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[ "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. ]
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. ]
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[ Automatically, Maine starts lifting his helmet to put it back on. Then he pauses, remembering that release of tension when Wash saw his face, and he lets his helmet drop back to his side.
[ Maine already has a bullet hole in his armor from a sniper. Now he's going to be walking around barefaced. The shit he does for his friends....
[ A questioning growl accompanies a jerk of his head. "Let's go" and "Where to?" in one. He hasn't been here nearly long enough to find a bar. ]
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Luckily Wash has taken the time to explore the area and get to know where things are. He knows just the place. A little dive bar, somewhere they might have visited on shore leave.]
Come on. I know where to go.
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[ The dive bar is exactly the kind of place Maine would've chosen himself. It brings back good memories. Admittedly, some are hazier than others, but they're good. It feels almost normal. And, just like normal, Maine hits the ground running.
[ If he's downing his drinks a bit faster than normal, what of it? It's been a hell of a day.
[ By the time Maine starts feeling a pleasant warmth and a loosening of his tongue, he's trying to describe the kickass way he caught Carolina and York as they fell off of that building. He's chosen to do this by making a long arc with one hand while the other plummets. There are also low "whoosh" noises.
[ Don't fucking judge him. It's been a hell of a day. ]
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He leans his head on his hands and watches Maine try to explain what had happened on the mission. It's been entirely too long since he got to do this, and the nostalgia is a warmth in his gut. He's missed Maine so much that it hurts. It was worse when the Meta was right next to him.]
Uh-huh, I'm sure it was very impressive.
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[ "Midair!"
[ Then the arc continues, down and down, until it disappears beneath the bar. Another growl.
[ "Into a tunnel."
[ It was fucking awesome and so is he. ]
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I believe you buddy.
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[ Which is why, even as one part of him notes that Wash initiating contact is a welcome improvement, he decides that he definitely needs Wash's drink more than his friend does.
[ Excuse him while he smiles and oh-so-subtly (read: blatantly) tries to snag that drink. ]
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Hey! That's mine!
You can't steam my drink. I've waited four years for drinks! You know what they give you in prison? Water.
Just water.
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Prison?
[ He doesn't think Wash mentioned prison. Well, there was that part about the Project locking him up and fucking with his head — Maine signals again, impatient and needing that next drink — but that wasn't in a prison, was it? ]
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Yeah. The UNSC doesn't like it when you blow up top secret government projects. And when idiots don't turn over the evidence that shows they deserved it to the authorities.
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[ The drink arrives, and Maine growls at the bartender to keep them coming. Hopefully the man will listen, because Maine's pushing the newly arrived drink over to Wash.
[ The shit he does for his friends....
[ Eventually, Maine's pleasantly fuzzy mind figures, Wash will run out of fucked up future events to drop on him. Until then? Drinks, a curious tilt of his head, and a low, questioning hum.
[ "What evidence?" ]
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Epsilon. Epsilon remembers what they did to the Alpha. They tortured him. They fucked us up.
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[ ... But not before he turns to the bartender and barks out: ]
Shots!
[ Never mind the fact that Maine's raised voice sounds like a drill instructor from hell. Getting blackout drunk does indeed sound pretty damn good. ]
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AIs can't properly die-die. Unless they're destroyed. They took him out of me, and they put him in storage.
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Fuck A.I.
[ He says it with authority, like that's the definitive word on the subject. He's known about them for all of a day, but he's heard more than enough. Fuck 'em. ]
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Yeah. Fuck them. They can all go to hell.
[The shots arrive then, and Wash grabs one of them and downs it.]
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And water.
[ It can go to hell, too! ]
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[ But if they're going to continue like this (and Maine's not about to stop), he should probably figure out where to take Wash, if the rookie passes out.
[ (Not that he's a rookie anymore, is he?) ]
Where're you staying?
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Got a flat.
[Sort of, anyway. It's the tiniest cheapest place he could find on short notice.]
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[ "Haven't we all?"
[ Could always be a hole in the ground. Go planet side, and Space Marines are still Marines. ]
Room?
[ SO CASUALLY, like he's just storing it away for future reference. Just in case of emergency. Definitely not like he's planning on crashing at Wash's place to keep an eye on him in the immediate future. Definitely. ]
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