hexaflexagons | [Rescue AU]

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[Rescue AU]

North's facing off with his sister when he realizes it. South's not going to be persuaded to switch sides with him. And Wash—Wash has been left behind, helpless, disoriented, and without any clue what's transpiring as the ship goes down. North reluctantly leaves his sister behind and as the ship loses gravity he pushes himself off the walls, diving forward to get back to the medical ward, and finds himself tumbling downward as the ship goes down.

Gravity kicks in, and he quits floating, making a jarring landing outside the recovery ward door. "Wash?" he calls, entering the room with caution.

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Apparently a lot of shit happened after the... Incident with Epsilon. Naturally Wash was left in the dark about it-- literally and figuratively. The only real 'clue' he got was a bitter comment from South shortly after waking up, and that was that Tex had gone rouge for whatever reason. Before he could really ask anything else South was out the door, and North shortly there after, leaving him to sit and twiddle his thumbs for god knows how long.

When Wash felt like he could finally relax for a moment the entire ship was rattling with gunfire. By the time he got up to investigate, the artificial gravity was cut. He couldn't think of any other reasonable response other than panic and confusion, but just when he tried to leave the med bay the gravity came back online and sent him straight down with a hard thud. It just about knocked him out and did wonders for his headache.

The first thing he hears is North, then York.

"Can someone explain to me just what the hell is going on!?" He manages to yell to his fellow teammates while trying to pick himself back up.

"Yeah," he says to York, and makes his way into the room at Wash's cry. "We don't have much time." He comes to brace Wash's arm. "I'm not sure of everything that's happened but we need to leave. Details can be sorted out later."

"We're crashing is what's happening. Impact in-" D ran the numbers and they don't look promising. He steps in opposite of North and hooks his arm around Wash's waist. "If we wanna get out of here and not be involved in a fiery ball of death we need to get to our pelican, now."

Wash wasn't sure what convinced him that the info they had would make him feel any better. In fact it made him feel worse. His anxiety practically gripped at his throat and made it hard to breathe, but he managed to croak out, "W-what!?" before leaning his weight against York because, honestly, he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Please, God, tell me I'm still unconscious and this is all a dream."

"No...no dreams here." He released Wash's weight, since he was leaning on York, and went to the door to watch for guards and medics. "No one's around. I think they're all dealing with the aftermath of the crash."

"Reggie's sleeping in a locker. Florida is god knows where- what happened to South?" That was the plan, retrieve his sister and bail. But- that's not happening and he has no idea what's happened to Tex. "Easy, Wash. We got you. One step at a time- but make them quick steps so we don't get found and shot. Okay?"

"You know what's great?" He mumbled, "A little freaking context! For instance, why the hell are we crashing!? And why do we have to worry abo-- Oh no." Before he could finish his sentence he felt his jaw clench and stomach heave-- definitely not a good sign. At this point he just wanted to lay down for a minute or two.

"South's with them," North said simply, not willing to be sentimental about the facts. That could come later. He came back to the men at the cot and et a hand on Wash's shoulder. "I know things are hard, and they're mixed up, but we need to get out of here before... Well, whatever happens."

"Director's a bad guy. Did bad shit. Involved us in that bad shit without telling us. We're kind of fighting back to do a thing, thing didn't get done, now we're bailing." A beat. "D says this hall's clear."

Somewhere along the road of figuring out things for himself, Wash found he was only digging up bad memories. It started with CT, and suddenly he was watching again while some of the top freelancers were on their knees screaming in agony after hearing the Director scream, 'Allison'.

... Allison...

His legs felt weak and he held onto York for support. Before he knew it he was reliving the hell that was Epsilon. The screaming like nails on chalkboard, the pain like sulfur in his bloodstream, and the-- the images.

Goodbye-- Don't say goodbye.

"Don't say goodbye.."

"Don't worry, Wash, we're not leaving you behind," North said. "You got him, York? I can take point."

"...yeah No reason to say goodbye to anyone here." There's a moment of recognition that's there and gone. He'll mull it over later. They need to go. Now. "I got him. Easy, Wash. Lean on me kid, we'll get you out of here."

