audio | un: carolina | team locked to alpha + beta

[leaderboards]

Alright, everybody, listen up! Beta's on their way out and we need to move.

Alpha, I need you all to wreck what you can. Make it loud, make it messy, try not to kill any teammates in the process. [ which is to say, if you're going to blow up anything (and she really hope you will) make sure none of your friends are nearby. ] Beta, I don't care which one of you has the relic, but if you clump together and the Trilk get it back, mission failure's all on you. Everyone's running decoy and distraction here. We need it. We'll rendezvous in the shaded valley due south and if you're not there in half an hour, we're leaving you.

[ unless it's the poor sap with the relic, or someone manages to coax a few more minutes of sympathy into her. her voice doesn't give much room for it right now, but she just wants to get everyone moving to safety asap. ]

Got it? Thirty minutes starting now. Sync.

( ooc: take place immediately after this is successful. tagging free for all, threadjack away unless someone marks a private thread. )

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[realimperfect]

Oh, only Eluvio? Then what from Carolina? [ She's curious, really, wanting to know what her thoughts were about the entire thing - even past the entire debacle that was being sent with what she would consider to be only a slight trove of supplies for something like this. At her question about what she would've said, though, Re-L simply raises a brow instead of asking out and out - after all, she had a sneaking suspicion Sombra would tell her anyway. ]

I wouldn't wish to be the leader in this situation, to be at all honest with you. That, I will give to her, however - the entire thing is still just.. mad. And we don't even know what this stupid little cube does. [ Neither of them were leader types - Re-L herself tended to like to blaze her own path, but was used to cramping her style to work in teams for investigations when it came down to it. It was just - ]

All this macho militaristic posturing makes me sick, though. I don't have time for fragile egos and empty threats when we're all risking our necks and our lives out here.. yes there's a need to work together, to a point, but it isn't like I'm going to implicitly trust anyone else but me, in the end, with my own life or decisions..

[ Honest to a fault, at least. ]

[doxing]

Carolina's obviously a bitch, but I've worked with people like her before. She's one of those "prove your worth" types, because she considers herself the best. (and she may very well be, there's no evidence for or against it — sombra shrugs.) You just gotta say "roger that" and ignore the shit outta her.

(that's what she's been doing.

in any case,) We've got the relic and she's not gonna leave without us. How do I know? 'Cause a mission failure to her is like a reeeal disappointing orgasm, créame. (teeth pinning her lip, sombra gives re-l a very saucy wink, obviously making light of the situation.)

Don't feel the need to put your faith in anyone. That's your prerogative. Just know she's full of hot air.

[realimperfect]

[ Sombra elaborates and Re-L can't help but to roll her yes and give a small, agreeing scoff. Of course, her own team leader wasn't all that different, but Carolina was spear-heading above even him at this rate. Re-L herself just sort of.. held a standing distain for those in a seat of power, as well, though no one had surpassed her grandfather, as if yet, in the way of interference and control. So, as of yet, there wasn't anyone around that she wouldn't even stand up for if someone was trying to kill them, which is saying something - ]

I suppose I'm just not genetically pre-disposed to giving a shit about orders or what other people want from me, in most cases. Most pertinently when it's ordered in that manner.

[ Still, the disappointing orgasm comment earns a look of.. part confusion and part 'I didn't want to think about Carolina in terms of any kind of orgasm, thank you.' though she does offer - ]

I don't think I even have any kind of perspective on that. [ AAAYYYEEEE. ]

Regardless, in terms of keeping the team efficient, rushing is not going to accomplish a damn thing other than injuries and mistakes if someone does take her seriously.

[doxing]

Oh, hermosa, (orders, hahahahahaha...) don't I know it.

(loves how she breezes over the more explicit of her points, sniffing a laugh at it. kids will be kids, she supposes, but re-l's smart to avoid becoming a hot commodity of a woman. it's so hard being really ridiculously good-looking.)

Right now all that's rushing me is the promise of a real long soak in the hot tub in the fitness centre.

...

(but considering this is super important, earning re-l a serious look,) Okay, please tell me you've had an orgasm.

[realimperfect]

If she didn't remind me of my grandfather's presumptuousness it might be different.. but then again I doubt Carolina has ever been a Regent, either. [ Someone with the power to socially axe you totally had the gravitas to make sure that anyone and everyone, no matter their station, listened and listened well. Maybe that was the difference, here - true vs. token power. In the grand scheme of things - she and Sombra may be the ones, after all, with it -

Relic in hand, and all. ]

I hadn't even thought of that, but it doesn't sound like a bad plan at all... [ A pause, there's a glance down at the still seeping arm she'd not really spared too much of a look at beyond an initial field dress, and then - ] After I go to medical. Or else McCoy may genuinely have my skin.

