a. up on my side, where it is felt, i pack a little pistol on my pistol belt ( battle, around the moira. cw: general violence, injury ) [ Having been entirely prepared for negotiations to fail and almost certain that they would, Wash is one of the first into the fight, armoured and ready to go. He has no reservations over killing any of his opponents. Though he'd been game for Shepard's proposed plan of non-lethal force, he'd had an inkling the entire time that if negotiating was useless, lethal force would prove necessary. It hadn't seemed to him like the Caducans would stop until they got their revenge. That meant killing anyone who attacked any of the crew.
As a soldier, none of this is new to him. He barely blinks as he guns an enemy down, simply moves on to the next. He doesn't care about them. He has no reason to. Yes, what happened to the planet is a shame, but he's not willing to let anyone on the Moira's crew be killed for it if he can prevent it, especially when most of them hadn't even been there when the destruction of the planet occurred. If that means destroying each and every Caducan who attacks in order to put an end to this situation, then so be it. Far from the first time he's had to engage in combat like this, and unlikely to be the last.
Throughout the Moira, Wash can be found with his battle rifle from home in hand. Still injured after his fight with Tex, he avoids hand-to-hand or any close quarters combat where he can and tries to stick to long range with his rifle, picking Caducans off with careful, impeccably aimed headshots. However, if it comes to close quarters, he doesn't back down. It's clear in his movements that he's injured, with the way he avoids quick movements where he can, particularly in his torso and in the way he walks somewhat hunched forward further along into the battle. He's got a broken rib in the process of healing, one he's sure is going to have all progress obliterated by the end of this, but it doesn't stop him from doing what he has to to keep himself alive, and to keep others alive where he can.
Even with his best efforts though, his rib causes problems. He can't move as quickly or as fluidly from the pain, especially as it gets later into the raging battle, and this results in some injuries and close calls. Not that Wash complains once. There may be a pained noise of some kind here or there, but he's ultimately helping in the fight more than he's hindering. He'll intervene in a fight should an ally need it, stepping in with a good punch or kick to knock an opponent away from them, or taking the easier route and simply shooting them. Otherwise, he'll be around, tackling combat against as many Caducans as possible, wanting to end this shit as quickly as possible. ]
b. under the skin, against the skull, they put a little chip so that they know it all ( aftermath, outside the medbay. cw: mild body horror, PTSD, injury, blood ) [ From the moment everything merged and glass seems to be interwoven in everything, he's noticed it. He's been aware of the change, just not...entirely sure of what exactly the change was until it became apparent that not only has the ship become partly glass, but much of the crew has, too. Maybe he has it lucky that none of his body parts have turned to glass, but Wash has a hard time viewing it that way. Not with how he can feel them, his neural implants. Something he's never been able to feel before, something he's only ever been vaguely aware of while Epsilon briefly inhabited them. But now... Now he can feel them. Can feel the now-glass implant slot made for AI chips in the back of his neck, and the wires that extend from it, up under his skull and throughout his brain.
All glass now. No longer flexible. He's constantly aware of what he used to be able to forget about, even when he isn't moving his head. It's a constant discomfort and a constant potential trigger. God help him if he hits his head too hard and the thin glass wires shatter inside his skull and shards stick into his brain. He's hoping he got some of the stronger glass than the weak stuff.
Just outside of the medbay, Wash is seated on the floor, leaning back against the wall, still fully armoured. Even with his helmet on though, he looks exhausted. He looks, honestly, like he's given up just before he could get himself into the medbay, given the way he's got one hand pressed against the bottom of his ribcage and how there's holes in a few places on his armour, or the even more obvious tell, the stains of red over the gray of his armour, the rips in his undersuit where blood still flows freely--slowly, not at a terribly alarming rate. He has a particularly deep slash across his abdomen where the metal of his armour doesn't cover, which is where most of his blood loss is occurring--everything in comparison to that (and his still broken-if-not-now-more-damaged rib) is minor.
