There's no time to be relieved when Rich turns the ship around and comes back to let the Legion help him with his calamari infestation. They don't have a lot of time - not with the hold the Squids already have on Rich - and so it's a midnight mission to the goddamn land of Cthulu to solve the problem. Wash has just enough time to swap his stun ammo for live ammo and have half a cup of coffee before they're ready to set out. (He owes the staffer with the foresight to bring coffee to the briefing room a favor, that's for sure.)
It's not long before the air itself tears open and deposits them into the Cancerverse. For a moment, all Wash can do is stare. He spends the next moment taking a deep breath, and the next being damn grateful for the air scrubbers in his helmet, because fuck this entire dimensions.
"Well," he says blithely, after those few moments have passed and he has the wherewithal to find words again. "This is hell."
He does a quick sweep, and the only person even remotely near him is...Danny. Twenty feet away. According to the tracker in his ring, they have a hell of a walk ahead of them, and with it just being the two of them, it's bound to be awkward and tense.
He hopes it is - it's better than it being horrifying and violent, which is a goddamn guarantee in this dimension if even half of what Rich told them is true. Awkward and tense is a best-case scenario.
He sets out for Danny (it's like walking on a living bouncy castle, and somehow that comparison just makes it worse), blithely putting a bullet into an eye that forms near his feet. The thing in the ground screeches, and Wash keeps going - he will deal with these brand-new awful memories later, once all of this shit is over. "We should get moving," he says when he's made it closer to Danny. "I don't want to be here any longer than we need to."
Wash & Danny; Squids then Revengers
It's not long before the air itself tears open and deposits them into the Cancerverse. For a moment, all Wash can do is stare. He spends the next moment taking a deep breath, and the next being damn grateful for the air scrubbers in his helmet, because fuck this entire dimensions.
"Well," he says blithely, after those few moments have passed and he has the wherewithal to find words again. "This is hell."
He does a quick sweep, and the only person even remotely near him is...Danny. Twenty feet away. According to the tracker in his ring, they have a hell of a walk ahead of them, and with it just being the two of them, it's bound to be awkward and tense.
He hopes it is - it's better than it being horrifying and violent, which is a goddamn guarantee in this dimension if even half of what Rich told them is true. Awkward and tense is a best-case scenario.
He sets out for Danny (it's like walking on a living bouncy castle, and somehow that comparison just makes it worse), blithely putting a bullet into an eye that forms near his feet. The thing in the ground screeches, and Wash keeps going - he will deal with these brand-new awful memories later, once all of this shit is over. "We should get moving," he says when he's made it closer to Danny. "I don't want to be here any longer than we need to."