We Came, We Saw, We Conqured

Someone Was Going To Get Their Ass Kicked

Wash drove us to Sandtrap. We split up to search for any sign of Epsilon.

"Ri," Wash called, "come here."

I went over to where he and the Meta were standing. I looked down in the hole. "Is that C.T.? That's impossible, what's she doing out here?"

The Meta growled.

Wash snorted, "Don't bother. She didn't get an A.I., remember? Scavenge her for equipment, see what you can... find."

I turned around to see what he was looking at. There was a group of aliens behind me.

"Well, this is just fuckin' great," I grumbled.

"Think they saw your friends leave?" Wash asked.

"Probably, why?"

"Get them to tell us."

"Do I look like I speak alien?"

"Just do it."

I growled at him before going over to the aliens. I explained that I had some friends that were here, and I needed to know where they went. All I needed was a map. The aliens seemed to get what I was asking. One started drawing something in the sand.

"I don't like this," Wash commented.

"Look, I talked to them. They're gonna draw us a map and show us where Epsilon went."

"You sure that's what he's doing?"

"Again, I don't speak alien. I would suggest we get one of those translator balls, but we got enough jerks around here already."

The Meta growled something.

"I agree," Wash said, "We should just kill most of them, the last one left alive will talk."

"Wash, ye just can't kill abo'dy ye meet."

"Why not?"

"Uh...well now you're putting me on the spot. I don't really have an answer fer that, just seem like a bad idea though. Karma?" The alien made a noise. "Oh, look," I said quickly, "he's done drawing the map."

Wash went over and looked at.

"Well?" I questioned, "What's it say?"

"It says peace talks have broken down. Now, we do it our way."

I squealed and covered my head as he and the Meta opened fire on the aliens.

"Well," Wash drawled, lowering his gun, "so much for the 'leave one of them alive' strategy."

"I don't want to be around ye anymore," I commented.

He ignored me and turned to the Meta, "Meta, you search the camp. See if you can find anything useful for us. Any clues where Epsilon went."

The Meta grumbled at him.

"Don't start with me. I've already reached my tolerance level for management issues."

I stepped back and watched them argue. So much had changed over the years. These were definitely not the two Freelancers I met when Carolina wanted to train me. They weren't my Han Solo and Chewbacca anymore.

I sighed, "I'd do what he says, Chewy. Solo's a bit cranky today. I think he needs a nap."

The Meta huffed at me before heading over to the cave. A few minutes later he threw something out of the cave. It was the Epsilon unit. He walked out and growled at us.

"Don't get excited," I told him, "it's empty."

"Clearly, they transferred Epsilon into that floating thing we saw," Wash said.