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[fuckingaqua]

[ The video feed springs up with little to no fuss put into it- benefits of being kind of on board with the futuristic tech train- revealing one more in the line of fully-armored space marines, this one in a stunning shade of not blue blueish teal aqua sort of? His head is tilted a little to one side as he regards the communicator, and after a second of silence to make sure he's getting through, he speaks up. ]

Dude, this is the worst dream I've ever had! [ Yeah, meet Lavernius Tucker. Champion complainer. He's broadcasting genuine frustration and agitation like they're going out of style. ] It's all aliens and backpacks and no hot chicks! And kind of a really bad time for not being able to wake up. If someone needs me to help win a war or go between species for peace or something, you're gonna have to take a number. 'cause no offense, but I'm getting really tired of this plot-twist bullshit! How's a guy supposed to get anything done when this keeps happening? [ This, he follows with a huff before... actually seeming to relax a little more.

He'll just have to... wing it, he guesses. Not like he's really got a choice. After a few moments of silence (while he's busy brooding), Tucker hefts the bag he got on arrival into view. ]

So. I've got this backpack full of stuff to make a little alien and buy stuff and... drink, I guess. I mean, I was pretty focused on keeping the fuck away from the new mysterious alien life form, so I missed a few details. Fool me once, man. Whatever's in the bag, I'll trade for a one-way ticket back to Chorus. Or to being awake or whatever. Ooooor information? Yeah, sure, I mean. That seems like the kind of thing I should ask about. Like, what the fuck is going on around here? What's everyone's deal? Does getting shot wake you up? Because that would be pretty messed up, but I won't rule it out. You know, whoever's up for something like that. I guess I'm not really going anywhere in the meantime. Nothing like being stuck in the middle of nowhere. That's totally never completely backfired on me.

[ He pauses one more time, halfway reaching out to cut the feed and seeming to remember something he's forgotten. ]

Oh, and you can call me Tucker. If you want to remedy the hot chick situation while we're here together, y'know... I won't complain.

[ Maybe lacking some of the usual verve he'd give to matters concerning attractive ladies, but he's got hefty concerns on his shoulders, okay. Sometimes a man has to prioritize. ]

Comments

[fuckingaqua]

Uuugh, that's such bullshit. [ You and your animals and your- your "Freckles, shake." He has definitely not been worried, though. At all. What the fuck is with Blue Team going to shit all the time, anyway? Should he just join the Reds after they bust everyone out? ] I say we needed a self-sacrificing, responsible douchebag about as much as we needed a drill sergeant. So next time just be an asshole who's only looking out for himself and stick to your friends instead of trading yourself out! I don't think that's too much to ask out of a leader.

[ Yeah Wash stop with the... caring. Yeah. ]

[unrecovered]

[He learned from Carolina, okay. Before epic levels of Freelancer bullshit set in, at least.]

[Melody flicks her ears and hisses at the camera again. Seriously, quit yelling at her person! Don't make her come over there.]

I can handle this, Melody.

[She flicks her ears again and meows. Fiiiiiiine. She'll still blow him up if her person wants, though. He just needs to say the word.]

[Wash just folds his arms.]

If I was only looking out for myself, I wouldn't have gone with you when you went to help Carolina and Epsilon. And I'd rather trade myself out than have you and Caboose wind up dead. [Priorities.]

[fuckingaqua]

Oh, yeah? [ Oh yeah??? ] Well- well- fuck you! I'm not saying you won this argument just because you're being logical or making sense! I'm pissed off and I'm tired of bullshit detours getting in my way! I need to train a bunch of soldiers so we can rescue you so I can yell at you in real life! Plus Caboose probably just blew up half our guys before I got here. Rebel armies aren't made of soldiers, you know!

[ What he lacks in dignity, grace, tact, and the ability to close his mouth, he... probably just kind of exacerbates with all the honesty, actually. And the ability to bitch about anything. But getting that much out of the system, so to speak, gives him a second to take in a couple of appropriately vicious deep breaths. Ah, yes. How soothing. He still wants to punch someone in the face, but that'll probably just pass.

And he feels like he'd even be less mad if he'd been at the base a few more days before this happened. Then this would be less like jabbing at a bad sunburn with a really pointy spear made of guilt, and more like kind of poking at it a couple days later without any enthusiasm. Is he even actually mad at Wash? ... Well, yeah, kind of. Dramatic sacrifices are stupid. Finally getting stuff almost sorted out and then losing it anyway whether you like it or not is stupid. And this whole trying thing is definitely stupid.

Man, it's no wonder Grif's always sleeping to avoid life. ]

I mean, they are made of soldiers. It's more like rebel armies don't grow on trees.

[unrecovered]

[Rebel armies aren't made of- yeah, okay, he's just gonna let that one sink in for a few moments. Way to be, Tucker. Way to be.]

If it's any consolation, you'll wake up on Chorus at about the same time you left. Time doesn't really pass in the real world while we're here.

Where are you?

[fuckingaqua]

That's... kind of a consolation, I guess. Better than nothing. [ Wake up, get back to work. Sure. He'll take it. ] And apparently I'm in Traverse Town? That's what the welcome party called it. As good as I am at avoiding new alien life, I still kinda needed the answer to "where the fuck am I" eventually.