For a while it was all just a... A fucking blur of reality and whatever distorted images his mind had to offer, but eventually he regained control of himself and did as York instructed.

"W-what about... Everyone else? I know you said-- are they all gone?"

North starts to lead the way down the hallway, weapon at the ready, this time opting for a handgun. "We don't know for sure, Wash." For now there was no need to explain that they had been on Tex's side or why that was true. For now all they needed to concentrate on was getting Wash to safety.

"Florida's somewhere, Reggie's sleeping in a locker, South is MIA, Carolina is MIA, Tex is, you guessed it, MIA, and Maine is..." York shakes his head. There's no real way to figure out how to describe what's happened to Main- he opts to not. "There's gotta be a safehouse somewhere we can rest up."

He looks between the both of them while continuing to let York guide him along the hallway. Meanwhile he tries to commit some of this information to memory. Where people are, what's going on, what their plan is. Basically everything he feels he needs to know.

But... But it keeps happening. Nothing near as intense as the first time, but enough to shake him to his core; mini flash backs and images that don't make any sense.

'Don't make me hurt you.'

Wash stumbles and grits his teeth when the ship hits some kind of turbulence. That's when he remembers they're crash landing and immediately he feels like he's going to throw up again.

It seems the ship is creaking as it sinks further into the ground, one the hall slowly tilting backward, and North lowers his head as he leans into the walk uphill. "The shuttle bay is our best bet, I think." As long as the ship doesn't tilt any further. A grunt pops his head into the hallway from somewhere, and North raises his weapon. The figure disappears as quickly as it came and North rushes forward to see down that side hallway.

"Come on," he urges York and Wash. The soldier was gone and for all they knew their position was about to be compromised.

This is not something he'd counted on. Well. Escape? Yes! Crashing and dealing with the aftermath? No. Ideally you leave the ship before you crash it but, man, he's just gotta be contrary doesn't he? Not his best plan. At least Wash is alright. Ish. Better than he was post implantation. "Don't think we can be much faster-"

York does his best to get his shoulder under Wash'es and help him back up from that stumble. It's not easy for any of them right now. "You need a moment to breathe?"

"N-no... We need to keep moving." Wash urges on. Once he regains his footing he tries to walk on his own, but some of his weight is still shared between him and York. He reaches for his head again and takes a deep breath.

He hadn't noticed it before, but his hud was filled with warnings of his surroundings along with concerns of his own health. His heart, for instance, is just short of jumping from his chest. By now it's all he can hear; the blood pounding in his ears.

"Please, let's just... Just find a way out of here, and quick."

They draw up to the door of the shuttle bay and North scopes out the scene. "It's chaos in there. Shuttles are all slammed to one side. I think some people got crushed. No one's paying attention." It'll be like picking off ducks in that air rifle carnival game. North always won the biggest prize playing that game, even with their cheaty rifles.

"Not even Niner remembered to anchor her damn pelican? Wow. She really must have been in a hurry." If no one else did their shit right, Niner can be counted on to not fuck it all up. But if the Pelicans are a mess getting to one, a bitch. Getting it lined up to leave, a double bitch. Getting it to fly after being knocked around? Triple bitch. "Take point, clear a path?"

For the second time Wash feels his entire jaw snap shut like a bear trap, and he can already taste the acid in the back of his throat. He tries desperately to breathe through his nose until the sensation dies down and he can talk again without doubling over.

"That one... It's our best bet." He gestures to a pelican on the top of the pile. It's in the best condition as far as he can tell.

He pauses to take stock of people's locations. They show up as friendlies on his HUD. "All right," he says. "Going in. Sync." And he rushes through the doorway, blasting bullets with precision to remove any threats that stand in their way.

"Brace. We're going to sprint, kid, think you can manage?" If not he'll go slow and aim for cover. If he can run- that'll make it easier.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." He says to York, trying to stand more on his own so York doesn't have to carry him the entire way there.

Even though North seems to be fairing on his own with hostiles, Wash keeps an eye out for anything he should be careful of.

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