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[ 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. ]

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[Well, there's some familiar armor. Although North is more likely to associate that colour with a certain someone else. Still, he can be friendly.]

The moogles are actually pretty friendly, provided you aren't shooting at them.

You can't really trade the dream pieces for anything though, except for other dream pieces. They make decent enough poker chips in a pinch.

What other details did you miss?

[There are so, so many things he could say. So many things. For now, he'll go with this one:]

Getting shot does not wake you up. Trust me on that one.

[Translation: holy shit you're alive]

Man, if I knew what I missed, I wouldn't have missed it at all. [ You- you dude with purple armor who isn't Doc. That's kind of a nice change, objectively speaking. What even happened to that guy... Tucker shrugs and slings the backpack over one shoulder. Maybe this guy's legit about the dream pieces thing, maybe he's trying to score a free backpack by underselling. Who could say? (Apart from like literally everyone here.) ] But I didn't shoot any moogles, probably. I haven't shot at anything yet. I like to think of myself as more of a lover than a fighter, you know?

[ Not that it's really worked out. ]

[ Oh, Wash is saying a thing. Better follow his instincts. ]

Pff. Yeah, I bet you'd know that firsthan-- [ And an abrupt stop, because there you go, Tucker, record realization time. By Caboose's standards. This is definitively not supposed to be possible right now. It was this whole big thing. They've been training a fucking army because it was a whole big thing. ] Wait. Wash?

Actually, I do. [Shot, stabbed, electrocuted, tackled, sat on by a fucking Meowjesty...if physical harm were a ticket to the waking world, Wash wouldn't have been stuck here for months on end.]

[And yet, here he is.]

[Aaaaaaaand there's the realization. He's disappointed in your reaction time, Tucker.]

Yeah. Turns out physical location doesn't matter when you're all stuck in the same dream.

Grif told me you're a captain now. [Let's just test the waters on this one, shall we?]

[ Sorry bro, been too preoccupied with avoiding another alien pregnancy for reaction times. ]

That's it? The first thing you do is bring up Grif? [ Of course, he does do a lot more dreaming than most people, so... somehow, it's less surprising than it should be that he's been here to run his mouth. Also, Wash just reminded him that the waters are there to test. They're lukewarm, but mildly volatile, and a little high in their sarcasm levels. ] Well hi to you, too, asshole! Oh, I'm totally great, how are you? I hear nice things about the Federal prisons at this time of year.

The moogles are the little floating bears with the pompoms on their heads. They sort of run everything around here.

[Commercially speaking at least. A right little monopoly.]

You'll want to save your ammo for the Nightmares anyway.

Holy shit...

Tucker? Is that really you?

Nightmares? Not the most original name next to shit like "moogle," but whatever. [ It's a world about dreams, what can he even expect? ] I've got a sword if I get overrun or something, but I'll keep it in mind. Is the Nightmare thing pretty easy to notice, or...?

[ A CONSIDERABLE PAUSE GOES HERE. Like, the purple guy is one thing, and Wash is another, but this is just kind of.

Even more unexpected. Of all the shit to go down, really? He feels raw, and not in a good way. He feels tired of complicated bullshit in general.

Buuut mostly, Tucker feels pissed off. ]

You've gotta be fucking kidding me right now!

[Well, Tucker's well enough physically to bitch about everything; Wash is going to take that as a plus for as long as his patience lasts.]

[Probably not gonna be long. Like at all.]

Oh, is that where I am? Because the last thing I remember is collapsing that tunnel. Good to know you got out the other end. [There's an edge of sarcasm there, yeah, but for the most part that's the truth.]

[Melody the Necho Cat has decided that she does not like this new person's tone and leaps up onto Wash's shoulder, all the better to see the communicator and scold it. Hey! Quit being a jerk to her person!]

[ Oh, man, he gets an alien cat to defend him? That's so not fair! It's almost like they're given the parts to make these things because they can be useful and faithful companions.

He's putting a pin in that for later. Maybe the cons of being responsible for more living things could be outweighed by having something to help him argue. So yeah, Tucker kind of stumbles on his momentum when Melody pops up, which... sort of kind of puts a damper on the hostility. He's still mad, but he kind of knows it's not strictly because he's mad at Wash, per se. Or he kind of is. Look, ten minutes ago, all he had to immediately worry about was the fact that some dumbass handed Caboose a grenade again. Now he's just really confused. ]

Yeah, thanks for that. I especially liked the big flowery speech about how our friend abandoned us before you decided to do the same thing. What's the point of all those drills if you can't even get up and run towards a fucking cave? [ Lavernius Tucker's guide to gratitude: displace all of your issues onto one singular issue whether it's correct or not, be mad about it instead of saying a sincere thank you, ??????, profit. This is why you're an asshole, Tucker. Never question it. ] Now we have to train an army full of idiots who all think we're real soldiers, so we can maybe go in and rescue our idiot friends sometime this century and maybe win a war. Nothing says victory like me, Caboose, Grif and Simmons being in charge of people. That's why we all had such great military careers!

