[That's the thing, though - he's not so okay with going into it. But he figures he can go into some of it without giving too many details; he can't really blame York for being curious, and while trust isn't something he's really got any of, he's pretty sure this won't be another situation like what happened with South.]
I don't really want to do details. [He's at least nice enough to give warning?] Basically, I was in recovery for quite a while after the ship crashed, thanks to my AI. But I got better. Once I did, they put me on the recovery force, sent me out to follow beacons of fallen agents in order to retrieve their armor enhancements and their AIs, if they had one. Basic job, except I was only put on because someone had started hunting down freelancers specifically for their equipment.
[He's realizing now that he hasn't really told the full story to anyone yet. Then again, he hasn't really had anyone competent to talk to since... Yeah, he can't even remember. Who knows, maybe talking about it to York, however vaguely, would be okay.
Taking a pause for a moment, Wash steps further into the room finally, away from the door and toward one of the beds. There's a glance over to York, and then he takes a seat on the edge of said bed, figuring he might as well get comfortable if they're going to talk.]
We called it the Meta, but...technically, it was Maine. Guess Sigma got to him more than any of us realized, because he wasn't really Maine anymore. [A shrug, almost indifferent, but in a way, he can actually relate to the poor guy's experience, even if his with Epsilon was far different.] The only AI I managed to save on the job was Delta, and that was only because you were...well, killed by Wyoming, apparently. Not that it really lasted long.
To cut things a little shorter-- [Because he's not really looking to tell York some of the details, such as...him shooting South.] --I ended up hunting the Meta down with the help of some idiot simulation troopers. It seemed like wild goose chase at first - we'd catch up, we'd fight, and he'd get away - but eventually we did stop him. ...Not until after he got Delta, though. Essentially though, we drew him to Freelancer headquarters, and I simultaneously took him out, as well as the remainder of the Project. Finally found a way to get the whole program shut down for good. [Or, you know, he'd thought. Expression growing far more sour at this point, he practically scoffs and shakes his head.] Except the sim troopers didn't come through in turning in the evidence of everything the Director had done, so I ended up tossed in prison with the Meta, and the Director's out there.
Where I came from, I managed to strike up a deal to get myself out and cleared of charges - I just had to get the evidence back from the troopers and turn it in. But I ended up here before that could happen.
[Okay, so it's a really basic and quick explanation of the time since he'd last seen York alive, and missing so, so many details (including the fact that Epsilon was the evidence and that he ended up working with the Meta just before arriving here), but no one said York can't ask questions. Wash just wants to get the basics out, and now that they're off his chest, he gives his head a little shake and runs a hand through his hair with a puff of a sigh.]
That's the really, really short version. A lot's happened since you left, and the majority has been incredibly grating on my patience.
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I don't really want to do details. [He's at least nice enough to give warning?] Basically, I was in recovery for quite a while after the ship crashed, thanks to my AI. But I got better. Once I did, they put me on the recovery force, sent me out to follow beacons of fallen agents in order to retrieve their armor enhancements and their AIs, if they had one. Basic job, except I was only put on because someone had started hunting down freelancers specifically for their equipment.
[He's realizing now that he hasn't really told the full story to anyone yet. Then again, he hasn't really had anyone competent to talk to since... Yeah, he can't even remember. Who knows, maybe talking about it to York, however vaguely, would be okay.
Taking a pause for a moment, Wash steps further into the room finally, away from the door and toward one of the beds. There's a glance over to York, and then he takes a seat on the edge of said bed, figuring he might as well get comfortable if they're going to talk.]
We called it the Meta, but...technically, it was Maine. Guess Sigma got to him more than any of us realized, because he wasn't really Maine anymore. [A shrug, almost indifferent, but in a way, he can actually relate to the poor guy's experience, even if his with Epsilon was far different.] The only AI I managed to save on the job was Delta, and that was only because you were...well, killed by Wyoming, apparently. Not that it really lasted long.
To cut things a little shorter-- [Because he's not really looking to tell York some of the details, such as...him shooting South.] --I ended up hunting the Meta down with the help of some idiot simulation troopers. It seemed like wild goose chase at first - we'd catch up, we'd fight, and he'd get away - but eventually we did stop him. ...Not until after he got Delta, though. Essentially though, we drew him to Freelancer headquarters, and I simultaneously took him out, as well as the remainder of the Project. Finally found a way to get the whole program shut down for good. [Or, you know, he'd thought. Expression growing far more sour at this point, he practically scoffs and shakes his head.] Except the sim troopers didn't come through in turning in the evidence of everything the Director had done, so I ended up tossed in prison with the Meta, and the Director's out there.
Where I came from, I managed to strike up a deal to get myself out and cleared of charges - I just had to get the evidence back from the troopers and turn it in. But I ended up here before that could happen.
[Okay, so it's a really basic and quick explanation of the time since he'd last seen York alive, and missing so, so many details (including the fact that Epsilon was the evidence and that he ended up working with the Meta just before arriving here), but no one said York can't ask questions. Wash just wants to get the basics out, and now that they're off his chest, he gives his head a little shake and runs a hand through his hair with a puff of a sigh.]
That's the really, really short version. A lot's happened since you left, and the majority has been incredibly grating on my patience.