It's all Wash can do not to choke on despair and death, but he's lived through this war. It's hell, sure, but it's a familiar hell, and he can handle it. He'd never been to New Jerusalem, but this battle is easy enough to recognize from what he'd seen from Locus' Legionnaire Legacy. What's different - what's not supposed to be happening - are one very dead Felix and a hell of a lot of very live Covenant troops approaching Locus' position.
"If you think you can handle those," he says to the Legionnaires who followed him in, nodding towards the advancing Covenant line, "then get to it. If not, we need at least two people looking for Esper's machines. Try the Warthog-" Not everyone's familiar with the lingo- "-the jeep to start. I'll take care of Locus."
He doesn't wait for assent - his teammates are smart people; they'll figure themselves out - before he sprints to Locus and takes a knee next to him. "Holy shit, you're alive," he starts, like he's just come upon Locus' position. "Look, Command's ordered a full evac - the point's ten miles south of here. My team's orders are to harry the line and get any remaining soldiers the fuck out of Dodge, which means your orders are to fall back to the evac point and hold it until evac is complete. Got it?" It's a risky gambit - anything that involves getting Locus to listen to him is risky - but fits in with the narrative, and it's the best he's got right now short of bodily trying to haul an already traumatized Locus out of the line of fire.
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It's all Wash can do not to choke on despair and death, but he's lived through this war. It's hell, sure, but it's a familiar hell, and he can handle it. He'd never been to New Jerusalem, but this battle is easy enough to recognize from what he'd seen from Locus' Legionnaire Legacy. What's different - what's not supposed to be happening - are one very dead Felix and a hell of a lot of very live Covenant troops approaching Locus' position.
"If you think you can handle those," he says to the Legionnaires who followed him in, nodding towards the advancing Covenant line, "then get to it. If not, we need at least two people looking for Esper's machines. Try the Warthog-" Not everyone's familiar with the lingo- "-the jeep to start. I'll take care of Locus."
He doesn't wait for assent - his teammates are smart people; they'll figure themselves out - before he sprints to Locus and takes a knee next to him. "Holy shit, you're alive," he starts, like he's just come upon Locus' position. "Look, Command's ordered a full evac - the point's ten miles south of here. My team's orders are to harry the line and get any remaining soldiers the fuck out of Dodge, which means your orders are to fall back to the evac point and hold it until evac is complete. Got it?" It's a risky gambit - anything that involves getting Locus to listen to him is risky - but fits in with the narrative, and it's the best he's got right now short of bodily trying to haul an already traumatized Locus out of the line of fire.