#itslocus

It was certainly one thing to find himself trying to track down someone who went off the radar for quite some time. It was another thing trying to get him to tag along with himself in order to hunt down someone that’s been giving people trouble right around the galaxy, to possibly even collect the bounty there was on his head.

Wash wasn’t interested in that, but maybe Locus was. He couldn’t be sure. All he needed was for someone he knew to watch his back from a good distance while he went ahead and tried to pursue the criminal.

Since North wasn’t around to be an option, his next option was Locus.

He doubted the other wanted to be a participant in the chase, but Wash didn’t know who else to go to (he couldn’t return to the Reds and Blues yet - he was certain that it wasn’t a good time for him to). He just hoped that it wasn’t going to resort to violence when he finally crossed paths with the other.

David had managed to track him down right into a rather small secluded area (it took him so long because someone happened to be brilliant at stealth), and now he was waiting in his armor, hoping that very soon he’d spot Locus.

She hadn’t meant to crash on Chorus, but here she was, crawling out of a Pelican wreck. And then running, lost and disorientated, fighting off the natives who attacked her. By the time she came across them - him - California was pretty much spent. Her head was throbbing, probably bleeding, the biofoam had barely healed her wounds and yet...

She raised Corax, her shotgun, at shadows. She still had plenty of fight left in her.

“I know you are there.” California spoke calmly, her good eye watching her perimeters. “You think you are tough, fighting from the shadows? At least the others had the gall to face me like true warriors.”

She cocked Corax, spitting blood inside her visor.

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@itslocus continued from here

Since Felix was gone and Locus had vanished, Kimball had taken the time to help her people rebuild and try to live normal lives. It was working ... a bit.  Vanessa still refused to move around without her rifle by her side and, as many of the others had done, keep her armor on. They still needed to be prepared for anything.

When the future cube exploded, Doc found himself hitting the ground roughly, causing his purple armor to make a loud 'thud' as it hit the hard floor. He wasn't expecting to be launched out of whatever subspace he was in, and suddenly end up back in reality. He almost cried with relief.

Almost. Until he looked up and saw that he had stumbled out in front of a familiar soldier that had once attacked him and his friends. What was the name Felix gave them again? Locust? Locus? He was... on the Federation Army, right?

If there’s one thing Felix will do anything for, it’s cash -- be it strangling an innocent man with piano wire, or gathering information for a client. His lack of morals certainly helped -- so this whole genocide thing? Piece of cake.

The only problem here was his patience. As an ‘I-need-instant-gratification’ sort of guy, it’s no surprise Felix is in a foul mood -- with Locus keeping him waiting and all.

    “Could you hurry the fuck up?” He snaps, scowling as he scrolls through their mission briefing. He’s already read phase one -- twice -- and as he’s going through it a third time for kicks, his data pad freezes half way through and earns itself a string of foul curses. Felix ends up tossing the device away haphazardly and shifting his stance -- turning to fully regard his partner ( as if glaring daggers his way will make him go any faster ). “The population’s gonna die of old age at this rate!”