it's a hell of a scene but there's no story [ closed ]

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Who: Newt + the unwitting residents of islet 4 cottage 3
What: Local scientist passes out! Washington man drags him back to abandoned house. THIS IS A GENERAL HOUSE MINGLE LOG so u can tag around and stuff
When: September...4th? it's backdated
Where: Islet 4, cottage 3
Warnings: Language, probably, but I'll edit if anything comes up!



[So Wash is going to have some explaining to do.]

[He starts by de-armoring, however, because at least then he's not liable to get called Samus anymore. Whoever that is. Feels especially dumb when he's wearing a hoodie that literally says Washington State across the front, but it's also likely to raise fewer questions than his armor.]

[He just straight up threw the guy on Wash's own pallet, because fuck it, he's already drooled on his armor like a dick, so what's one more shred of property damage to his name? Except he doesn't even know his name. That's order of business number one.]

[Order of business number two, probably, is explaining what the fuck is going on when the roommates walk in to realize that their decrepit shack now has a passed-out scientist just...hanging out inside it.]

[It's fine.]

Comments

[fortunefavored]

[his eyebrows jerk upward at that, in surprise] Wait--what do you mean, some things never change?

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I mean that we were just fighting an alien war too. Not with...kaiju, but we were losing pretty badly until luck changed in our favor.

[Or the Sangheili got fed up with Covvie bullshit. Wasn't even anything humanity pulled. That's how fucked they were.]

[fortunefavored]

...fuck, dude. [that frown is back on his face, and he's looking at Wash a bit sideways from the floor] What happened? Like...how the fuck did we get into that one?

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Started back in 2525 when this alien coalition called the Covenant decided that humanity was a major threat to their stability, so they gunned for our extinction.

[That is the extremely edited cliffnotes version.]

Covvie infighting was what saved us. Civil war from within the ranks.

[fortunefavored]

...holy shit, dude. Fuck alien races trying to kill us. [Newt lifts a hand, rubbing it over his face] If it's not for our resources, apparently it's because we're too threatening?

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[There's no real stressing just how fucked the Covenant-Human War was, and just how close they came to the absolute extinction of the human race.]

No giant robots on our end, though there were a few supersoldier projects. Everyone wanted to be the magic bullet that would figure out how to end the war with as few casualties as possible, by the end.

[fortunefavored]

Well that's relatable. [Newt carefully drops an arm over his eyes, sighing. After a moment, he shifts his arm, peeking out at Wash from under it] But...you guys survived, though, right?

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Those of us who weren't killing each other on the sidelines.

Did you? [He's guessing the answer to that one is "fuck if I know, buddy."]

[fortunefavored]

[Newt's brow crinkles into a frown at that, and he turns his face to the ceiling, frowning.]...I hope so. I kinda...got yanked in here right at a crucial moment, so, uh...good question.

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I guess you'll just have to find out someday.

[Which is kind of a callous dismissal, but there's Agent Washington for you.]

[fortunefavored]

[Newt snorts at that, turning his head to scowl again] Someday soon. Whenever we get out of here. Which will be soon. I'm gonna see what I can do to make it soon.

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Good luck. No one else has succeeded after being stuck here for well over a year.

[Not that he hopes Newt fails, but he's being dry because his optimism levels are, shall we say, not terribly high.] Just try not to rebreak your ribs.

[fortunefavored]

Yeah, well, no one else is me.

[said as though this should be obvious. Because it should be obvious Wash c'mon. But he is trying to sit up now, albeit much more slowly.]

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It's a good thing your ego doesn't get in the way of that.

[He doesn't order him further. Just watches, skeptically, as Newt does...what he does, typically ill-advised, but Wash isn't his C.O. and he's exceeding glad of that. This guy would be a nightmare to micromanage, he thinks.]

[fortunefavored]

Pshht! It's not ego if it's true. [ow ow ow owwww this hurts a lot??? and Newt winces, but manages to get himself into a sitting position at least, but he's definitely breathing a bit harder]

Shit--fuck--[he hisses, even as he starts to prod at his ribs gently] Can't be more than a hairline fracture, at most, probably sprained...

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What's your stance on magic? [asks Wash, seemingly apropos of nothing. There's a point to this - that point being that healing magic is probably going to sort this guy out pretty quick.]

[fortunefavored]

[what....kind of question is that. Newt stares at Wash a moment] Uh....it's...entertaining?

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Right.

[He sighs. He's already not liking this conversation, and he's about to like it a whole lot less.]

I know people who might be able to help, but it's not what I'd call a scientific method.