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Everything Felix hears is blasted on every frequency on chorus. He thought it was only fitting, considering their last encounter.
When tucker caught on, he'd muted his own output speakers, leading the two of them in an out right brawl until Felix could wrestle the helmet off the blue sim soldier. He'd been nearly gentle until that point, wanting to save tucker from pain until the unwilling audience was ready to listen in.
That; and he wanted the helmet off to make sure that annoying AI couldn't jump over to help out his soon to be butchered teammate.
The initial skirmish ended when part of the building they'd been fighting alongside fell under the onslaught of fire power, and collapsed mostly on top of them. Felix's shield helped him avoid most of the falling debris. Tucker wasn't so lucky, and lay dazed and pinned in the rubble.
As soon as Felix's headset was broadcasting live, he peeled the protective armor from Tucker's free arm.
It took breaking three fingers before he got what he was looking for, a painful choked off whimper for all of Chorus to hear.
....
The hum of captain tucker's plasma sword filled the airways, the own faintly swear murder the the mercenary. Palomo really wanted to mute his comm, but the church AI the red and blue's had was trying to track the transmissions source, and palomo, like everyone else listening, wanted to be ready to take action when the blue computer unit found where his captain was.
The airways filled with screaming; Palomo had to fight to be sick. The saving grace was the transmitting that caught over Felix's broadcast. Church's voice strained to be heard over his teammate agony, heading out coordinates in a panic.
It was only a few blocks from where palomino currently was; he ran like never before. No plan. Not even an idea. He just knew he could let the only other member of green team go through this alone.
When tucker caught on, he'd muted his own output speakers, leading the two of them in an out right brawl until Felix could wrestle the helmet off the blue sim soldier. He'd been nearly gentle until that point, wanting to save tucker from pain until the unwilling audience was ready to listen in.
That; and he wanted the helmet off to make sure that annoying AI couldn't jump over to help out his soon to be butchered teammate.
The initial skirmish ended when part of the building they'd been fighting alongside fell under the onslaught of fire power, and collapsed mostly on top of them. Felix's shield helped him avoid most of the falling debris. Tucker wasn't so lucky, and lay dazed and pinned in the rubble.
As soon as Felix's headset was broadcasting live, he peeled the protective armor from Tucker's free arm.
It took breaking three fingers before he got what he was looking for, a painful choked off whimper for all of Chorus to hear.
....
The hum of captain tucker's plasma sword filled the airways, the own faintly swear murder the the mercenary. Palomo really wanted to mute his comm, but the church AI the red and blue's had was trying to track the transmissions source, and palomo, like everyone else listening, wanted to be ready to take action when the blue computer unit found where his captain was.
The airways filled with screaming; Palomo had to fight to be sick. The saving grace was the transmitting that caught over Felix's broadcast. Church's voice strained to be heard over his teammate agony, heading out coordinates in a panic.
It was only a few blocks from where palomino currently was; he ran like never before. No plan. Not even an idea. He just knew he could let the only other member of green team go through this alone.
