[ there's a frown that translates easily to his voice, but it's left for the acknowledgment of his vulnerability, not the question. mori'd known him long enough, well enough, to have the answer long before she asked. ]
Improvise, [ she tells him (again, things he doesn't really need to hear but she offers nevertheless. As grim as circumstances might be, she maintains the kind of tenacity that's bred into all rangers.
There are jobs to do, you do them. Arm yourself, secure the area, then move forward. ]
Is that a good idea? [ Only the slightest bit of concern colors her voice. It went without saying that she and Raleigh had an "open line" themselves, but compatibility tethered them together, not the comms. ]
[ underneath all of that, there's a joke waiting for the punchline. something about chuck hansen and bad ideas. but no one says it and the moment passes and then it's just the two of them, bantering about the inevitable and things they both know need to be done.
chuck has one pack finished, ready to be secured to his back. he'll have a second completed in a matter of minutes. ]
[ There's a computer that requires access and a complete lack of light in this part of the hold. In the back of her mind Mako is already trying to diagnose the problem as her eyes scan the room, trying to trace lines to power sources and routing boxes — difficult in the dark, but not impossible.
Soon she'll need her hands free and will be heads down while tasks are delegated to the others. ]
Keep the line clear. [ Again, not a request. They wouldn't have time to squabble amongst themselves with their backs against the wall. Most of the time it wasn't an issue but when they fought it was back to back and side to side, not separated by distances that pulled and prodded at their moods. ]
[ chuck doesn't gripe because it goes beyond that. it isn't that mori's giving command orders so much as she's an echo- the repetition of everything that courses through his veins and hums in his ears. yes they're survivalists, and yes they're rangers- but pilots are trained (meant) to lean on one another. to exist as more than one consciousness in one space. the affirmations they seek out, the connections they reach for- are absolute reflex. ]
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[ there's a frown that translates easily to his voice, but it's left for the acknowledgment of his vulnerability, not the question. mori'd known him long enough, well enough, to have the answer long before she asked. ]
I've got'a line open with Becket.
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There are jobs to do, you do them. Arm yourself, secure the area, then move forward. ]
Is that a good idea? [ Only the slightest bit of concern colors her voice. It went without saying that she and Raleigh had an "open line" themselves, but compatibility tethered them together, not the comms. ]
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chuck has one pack finished, ready to be secured to his back. he'll have a second completed in a matter of minutes. ]
Guess we'll find out.
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Soon she'll need her hands free and will be heads down while tasks are delegated to the others. ]
Keep the line clear. [ Again, not a request. They wouldn't have time to squabble amongst themselves with their backs against the wall. Most of the time it wasn't an issue but when they fought it was back to back and side to side, not separated by distances that pulled and prodded at their moods. ]
Check-ins, every hour.
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Understood.
Line clear, Hansen out.