[ For his part, there's some noise of activity going on in the background. He'd managed to hook up with some of the others from his residence floor, and the beeps and pneumatic clicks of the hologram voice-overs bounce around behind him.
The easy part is done. Now they have to clear out a chamber full of ugly assholes that Raleigh doesn't have the patience for. ]
You're alive. [ Raleigh answers with audible relief, though that amounts to only the smallest uptick in enthusiasm far as a guy like Raleigh would sound like to anyone else. Not for the first time, Raleigh wonders if they've all been brought back together, as a crew, just so they could get ripped apart piece by piece all over again. This whole space adventure certainly felt like the start of it, with hope motivating the downward spin into red-edged fear and paranoia. ] I got worried.
[ there's too much to chuck's response that's wry. if asked, the answer would be as blunt as it would be quick- if he'd outlived the breach, if he's here after delivering an ocean-clearing payload in the bottom of the pacific, he sure as hell isn't going out because of a few goddamn reanimated corpses.
something in his head has made the leap, turned the necromorphs into other because chuck can't look at them and know they were once people. because he's spent days taking them apart limb by limb. because he'd listened to alayne whisper into her communicator like she was as good as damned found already. because his old man and mori and becket are still out there somewhere when they should be together, a unit. ]
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The easy part is done. Now they have to clear out a chamber full of ugly assholes that Raleigh doesn't have the patience for. ]
You're alive. [ Raleigh answers with audible relief, though that amounts to only the smallest uptick in enthusiasm far as a guy like Raleigh would sound like to anyone else. Not for the first time, Raleigh wonders if they've all been brought back together, as a crew, just so they could get ripped apart piece by piece all over again. This whole space adventure certainly felt like the start of it, with hope motivating the downward spin into red-edged fear and paranoia. ] I got worried.
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[ there's too much to chuck's response that's wry. if asked, the answer would be as blunt as it would be quick- if he'd outlived the breach, if he's here after delivering an ocean-clearing payload in the bottom of the pacific, he sure as hell isn't going out because of a few goddamn reanimated corpses.
something in his head has made the leap, turned the necromorphs into other because chuck can't look at them and know they were once people. because he's spent days taking them apart limb by limb. because he'd listened to alayne whisper into her communicator like she was as good as damned found already. because his old man and mori and becket are still out there somewhere when they should be together, a unit. ]
Mori's all green last check.