[ But Sombra keeps up on the orgasm question, earning her one of those reprimanding glares. Regardless of what was, or had gone on in her life, was when they were trying to escape an alien planet really the best time for them to have this discussion? ]

Maybe we'll talk about that when we're not mid-attempt to escape an alien planet that's already trying to kill us? There will be no more orgasms for anyone if we don't make it off planet.

[ Sorry, Sombra, not going to get that information so easily off of Prudence Mayer. ]

[doxing]

Comparing Carolina to a grumpy old man seems pretty apt, there, Re-l. (she files the "grandfather" topic away for another time, however, keen on hearing more about such a strange existence.

sombra's aware of the state re-l's arm is in, but, like her, isn't ready to stop and address the problem. there's nothing she can do for it, she's meant to destroy things, corrupt things, and cripple things. all she's managed to heal are megacorporations' systems rife with a disease called greed and even then it was stripping them all from the inside with savage expositions and high-stakes blackmail.

what lives they seem to have lead. there's a huff of a laugh at the reprimand, unaffected. a conversation for later, sure, but—)

That is a "no". (my god.) Look, I'm buying you drinks when things settle down. Repression's bad for the spirit.

(but she does relent, adjusting the energy shield affixed to her forearm with a glance back to re-l's arm.)

Where can I drop you off? Is Cass waiting for you?

[realimperfect]

I can be clever from time to time. [ Though comparing anyone to her grandfather ought to be an insult instead of something funny, considering all that had happened, but she wasn't in the mood to spill her guts right then and there. There's a deep seated assurance in her mind, as it stood, that she could probably expect a good bit of questioning about things she'd said but hadn't elaborated on at some point.

Sombra just seemed the type.]

That is a 'I am not discussing this right now.' [ Correction. ] I was thinking I needed that anyway. McCoy brought up whiskey and I've come to realize that all that talk about aged wine apparently makes me seem in my thirties instead of my teens.

So perhaps it's time to try immigrant level liquor after all. [ No one would be watching her here, after all, to give her shit about trying whiskey or anything else. ]

Yes, he is at some waypoint back to the ship. [ Movement catches her eyes and she stops in conversation for a moment, darting to follow whatever it was a ways off. Thankfully the animal in question decides to continue on, and so she turns her attention back to Sombra. ] I'm still functional enough to be self-sufficient, if you have other objectives to get to while we're still on planet.

[ And there's one of those little smirks that says she'd even keep her mouth shut about it if asked. ]

[doxing]

You just call my liquor immigrant-level, hermana? Better watch your mouth with that kinda white-bread talk. (she's amused though, not in the least bit offended — re-l comes from a very different world.) You're right about the aged wine, though. Maybe Carolina's not the grumpy old man on this mission...

(a glance over, though, meeting the gaze.

would she keep her mouth shut? it's a possibility, but sombra doesn't have anything more to do with this planet. she'll keep the sentiment in mind, however, for the future. maybe the girl will be useful, with the right grooming.)

Don't worry about that, just get your arm patched up before people ask ya where to buy the red uniform.

(if it's a waypoint back to the ship and they're a good distance from the base they just pillaged, sombra detaches herself from re-l's side and hefts the energy shield with a upward swing of her gun.)

You go, meet up with Cass. If anything comes your way, I'll take care of it, a'right? (a wink over her shoulder,) Don't drop the item we busted our asses for.

[realimperfect]

Well, that's what it was called in the dome. [ She doesn't look in the least bit sorry, at least. Hard liquor wasn't exactly something a society that praised self-control praised, after all. It didn't stop her from wanting to try at her earliest convenience, though.

Though, there's a small cluck of her tongue - a tsk noise after the comment about the red uniform. ]

I was hoping to start a trend, though.

[ She disengages from Sombra's side with a nod, calm even though she was an arm down on an alien planet bent on killing them all. She's confident enough with her aim to feel confident with Sombra behind her - provided she actually means it when she says that she'll watch her back. ]

I think someone would have to steal it from me for that, and that won't happen without a hell of a fight.

Stay within Carolina's time frame, mn? [ Her parting shot before she's turning back toward walking the opposite direction, pace still militant even as she's starting to feel less and less energized. There was no sense in slowing down now, after all. ]