis close.]

You are not using anyone on my team as bait.

[All of Freelancer is his team now because fuck you that's why.]

[spaceracist]

[Touchy, touchy. You'd think Wash had never had battle jitters before.]

Fine. We get Three a rifle, I'll be bait. I know what it can do.

[lonenoble]

We may be targets, but at least we're used to being targets. And two of us were here for the previous fight.