[ Alphys how could you betray him like this?! No it's fine, because she's going to get a memory he doesn't mind people seeing:
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This memory is a bit choppy, as the relevant segments were interspersed with fighting, but the most notable thing right off the bat is that Wash is in outerspace. Deep space, nothing in sight out the bay of his ship but stars and the floating station they’re presumably about to attack, surrounded by junk and old wrecked, abandoned spaceships. Welcome to the junkyard, and Wash’s first full mission in hard vacuum.
Carolina, standing tall with teal armor and an authoritative voice, is passing out packs and orders -- no, it’s a warning. "Use your packs sparingly, course correction only. You don't want to end up like Georgia."
"Wait, what happened to Georgia?" Wash suddenly sounds wary of this, although everyone else is strapping on their packs calmly, not asking questions.
The answer comes from a woman in purple armor, who doesn’t sound worried at all despite her very disturbing words, "Nobody knows, they never found him."
"Are you sure these things are safe?!"
But there’s no choice. Off they go, and Wash sails out into space and into a hangar bay where a firefight ensues. It’s impressive, but when it’s over they have to head back out into open space, the new target clear across the junkyard and the soldiers with no ship to ferry them. Wash is the last to leave, because he’s helping York up and explaining where they’re headed.
"We're going all the way over there? After what happened to Georgia?" York, similarly, does not sound terribly alarmed.
Wash most certainly does now, though. Are they just messing with him? "Would someone please tell me what happened to Georgia?!"
"Dude, you do not want to know."
"I really do, though!"
But again, there’s no choice in the matter. York flies off and Wash has to follow, but the next serious threat isn’t just more soldiers, it’s a nuke the enemy left behind that’s set to detonate. The soldiers have to get back to the ship immediately to have a chance of getting out of the blast zone so everyone fires their packs and blazes back into the open bay.
“Get inside now!" Their pilot, over the radio, sounds frantic.
"Wash, what are you doing? Get in here, use your jetpack!" York’s noticed that Wash is the only one still outside the ship, floating with nothing to push off to adjust his trajectory and too scared to fire without being certain he’ll go in the right direction. In space, there’s nothing to slow you down, so even if this whole thing is some inside joke to haze him, he’s honestly terrified now.
"I don't wanna end up like Georgia!!!"
"Oh for god's sake…” Carolina turns back and lifts her grappling hook, firing it straight at him. She snags him in the crotch, which luckily for his balls is an armored codpiece but unluckily for his dignity is still his crotch, and hauls back as hard as she can.
Wash is dragged into the ship screaming his head off, and he will never live this down.
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He might not see anything, but Wash can tell that Alphys did by the way she goes still and distant. Sighing, he pulls back to a safe distance to let her ride it out, hoping it was nothing too traumatizing. When her eyes refocus, he sounds wary as he asks a vital question. ]
Re: 2, let's go for some jokey shit
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This memory is a bit choppy, as the relevant segments were interspersed with fighting, but the most notable thing right off the bat is that Wash is in outerspace. Deep space, nothing in sight out the bay of his ship but stars and the floating station they’re presumably about to attack, surrounded by junk and old wrecked, abandoned spaceships. Welcome to the junkyard, and Wash’s first full mission in hard vacuum.
Carolina, standing tall with teal armor and an authoritative voice, is passing out packs and orders -- no, it’s a warning. "Use your packs sparingly, course correction only. You don't want to end up like Georgia."
"Wait, what happened to Georgia?" Wash suddenly sounds wary of this, although everyone else is strapping on their packs calmly, not asking questions.
The answer comes from a woman in purple armor, who doesn’t sound worried at all despite her very disturbing words, "Nobody knows, they never found him."
"Are you sure these things are safe?!"
But there’s no choice. Off they go, and Wash sails out into space and into a hangar bay where a firefight ensues. It’s impressive, but when it’s over they have to head back out into open space, the new target clear across the junkyard and the soldiers with no ship to ferry them. Wash is the last to leave, because he’s helping York up and explaining where they’re headed.
"We're going all the way over there? After what happened to Georgia?" York, similarly, does not sound terribly alarmed.
Wash most certainly does now, though. Are they just messing with him? "Would someone please tell me what happened to Georgia?!"
"Dude, you do not want to know."
"I really do, though!"
But again, there’s no choice in the matter. York flies off and Wash has to follow, but the next serious threat isn’t just more soldiers, it’s a nuke the enemy left behind that’s set to detonate. The soldiers have to get back to the ship immediately to have a chance of getting out of the blast zone so everyone fires their packs and blazes back into the open bay.
Carolina shouts, "Go go go!”
“Get inside now!" Their pilot, over the radio, sounds frantic.
"Wash, what are you doing? Get in here, use your jetpack!" York’s noticed that Wash is the only one still outside the ship, floating with nothing to push off to adjust his trajectory and too scared to fire without being certain he’ll go in the right direction. In space, there’s nothing to slow you down, so even if this whole thing is some inside joke to haze him, he’s honestly terrified now.
"I don't wanna end up like Georgia!!!"
"Oh for god's sake…” Carolina turns back and lifts her grappling hook, firing it straight at him. She snags him in the crotch, which luckily for his balls is an armored codpiece but unluckily for his dignity is still his crotch, and hauls back as hard as she can.
Wash is dragged into the ship screaming his head off, and he will never live this down.
--
He might not see anything, but Wash can tell that Alphys did by the way she goes still and distant. Sighing, he pulls back to a safe distance to let her ride it out, hoping it was nothing too traumatizing. When her eyes refocus, he sounds wary as he asks a vital question. ]
...you okay?