Oros mission start

[sixth]

WHO: ALPHA TEAM (Carolina, Maine, Wash, K-2SO, April, and Sam) and BETA TEAM (Lee, Somba, Hayatori, Cassian, and Re-L)
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11-???
WHAT: Alpha and Beta teams begin their mission.
WARNINGS: TBD

Catch-all mingle log while Alpha and Beta travel together. Toss up a header for a specific day or event to keep things better organized and then everyone can tag around in that.

(Once we figure out when the sandstorm and fall into the gorge happens to split everyone up, we can add that too to close out the big group log.)

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[sixth]

[ Now there's a sentiment he's heard before. The sound has changed, become a growl instead of words, but the tone's one that Wash has heard so many times. It makes him laugh, a short, breathless kind of huff that's both rueful and amused.

It takes him back to days that were strangely more carefree, even though they happened amidst a war against extinction. Funny thing, that. Once, he'd never been able to imagine anything more fucked up than aliens trying to wipe humanity out. ]

Yeah. I'll do my best.

[ It's slightly sarcastic, but there's a note of something else in there too. Because Wash can read the layers of Maine's meaning and he knows there's more to what he's telling him than that. Casually, like it's nothing more than a consequence of stepping around a large rock, Wash's elbow knocks into Maine's.

You too, that contact means. We come back together or not at all. ]

[rumbling]

[ This could harken back to the days of old. The night before leaving on a mission when they're all twisted up with anticipation that sleep doesn't really come and there is the nervous energy that keeps them moving. He remembers it, remembers that feeling of the unknown. It's strange how that's a bit of a comfort.

He glances over at Wash when he feels his elbow connect, but doesn't say anything yet. Maine isn't worried. Not about this. He doesn't think about dying. He doesn't think about much of anything that he should be thinking about. He's only thinking about things he shouldn't be. Good and bad. He doesn't give ground to the space to form between them again and instead stops and stops Wash from going further. Just for a moment.

A hand cups around the back of Wash's head as Maine leans down to meet him. His visor knocks lightly against Wash's helmet and he stays like that for only a few passing seconds in a shadow of old camaraderie. He doesn't say anything and pulls away quick enough. They'll be fine. Maine drops that hand to Wash's back and guides him in a turn to head back toward the camp. Even though he said nothing, he knows that Wash likely already knows that Maine will make sure Wash and Carolina make it back. He's not too concerned about himself.

They'll be fine. It'll all be fine. ]