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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, ETC,
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[goddamngrenades]

"Two targets to your six- mark." Lights painted on the HUD, waiting for Wash to take them out.

[notyourrookie]

He spins as soon as the information from York hits, falling into a crouch and raising the rifle to fire. The information comes up on the HUD more clearly than it ever has. He feels like he can do anything.

[goddamngrenades]

"Two more, live rounds, electric motors. Keep your cover and use your EMP on my mark-" Numbers running in the back of York's head, a low buzz that keeps them both moving forward from point to point- he paints out the exact moment in glittering gold lights on Wash's hud from one point of cover to the next. "Now!"

[notyourrookie]

The EMP is mostly untested, but the opportunity to use it is one he's not going to pass up. He's grateful for York's countdown, and when the time comes, he slams the button. The EMP explodes outwards, sending him back a few feet from the force of it. But the rounds fall, sparking faintly.

[goddamngrenades]

Both drones fizzle out and die, York giving a little invisible fist pump in the back of Wash's mind. The sim winds down and, well. High fives all around. "Told you we'd kick ass!"

[notyourrookie]

The sim vanishes and Wash slumps a little, finally realising how ragged his breathing is. He'd moved fast today, and hard. But he's laughing too. "We did! We won!"

[goddamngrenades]

"We are the best Ok? Ok. Go high five your bros." York remains a bright, happy golden crackle of 'hell yeah we did the thing' in he back of Wash's mind, terribly pleased with their mutual performance.

[notyourrookie]

He nods, knowing that York will sense it, and heads out towards the locker room where the others are waiting for him. There's a few hugs and handshakes, and okay, maybe a couple of glares because that can't have done bad things for his ranking.

[goddamngrenades]

"Lookit the scoreboard-" The numbers are running and it looks like-

Maine. Maine's getting bumped down. FUCK YEAH.

[notyourrookie]

Wash turns to look at the bright numbers of the scoreboard change, shifting and overtaking other and... oh! "I've never been that high before."

[goddamngrenades]

"Maybe don't high five Maine. He looks miffed." It should pass, though.

Maybe.

Probably?

[notyourrookie]

He winces at that, glancing over at Maine. "Yeah, that would be bad. I'll have to make it up to him."

Somehow. Maine is his friend. He doesn't want to lose that because of some dumb leaderboard.

[goddamngrenades]

"Blueberry muffins in the mess will be done in fifteen. I don't think he knows about them." When in doubt? Food. Food solves all ills.

[notyourrookie]

"You're a life saver!" Maine loves blueberry muffins. He has a hell of a sweet tooth that most people don't know about.

[goddamngrenades]

"I try. That'll take the edge off, maybe offer to work on hand to hand with him? Make him feel like he's contributing to your success." As much as he says interpersonal shit isn't his bag- he thinks that'll help. Probably.

[notyourrookie]

"...are you sure this isn't a ploy to get me killed? Maine is brutal in hand to hand." Sure they were friends, but he didn't go easy on anyone.

[goddamngrenades]

"If you die I'm out of a partner. It'll be fine! Trust me." He knows what he's Talking about.

Mostly.

[notyourrookie]

"Good point, I suppose," Wash agrees. Would they reassign him right away, if Wash died? Or would they have to run more tests?

[goddamngrenades]

"Besides. I like you too much to let you die." Wash listens- communicates. That's important. He can't help if he has to spend half his processing power reading Wash's mind to help him.

[notyourrookie]

"You've known me for like ten minutes," Wash replies, but he likes the feeling anyway. It's warm and affectionate. "But I like you too."

[goddamngrenades]

"That's like, years to an AI." A wry crackle of laughter rings through the lace, quietly pleased. "Yeeears, man. I've had time to learn some interesting things."

[notyourrookie]

"Oh great. 'cause this isn't going to be awkward at all if you know everything about me."

[goddamngrenades]

"I live in your head. We're gonna learn a lot about each other, that's the deal. But if I poke somewhere you don't like just say the word and I'll back off, Ok?"

[notyourrookie]

"Okay. Thanks, York. I'm not... they didn't explain a whole lot about how this worked."

[goddamngrenades]

"Same here. Just got a 'you'll be partnered up with someone compatible' and shunted off to you. So. We're in the same boat, buddy. But we'll figure it out."