[Confused is putting it lightly. It's akin to being dropped in to the middle of a strange territory and having to figure out not only what the mission objective is, but how to accomplish it and how not to get caught. It's all... Arguably, it makes no sense. None of it. CT is gone. Alpha is gone. They're all gone...
Not all of them, she chides herself. Wash and Tucker and Caboose and Sarge and Grif and Simmons, and even Donut and his stupid candles that keep burning shit down. The simulation troopers. Is it bad that after spending so much time with them, she only bats half an eye at this?
Her hand comes to scrub at her face. Older, new scars, still determined but not to the point of being a hound on a scent and unable to let it go.]
And from that ship, you ended up here? Did others?
[She is trying to make sense of it, to piece together some sort of a picture, but it's not working.]
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Not all of them, she chides herself. Wash and Tucker and Caboose and Sarge and Grif and Simmons, and even Donut and his stupid candles that keep burning shit down. The simulation troopers. Is it bad that after spending so much time with them, she only bats half an eye at this?
Her hand comes to scrub at her face. Older, new scars, still determined but not to the point of being a hound on a scent and unable to let it go.]
And from that ship, you ended up here? Did others?
[She is trying to make sense of it, to piece together some sort of a picture, but it's not working.]