[Liberation AU]

[guerriera]

The world had changed since one man's cry had sent her crashing across the training room floor, mind ablaze with a single name. And so too had Carolina's place in it.

That she'd awoken alone and scared and dazed, with nothing and no one to anchor her in the recovery ward except the chatter of two imbalanced AI hadn't helped matters. Not with the whispers at her back in the corridors and the feeling of all eyes on her when she'd all but stormed the bridge. She'd been down, yes, but not out. A miscalculation wasn't enough to discourage her, not when she knew that she could handle it. She would prove she could handle it. It hadn't been her fault that the match had been interrupted..

But that hadn't stopped people from staring, clearly wondering just how much more rope was needed for Carolina to hang herself with, for when she took that next fall from the high pedastal she'd worked so hard to climb on top of...

Because that number one slot would be hers again - but not through her own doing. Not in the way it was supposed to count. No, it was 'thanks' to Texas leaving, breaking the trust of the Director and the Project. Attempting to steal other AI. Defection during wartime carried harsh enough penalties as it was, but no, no, Texas had to go one better. She couldn't settle for one death (traitor or no traitor, and oh, it hurt to think of Connie), Texas dared to try and drag the rest of the team down with her. Her team. Her best friend.

Between that news, Iota's petulant whining and Eta's discordant drone in the back of her mind, it had been all Carolina could do to keep from screaming like the child the Director accused her of acting like.

Even now, Carolina could feel the press of two discordant minds on her own, whispering about the shapes in the corridor shadows, how they lingered in the elevator shaft behind York as he stepped out of the dark towards them. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was taunt, wavering in spite of her best efforts, unable to hide the hurt. Across the twin barrels of her plasma rifles, gold visor tipped, tilted to glare as she shook her head. (Distantly, she was aware of the thrum of her weapons', the energy pulse vibrating even through her gloves. The ship shuddered around them, but that, Carolina didn't seem to notice.)

"Why are you helping her?!"

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[logicunlocked]

When Delta received that ping York had begun to make his way across country to reach them. It was a bit of slow going considering the trees and the underbrush but he was approaching the coordinates he'd been given.

"I hope we don't end up walking into a fight, D."

"Odds of that are high, considering the parties involved," Delta replied. "Perhaps you should prepare to separate them if necessary."

"That's a good way to get myself beaten into the dirt," York said with a chuckle. The two women were both better fighters than him. "I don't think that's a good plan."

At that point he was approaching the small clearing and flashes of teal armor were visible between the trees. "No fist-fight going on," he muttered to Delta with relief. "D, send Tex a ping so she knows we're nearby."

[crankypsychoex]

Carolina was going to have to try real hard if she wanted to get through Tex. She wasn't about to help the redhead despite the obvious unsteadiness, but she wasn't going to let the woman wander off on her own in this condition.

"I'm not the one who corrupted the project. You have Leonard to thank for that," she replied dryly. "He lied to me, too." If only Carolina would understand that.

It was then that York's ping came in and out of the corner of her eye she spotted his movement. She wasn't sure if this would make things better or worse. "York and D are here."

[guerriera]

"I. don't. care." How much more blunt did she have to be on this matter? There was no room for empathy or bonding over mutual betrayals. Not with the harm too fresh, the wounds too raw.

It would have been an impressive bit of backsass had Carolina's eyes not been unfocused or her breathing growing steadily more ragged.

Petty? Now, yes, she really was being petty, but safety and common sense were the very last things on her mind right now. Instead, she staggered into an about-turn, attempting to walk back the way she'd come. If only to sit for a minute on the log. The twins weren't being helpful at all.

She did jerk slightly at the mention of Texas' partner in crime, however. "Of course he is," she muttered bitterly. He's with you. And he could stay that way, far away from her, for all that Carolina had no say in the matter.

[logicunlocked]

York made his way the rest of the way through the trees and put his weapon in its holster. "Hey, Carolina," he said, as if to test her reaction. Tex was there, of course, but she could handle herself—York didn't even nod in her direction.