Wash's first indication that this is going to be an unequivocally shitty day is when his HUD picks up on a UNSC-issued suit of armor and paints it as hostile.
His second indication is when the marker refines itself into one that's seen repeated, unwanted use: Locus.
It takes a moment for the realization to sink in and several more for him to find the sheer amount of iron control required to beat back the torrent of emotions that realization evokes: shock, incredulity, all-out rage, and quiet terror. He'd known that Legion World wasn't completely safe - not with Reaper aboard, at least. This, somehow, is worse.
He gets close enough to get visual confirmation and then gets the fuck out of Dodge, sending an encrypted call to Brainy and Kid Q as soon as he's out of Locus' range. The conversation helps, but it doesn't exactly fix things.
So Locus gets a chance. Who knows - maybe without Felix around, he might actually do something with it.
(Holy shit Wash hopes Felix isn't around. A lot of people here are dead where they stand if that's the case, and given the Time Trapper's recent lack of taste or discretion, he can't rule that possibility out. Fuck.)
(But he needs to deal with the problems in front of him before he goes borrowing trouble. Priorities.)
He heads back to the observation deck and finds Locus still there. There's time enough for second thoughts, and determination enough to push them aside. This isn't the brightest idea Wash has ever had, but it'll give him the opportunity to figure a few things out for himself. That way, he'll have a fuller picture when he reports to Brainy later.
He stops a good six feet behind Locus, close enough to talk but far out of arm's reach. "Well. Look what the cat dragged in."
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His second indication is when the marker refines itself into one that's seen repeated, unwanted use: Locus.
It takes a moment for the realization to sink in and several more for him to find the sheer amount of iron control required to beat back the torrent of emotions that realization evokes: shock, incredulity, all-out rage, and quiet terror. He'd known that Legion World wasn't completely safe - not with Reaper aboard, at least. This, somehow, is worse.
He gets close enough to get visual confirmation and then gets the fuck out of Dodge, sending an encrypted call to Brainy and Kid Q as soon as he's out of Locus' range. The conversation helps, but it doesn't exactly fix things.
So Locus gets a chance. Who knows - maybe without Felix around, he might actually do something with it.
(Holy shit Wash hopes Felix isn't around. A lot of people here are dead where they stand if that's the case, and given the Time Trapper's recent lack of taste or discretion, he can't rule that possibility out. Fuck.)
(But he needs to deal with the problems in front of him before he goes borrowing trouble. Priorities.)
He heads back to the observation deck and finds Locus still there. There's time enough for second thoughts, and determination enough to push them aside. This isn't the brightest idea Wash has ever had, but it'll give him the opportunity to figure a few things out for himself. That way, he'll have a fuller picture when he reports to Brainy later.
He stops a good six feet behind Locus, close enough to talk but far out of arm's reach. "Well. Look what the cat dragged in."