Things had changed in a confusing and rapid manner when Wash and the Reds woke up to find themselves in Fed control.
They had been assured that they were safe, that they had been lied to from the start by Kimball and the others. That the New Republic was waging a guerrilla war on the Federal Army.
Wash didn't know who to believe.
He wasn't a trusting man to begin with and hearing these conflicting stories just made him all the more suspicious and mistrustful about his current circumstances.
Admittedly from what he had seen of the Federal Army thus far, they were almost all universally young which was depressing in it's own right but genuinely earnest and they believed in what they preached.
But it just...didn't sit right with Wash.
Or perhaps the crux of his issue was with one particular man. The merc whom Felix had warned him about, the infamous and scary Locus. Wash didn't trust that man as far as he could throw him with one pinkie. There was something...off about Locus, an intensity about the man that put Wash's hackles up. And for the life of him, every time they were in the same room, the former Freelancer could swear he could feel the man's stare on him almost constantly.
Donut had made cooing noises about how Locus probably just had a 'crush' or something but Wash had shut that shit down QUICKLY because there was no way he was going to suffer through another Donut Matchmaker Hour, thank you very much!
Still, the gray-armored soldier was beginning to feel like he was being monitored 24/7 and it was making him edgy so he decided to seek out the source of that unease and tell him to quit it.
Of course, finding Locus wasn't exactly an easy job. He'd been told by a corporal that the mercenary had last been seen near the shooting range so that was where the ex-Freelancer headed in his quest to find the creepy bastard.
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Date: 2016-06-01 03:26 am (UTC)They had been assured that they were safe, that they had been lied to from the start by Kimball and the others. That the New Republic was waging a guerrilla war on the Federal Army.
Wash didn't know who to believe.
He wasn't a trusting man to begin with and hearing these conflicting stories just made him all the more suspicious and mistrustful about his current circumstances.
Admittedly from what he had seen of the Federal Army thus far, they were almost all universally young which was depressing in it's own right but genuinely earnest and they believed in what they preached.
But it just...didn't sit right with Wash.
Or perhaps the crux of his issue was with one particular man. The merc whom Felix had warned him about, the infamous and scary Locus. Wash didn't trust that man as far as he could throw him with one pinkie. There was something...off about Locus, an intensity about the man that put Wash's hackles up. And for the life of him, every time they were in the same room, the former Freelancer could swear he could feel the man's stare on him almost constantly.
Donut had made cooing noises about how Locus probably just had a 'crush' or something but Wash had shut that shit down QUICKLY because there was no way he was going to suffer through another Donut Matchmaker Hour, thank you very much!
Still, the gray-armored soldier was beginning to feel like he was being monitored 24/7 and it was making him edgy so he decided to seek out the source of that unease and tell him to quit it.
Of course, finding Locus wasn't exactly an easy job. He'd been told by a corporal that the mercenary had last been seen near the shooting range so that was where the ex-Freelancer headed in his quest to find the creepy bastard.