Hey, Tucker still described himself as that, but let’s be real: since Chorus, it’s been more “fighter” and less “lover”. And scarier yet was how well he begrudgingly fit into the role, one he didn’t want, one he still didn’t want because the responsibility sucked. People lives in his hands sucked. All of it sucked. But, surprisingly, he did the whole “leader” moderately okay, especially when he was making lieutenants stay back while Captains did the stupid risky shit..
This…wasn’t much better. A new place. A new war they didn’t belong to with new people that they didn’t have any connection to. Tucker didn’t really buy into the whole “history repeats itself/karmic wheel bullshit” but damn if it wasn’t feeling like that right about now. Once was enough, but the Reds and Blues were way too familiar with this damn ride.
At least he and Wash weren’t busy trying to save each other from the opposite sides this time. And at least Caboose and the Reds weren’t having to wade through this bullshit, too.
“Oh my God, they’re better than most of the people here.” Which wasn’t helping his case, really, because he had a feeling anything that wasn’t better than everyone would result in more drills, more practice, more laps, regardless of the authority of old ranks. Tucker braced himself for the inevitable.
Shit.
But it didn’t come, and the Sim Trooper looked over at him hesitantly, waiting. But nothing, still. He blinked once, raising an eyebrow, as he breathed a puff of cold air.
“Get what?” So, maybe he was going to feel this out because that wasn’t vague and melodramatic at all, Wash. Nope. Not one bit.
Nooo worries! /hugs these tags tightly
Hey, Tucker still described himself as that, but let’s be real: since Chorus, it’s been more “fighter” and less “lover”. And scarier yet was how well he begrudgingly fit into the role, one he didn’t want, one he still didn’t want because the responsibility sucked. People lives in his hands sucked. All of it sucked. But, surprisingly, he did the whole “leader” moderately okay, especially when he was making lieutenants stay back while Captains did the stupid risky shit..
This…wasn’t much better. A new place. A new war they didn’t belong to with new people that they didn’t have any connection to. Tucker didn’t really buy into the whole “history repeats itself/karmic wheel bullshit” but damn if it wasn’t feeling like that right about now. Once was enough, but the Reds and Blues were way too familiar with this damn ride.
At least he and Wash weren’t busy trying to save each other from the opposite sides this time. And at least Caboose and the Reds weren’t having to wade through this bullshit, too.
“Oh my God, they’re better than most of the people here.” Which wasn’t helping his case, really, because he had a feeling anything that wasn’t better than everyone would result in more drills, more practice, more laps, regardless of the authority of old ranks. Tucker braced himself for the inevitable.
Shit.
But it didn’t come, and the Sim Trooper looked over at him hesitantly, waiting. But nothing, still. He blinked once, raising an eyebrow, as he breathed a puff of cold air.
“Get what?” So, maybe he was going to feel this out because that wasn’t vague and melodramatic at all, Wash. Nope. Not one bit.