"Hardgrove had it? How the hell did he get his hands on the Meta's suit?" It should have been destroyed along with Maine when he fell off that icy cliff to the frozen ocean below on Sidewinder.
If the Chairman had found the Meta's armor...had he found Maine's body? Or was he still out there roaming space like the storytime monster he was? Surely if the Meta were still alive he would have come after Epsilon by now.
"Your..." Wash cut off before he could finish because he suddenly knew something was seriously wrong. Church had been outfitted in Tucker's memory slot. He would have seen his whole freak out and right about now should have been laughing his virtual ass off at Wash being a spazz.
But there was a noticeable lack of digital laughter and generalize lack of Church dickishness. Behind the opaque visor, Wash's expression had grown guarded and there was the faintest uptick in his pulse rate.
"Alright, let's get you back to your quarters." The former Freelancer bore Tucker's tired weight without protest though he had to fight down the urge to wrap a supporting arm around the tired Sim trooper's waist. Tucker would have probably freaked out on him if he tried that and Wash wasn't the most comfortable person when it came to physical contact these days anyway. "I feel like I should be asking you that instead."
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Date: 2016-06-03 02:35 am (UTC)If the Chairman had found the Meta's armor...had he found Maine's body? Or was he still out there roaming space like the storytime monster he was? Surely if the Meta were still alive he would have come after Epsilon by now.
"Your..." Wash cut off before he could finish because he suddenly knew something was seriously wrong. Church had been outfitted in Tucker's memory slot. He would have seen his whole freak out and right about now should have been laughing his virtual ass off at Wash being a spazz.
But there was a noticeable lack of digital laughter and generalize lack of Church dickishness. Behind the opaque visor, Wash's expression had grown guarded and there was the faintest uptick in his pulse rate.
"Alright, let's get you back to your quarters." The former Freelancer bore Tucker's tired weight without protest though he had to fight down the urge to wrap a supporting arm around the tired Sim trooper's waist. Tucker would have probably freaked out on him if he tried that and Wash wasn't the most comfortable person when it came to physical contact these days anyway. "I feel like I should be asking you that instead."