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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[The feed flickers to life, leaving a fairly weathered face yes he has a face staring into it, appearing rather unimpressed. It's the first time he's used the network for his own transmission, though he's viewed enough at this point to get the general idea - this is how people around here communicate for near any purpose. Now that he's getting at least a little more used to things, he figured he might as well give it a shot.

Plus, it leaves him with at least a chance of seeing if what he'd heard from a certain source is right, if there really are people here that he already knows - people from his "universe."]

Guess I've been here for about two weeks now, so I might as well make myself known, or something. [Considering he's been keeping to himself since he arrived, and since his encounter with Epsilon. He's not exactly the outgoing type, but he figures he at least might learn more about the place if he talks to some of the people who've been here for god only knows how long.]

I'm Agent-- [A pause, in which he purses his lips and releases a breath.] ...I'm Washington. If it really matters to anyone. As I said, I've been here about two weeks, so I guess that makes me one of the new guys. I've been looking around on my own since I got here, and at this point I'm fairly certain I've at least got the basics on the place. Even if the whole thing still seems entirely impossible. I've done space, but I've never been kidnapped to another universe and trapped on a spaceship with no memory of actually arriving. [He deadpans, then shakes his head and wonders again why he's doing this. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, even to himself, he...might be a little starved for some conversation. Though he's already certain he's going to regret this decision.]

Anyway. I'm here, that's about all I wanted to say.

[He scoffs at himself, realizing this was even more pointless than he'd originally expected it to be, and swiftly cuts the feed.]

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[cobaltblue]

[Well, there's a surprise for you. He debates with himself for a moment as to whether he should reply before deciding fuck it, Washington might be a dickbag but that doesn't mean he has some reason to hide from him.]

Small world, huh.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[And it seems Epsilon was actually not lying about this. Just...give him a minute to process this because last time he saw Church, it was just before he set that EMP off.

Good times.]

Something like that.

[This isn't going to be awkward at all, right?]

I heard you were here, but I wasn't so keen on believing it until I got some proof.

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[cobaltblue]

Yeah, well. Here I am. Miss me?

[Yeah he sounds as bitter as ever.]

also permavid

[notthesecondworstfighter]

[It's not hard to pick up the bitterness, but there's no sympathetic look in response.]

That's a word for it. [Okay, he does feel a little bad, but he's not about to show it.] ...How've you been?

[cobaltblue]

Oh, you know, pretty great. Since I'm not dead here. And also not a goddamn computer program. So all things considered? Being stuck on some fucked-up spaceship with pirates attacking and freakish mutant animals and a captain that shoots prisoners and disappears into thin air is actually a pretty great change for me.

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[logicunlocked]

[ By now York knows well enough not to be surprised when people he knows arrive here. He had never learned what became of Wash after the Invention had crashed, and York notices right away that there's something a little different about him. It's something about his tone of voice, or maybe it's the look on his face. In any case it's enough to make York's tone just a little softer than it would have been otherwise. ]

Well, fancy meeting you here, stranger.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[He'd been given the whole list of people from his past that are here, and that in itself had been surprising. Naturally, considering all of them, he knows to be dead. So, actually seeing the face, that oh-so familiar face that belonged to one of his closest friends back during the days of the Project? It's still a pretty big shock. One that even manages to show on his face.]

York-- [That's about all that gets out before he takes another pause to just stare.] I'd heard you were here, but--...Well, I didn't really believe it.

[There's no denying that this is weird as hell, but at the same time...well, it's also kind of nice to see the guy again. Even if it defies all reason.]

...Been a while, huh?

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[logicunlocked]

[ He gets a certain wry amusement from Wash's reaction and he chuckles slightly. ]

Yeah, bud, it's been a while for me, too. Don't know if you've found this out yet or not, but a lot of times people who know each other here are from different time periods. What's the last thing you remember?

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

Yeah, so I've heard.

[There's a pause after the question though, as...well, York's not going to know what the hell he's talking about if he mentions the fact that he was hunting down Epsilon, after the Red and Blue idiots didn't turn him in like they were supposed to. ...And he's not really keen on telling the guy that he maybe took one of said Reds hostage.

Clearing his throat, he offers a stiff shrug.]

You wouldn't understand anything if I told you the exact last thing I remember. Things were pretty complicated, and it's...after your time.

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[logicunlocked]

After Wyoming kills me, you mean.

[ Yup, he knows, and yup, he's going to be that blunt about it. ]

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[alaspooryork]

[Well, now. Here's someone Delta is cautiously pleased to hear from. When he speaks, his voice lacks its usual echoing timbre but should still be very recognizable.]

Hello, Agent Washington.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[It takes a minute for him to realize why that voice sounds so familiar, how whoever this is knows him. When it hits though, it's another little jolt of shock, just as he felt at the sight of Church and York.]

...Delta? I was wondering if I might hear from you. [Now that he's had two confirmations that Epsilon was telling the truth about who all is here, that is.] ...It's been a while.

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[alaspooryork]

It has not been long from my perspective. May I take that to mean you have come from after your hunt for the Meta?

[Since he can see well enough that Wash is from after York's battle with Wyoming.]

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

Yeah. Quite a while after.

[He almost wishes he'd come from somewhere earlier though, considering things only managed to get worse after all that. Still, it's actually not bad to see Delta again. Of all the AI he'd put up with, Delta had always been the most agreeable, and that was something Wash could definitely appreciate.]

Guess that means you came from some point during that hunt, then?

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[alaspooryork]

[Delta does try to be polite and civil - which is more than one can say for any of the others, really.]

Yes. Apparently, I was taken shortly before my capture by the Meta.

Epsilon has appraised me of the results of that hunt as well as some of its immediate aftereffects. However, he did not mention your current state. Are you well?

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[carbonite]

You haven't done the whole kidnapped in space thing? Let me tell you, it's a blast.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

Yeah, I'm starting to get that sense. [He snorts, then proceeds with dry sarcasm.] It's really living up to my expectations.

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[carbonite]

I'm so happy for you.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

Thanks. [Yes, that's more sarcasm for you, sir.]

And the point of this conversation was?

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[carbonite]

There was a point ?

Private

[countermand]

[Oh he heard he magic word Agent.] Need to know which agency you're from.

Agent Mike Banning, U.S. Secret Service.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

I don't think you need to know anything.

[Have a scrutinizing look through the feed. He's already doubting this guy's ever heard of his "agency," but he speaks up again after a moment, regardless.]

I was a member of Project Freelancer, a UNSC military program. But it's been a while since I've really been able to consider myself an agent.

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[countermand]

[Mike can appreciate a healthy dose of paranoia, really, and nods in acknowledgment.]

Don't think I've heard of that one, myself, Agent Washington. United Nations...? [He's trying here okay.]

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[Yep, didn't think he'd know what it was. Wash isn't really going to elaborate, but he'll at least help out a little. Like, bare minimum here.]

United Nations Space Command. [Trying is good, just don't expect it to be rewarded well.] And I don't even think most of the UNSC itself ever heard of the program, so I wouldn't worry about it much.

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[countermand]

[Wow, they are really serious about all this space BS. Mike blinks for a second before nodding, albeit with a raised eyebrow.]

So, you're a space agent. [Somehow that is just hilarious to him and he fights to keep a smirk down.] Fightin' all those aliens?