[ He missed you, Wash, I swear. ]

A sword, huh? You might be able to manage.

[Doesn't seem to fit with the armor but then there's the key kids so he won't knock it. Swords that are also keys? It still doesn't make sense, but then a lot of things don't in this world. North's learned to roll with them]

Let me put it this way, if they're attacking you, they're Nightmares. It's hard not to notice them.

[Oh, it's not all it's cracked up to be. That makes itself pretty obvious when Fang the Komory Bat decides it's cuddle time - Melody's doing it, right? - and flies up to land on Wash's other shoulder and nuzzle against his helmet, squeaking all the while. Oh man he loves cuddle time! Cuddle time is his favorite!]

[Wash just gives a long-suffering sigh. Yeah, pets are great. Thank goodness Carmen's not here right now.]

I put my team ahead of myself. It's what you're supposed to do when you're responsible for other people's lives. [HINT. HINT.]

Hmm. [ Put like that, it almost sounds like something that might be simple. Which he likes. ] Okay, I'm down with that. Don't stab them until they try to kill me. I mean, I'm rusty on my Diplomacy 101 notes but I definitely know how not to kill stuff. What's the situation on getting a ship to haul me back out to the middle of fuck-all nowhere, though? Is this an actual dream kind of thing or a really bad theme park?

...you are not a Freelancer.

[Because you are an idiot. And probably not dangerous, okay.]

Explain your most recent experiences with Agent Washington.

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. ]

I'm absolutely not a Freelancer. [ And an idiot. And yeah, generally not dangerous. AND PROUD OF IT. ] And why should I tell you anything about my experiences with him, exactly? Pretty sure I have no idea who you even are.

I am Luna, Princess of the Night. And if he has been harmed yet again, I shall need to know who is responsible.

[Keeping the Transdimensional Hit List up to date is IMPORTANT, Tucker.]

It's an actual dream, so the chances of getting a ship are pretty much none, unfortunately.

[Though it hasn't been determined what you can do with the pelicans on the Mother of Invention yet...]

And I wouldn't say it's a theme park. More like a video game.

We're still trying to figure out how to wake up from this. And no, getting hurt doesn't do it.

[ The Moogles would probably be alone here if that was the case.]

Anyway, the Spirit you can make from those dream pieces will help you fight the Nightmares. And defeating the Nightmares gets you munny, more dream pieces to make more Spirits and treats for you Spirits. And the Moogles will also buy extra dream pieces from you too.

Oh, and I'm Sora. It's nice meet you.

[ ... well, crap. It's a kid. Like a kid, kid, not a "dumb young soldier a guy can take out his frustration on while also training them to not die" kid. A kid with info he sort of missed while he was asking questions without waiting for that moogle thing to give him answers.

Tucker's not strictly smart, or done handling the situation by defaulting to angry, and he guesses he's not really a great dad anyway, and he hasn't seen his kid in about a million years, but he can account for the fact that it's rude as hell to yell at a kid who has nothing to do with anything that's made him mad in the first place. Or something like that. Damn. ]

Uh-- yeah. You, too? Thanks. Jeez, no one even mentioned I could get cash for stuff by beating up monsters yet. That should have been like the first thing they told me! [ Tucker it was probably one of the very first things the Moogle told you. ]

Well he's an idiot, so the most recent time around is pretty much his fault. [ So, so biased. But he could totally respect the Transdimensional Hit List thing. ] If you're the princess of the night and everything, how about giving him a royal order to stop being an idiot? I mean, I guess you could happen to have an army to help my army beat another army, so that we can get him out of prison and back into our regular useless army? But it seems kind of complicated to fix things that way.

I would not involve my nation in such a personal matter. [She says completely seriously.] But if it is an army of humans with guns, that is but a small obstacle.

Man. People really need to stop trying to mix video games with real life problems. Nothing good ever comes out of that. [ Yeah. Nailed it. ] So what's your deal? UNSC, Freelancer, field medic, oooor box canyon where the purple army's fighting the green army? Or none of the above, I guess. Be weird to see that armor coming out of nowhere.

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