And yet, he's simply sitting here in the hall. Silent. Still, but clearly breathing. He's in and out of his head, honestly, trying to fend off flashbacks and bad memories, more concerned about the state of his head than he is of that of his body. ]
c. today i coo, today i caw, i have a pistol party and i kill them all ( wildcard ) [ Want to do something with Wash but neither of the above prompts working for you? Toss something else here! Just about anything is welcome. ]
Agent Washington | ota
[ Having been entirely prepared for negotiations to fail and almost certain that they would, Wash is one of the first into the fight, armoured and ready to go. He has no reservations over killing any of his opponents. Though he'd been game for Shepard's proposed plan of non-lethal force, he'd had an inkling the entire time that if negotiating was useless, lethal force would prove necessary. It hadn't seemed to him like the Caducans would stop until they got their revenge. That meant killing anyone who attacked any of the crew.
As a soldier, none of this is new to him. He barely blinks as he guns an enemy down, simply moves on to the next. He doesn't care about them. He has no reason to. Yes, what happened to the planet is a shame, but he's not willing to let anyone on the Moira's crew be killed for it if he can prevent it, especially when most of them hadn't even been there when the destruction of the planet occurred. If that means destroying each and every Caducan who attacks in order to put an end to this situation, then so be it. Far from the first time he's had to engage in combat like this, and unlikely to be the last.
Throughout the Moira, Wash can be found with his battle rifle from home in hand. Still injured after his fight with Tex, he avoids hand-to-hand or any close quarters combat where he can and tries to stick to long range with his rifle, picking Caducans off with careful, impeccably aimed headshots. However, if it comes to close quarters, he doesn't back down. It's clear in his movements that he's injured, with the way he avoids quick movements where he can, particularly in his torso and in the way he walks somewhat hunched forward further along into the battle. He's got a broken rib in the process of healing, one he's sure is going to have all progress obliterated by the end of this, but it doesn't stop him from doing what he has to to keep himself alive, and to keep others alive where he can.
Even with his best efforts though, his rib causes problems. He can't move as quickly or as fluidly from the pain, especially as it gets later into the raging battle, and this results in some injuries and close calls. Not that Wash complains once. There may be a pained noise of some kind here or there, but he's ultimately helping in the fight more than he's hindering. He'll intervene in a fight should an ally need it, stepping in with a good punch or kick to knock an opponent away from them, or taking the easier route and simply shooting them. Otherwise, he'll be around, tackling combat against as many Caducans as possible, wanting to end this shit as quickly as possible. ]
b. under the skin, against the skull, they put a little chip so that they know it all ( aftermath, outside the medbay. cw: mild body horror, PTSD, injury, blood )
[ From the moment everything merged and glass seems to be interwoven in everything, he's noticed it. He's been aware of the change, just not...entirely sure of what exactly the change was until it became apparent that not only has the ship become partly glass, but much of the crew has, too. Maybe he has it lucky that none of his body parts have turned to glass, but Wash has a hard time viewing it that way. Not with how he can feel them, his neural implants. Something he's never been able to feel before, something he's only ever been vaguely aware of while Epsilon briefly inhabited them. But now... Now he can feel them. Can feel the now-glass implant slot made for AI chips in the back of his neck, and the wires that extend from it, up under his skull and throughout his brain.
All glass now. No longer flexible. He's constantly aware of what he used to be able to forget about, even when he isn't moving his head. It's a constant discomfort and a constant potential trigger. God help him if he hits his head too hard and the thin glass wires shatter inside his skull and shards stick into his brain. He's hoping he got some of the stronger glass than the weak stuff.
Just outside of the medbay, Wash is seated on the floor, leaning back against the wall, still fully armoured. Even with his helmet on though, he looks exhausted. He looks, honestly, like he's given up just before he could get himself into the medbay, given the way he's got one hand pressed against the bottom of his ribcage and how there's holes in a few places on his armour, or the even more obvious tell, the stains of red over the gray of his armour, the rips in his undersuit where blood still flows freely--slowly, not at a terribly alarming rate. He has a particularly deep slash across his abdomen where the metal of his armour doesn't cover, which is where most of his blood loss is occurring--everything in comparison to that (and his still broken-if-not-now-more-damaged rib) is minor.
And yet, he's simply sitting here in the hall. Silent. Still, but clearly breathing. He's in and out of his head, honestly, trying to fend off flashbacks and bad memories, more concerned about the state of his head than he is of that of his body. ]
c. today i coo, today i caw, i have a pistol party and i kill them all ( wildcard )
[ Want to do something with Wash but neither of the above prompts working for you? Toss something else here! Just about anything is welcome. ]