text;

[bloodbathing]

[ "Augusta" is the name attached to this TAB. The picture is of curved white metal with a stripe of dark orange — leg armor, for any who may recognize it. ]

UNSC. Marines. RT-636.

[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.

[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]

Comments

text;

[shiro2hero]

[Sorry, new dude, hope you don't mind pretty much gibberish in answer. Someone's still on painkillers.]

formerly galaxy garrison
voltron ?

hi are we trading job descriptions?

[Who gave him his TAB back.]

text;

[bloodbathing]

[ What? Well ... they sort of are. He guesses. That wasn't the intent, but fuck it. ]

Voltron?

text;

[shiro2hero]

voltron

it's

a robot

[That's so helpful WOW.]

text;

[bloodbathing]

[ ... NO. NO IT'S REALLY NOT. He'll just. Ask about the other thing, instead. ]

Galaxy garrison?

voice;

[startpoint]

[ Carolina knows those numbers by heart and that picture... She immediately messages York and after a minute, Tex, to let them know that someone from Freelancer is on the network. Only once she's done that does she respond. Her network ID is easier to identify, she isn't trying to hide. ]

This is Agent Carolina requesting identity confirmation, if you're willing.

voice;

[bloodbathing]

[ If he's willing...? Of course he's willing. Why wouldn't he be? Carolina requesting information trumps North's desire for secrecy any day.

[ His voice is gruff and gravelly, just a step above a growl, but the word is clear: ]

Maine.

voice;

[startpoint]

[ For the second time since she arrived on Thisavrou, she nearly drops her TAB as she hears a voice she never thought she'd hear again. Her response is delayed as she calls York but eventually she does reply. Her voice is steady even if her heart is pounding in her chest. ]

Good to hear your voice. What's your location?

video;

[infailtration]

[ Like Carolina, York's not trying to hide here. He's not even armored on the vid call, and he looks shaken. Carolina's already messaged him and said it was Maine -- Maine, that he spoke, that it was really him. ]

Where are you, buddy?

text;

[bloodbathing]

[ There's a very significant delay before Maine responds. York looking shaken is one thing. York with a massive scar on the left side of his face and a completely white left eye is ... something else.

[ Maybe he shouldn't be surprised. He threw a live grenade, after all. Of course it fucked up York's face. He should've expected that.

[ ... Still. He's pretty fucking sure York shouldn't be calling him "buddy." ]

Ingress.

yeah still video;

[infailtration]

[ More of a buddy than what you turn into, man. York's just relieved it's Maine and not someone they have to worry about. Well. More than usual. ]

Ingress Complex?

[ Except Carolina says she's going after him, she can handle that, York's just seen the next post on the network and. North. Holy fuck. He's. Going for that one. ]

[nishizono]

how many of you are there, you're like the second person calling that out that i've seen

text;

[bloodbathing]

What part?

[nishizono]

united nations space command.

Text; Private

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Council Space Operations, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. Crew member of the starship Moira before it crashed.

[ For the most part, Nihlus had made it a point to keep people in the dark about his Spectre status.

This, however? This is the second time he's seen UNSC been thrown around in the past couple months and he's curious enough to bite. ]

Text; Private

[bloodbathing]

[ That's a fancy organization name that Maine's never heard before. Could still be UNSC. Not all programs are public knowledge. Project Freelancer certainly isn't. ]

United Nations Space Command?

[ Congratulations, Nihlus. Four words is a record. Even if it is just defining the acronym. ]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Negative on that. It's Systems Alliance for the humans in my universe.

[ Fortunately, Nihlus is VERY used to extrapolating meaning from short texts by now. You can thank Rinzler. ]

Freelancer?

[ And he does happen to know about that little project, yes. ]

audio;

[grandpaladin]

[This voice is loud. And accented, but undeniably warm.]

Crusader! Of the former Overwatch!

Hello, my marine friend.

text;

[bloodbathing]

[ LOUD FRIENDLY VOICE??? WELL THEN. ]

Hello.

[ Yup. Super warm and friendly. :| ]

Overwatch?

text;

[grandpaladin]

[He's had worse conversations.]

Ja. Formerly.

Now? A crusader for justice! Hah!

[Text]

[notyourrookie]

Maine?

[He recognises that armour, and the ship. But he can hardly believe... it could be a trick. Fuck knows the Meta has pulled them on him before (yes, he figured that out asshole! You utter troll). But if York is here then maybe...]

[Text]

[bloodbathing]

[ The reply is immediate. ]

Yeah.

[ The last time he saw Wash was before Carolina decided to use him as a "counterweight." Wash hadn't fallen with York and Carolina. Not the whole way, at least. So, seeing that ID? It's good. Caution to the winds sort of good.

[ Not that Maine has ever been subtle. This whole thing was North's idea. ]

You good?

[Text]

[notyourrookie]

Not really.

It's really you though? You know who Sigma is?

text;

[a_shadow]

I went independent a long time ago. I served with you on that ship though.

C tells me you can talk.

text;

[bloodbathing]

[ Why hello Agent Texas. Who he just found out is a fucking A.I. What's up. ]

No shit.

[ Of course he can talk. Why wouldn't he be able to talk? Why do people keep wanting to hear him?

[ ... Does something happen that leaves him unable to speak?

[ Later. He can figure that out later. ]

Independent?

text;

[a_shadow]

Yeah, independent. Suits me better.