Sure, this shit was getting to be old, old paths that seemed way too familiar to the point that they could be navigated in his sleep. But, hey, at least this didn’t have anything to do with Project Freelancer and the orbit of people associated with it this time; that was both a bonus and a total surprise for once. But without those customary footholds it made it so much more delicate to navigate through this: Tucker felt like he was climbing a smooth mountain made of glass.
It sucked. He didn’t want to climb or navigate or deal with anything. He just wanted to go to home and just do what they did in Blood Gulch. Was that too much to ask for?
Yes. Of course it was.
“Look, it’s bullshit, just like it’s bullshit that at least one of these wars can’t be on a beach somewhere where clothing has been banned and the entire other army is just hot chicks.” His shoulders rolled a little in a shrug, over this damn war, over all of it. “All I care about is getting back to the others before Caboose can set the entire planet of Chorus on fire.”
And…and seeing his kid. Hearing from him. Something. And the Reds. Having a beer with Grif.
“If we have to fight in another stupid war, then I guess we don’t have choice. But you better believe that I’m going to kick whatever asshole pulled us into this right in the dick.”
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Sure, this shit was getting to be old, old paths that seemed way too familiar to the point that they could be navigated in his sleep. But, hey, at least this didn’t have anything to do with Project Freelancer and the orbit of people associated with it this time; that was both a bonus and a total surprise for once. But without those customary footholds it made it so much more delicate to navigate through this: Tucker felt like he was climbing a smooth mountain made of glass.
It sucked. He didn’t want to climb or navigate or deal with anything. He just wanted to go to home and just do what they did in Blood Gulch. Was that too much to ask for?
Yes. Of course it was.
“Look, it’s bullshit, just like it’s bullshit that at least one of these wars can’t be on a beach somewhere where clothing has been banned and the entire other army is just hot chicks.” His shoulders rolled a little in a shrug, over this damn war, over all of it. “All I care about is getting back to the others before Caboose can set the entire planet of Chorus on fire.”
And…and seeing his kid. Hearing from him. Something. And the Reds. Having a beer with Grif.
“If we have to fight in another stupid war, then I guess we don’t have choice. But you better believe that I’m going to kick whatever asshole pulled us into this right in the dick.”