Video;; Old Man Yells At Cloud

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WHO: Bucky (Winter) & You!
WHERE: Inescapable Hell Boxes, ig
WHAT: Video & Action to Cohorts
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Bucky Barnes has a potty mouth


[ When the video feed opens up, it's a face that hasn't been around for an entire month. He's unshaven, trying to keep the scowl off his face because it's not anybody's fault this shit always seems to happen to him, but here we are. Winter starts off just scratching at his beard to collect his thoughts. ]

Alright. First thing's first.. What the fuck is going on?

[ Thoughts scattered to the wind. All semblance of control of this situation gone. Good job, Barnes. A+. He huffs, looks off toward the room he's in for a moment, and regains focus. ]

Someone want to fill me in on the current situation? Can't say that I've got a passion for waking up in strange places with no memory of it happening.

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[ Oh thank god, someone else is here. Admittedly, he hadn't really given this place much of a look around yet, but it feels familiar in a way. Winter gives the newcomer a once-over, quickly assessing that this guy wasn't a threat in any sense of the word. Hell, he even looked like a stiff breeze might knock him over at this point. ]

Which..one I am?

[ Is there something else he missed??? ]

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[Likewise, Winter reminds him a little of the Proles Army people he'd been around during his time on the base. Not the Freelancers - they were a more mixed bag - but someone who was a fighter first and anything else second. It has the paradoxical effect of relaxing him; he was developed for military use, after all.]

When we received the communicators, we were assigned to "cohorts" consisting of five to six people. I have gathered that these groupings are consistent with the individuals transported to the ships together. I have met Phalanx and Billy, leaving Winter, Connor, or Thrawn.

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Winter would be me.

[ Cohorts is certainly an interesting phrase for what they are, but this place is weird enough that it kind of fits it. He stands and steps closer to Delta, holding out his hand. ]

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[He shakes the offered hand with a firmer grip than might be expected.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Winter.

[Should he introduce himself properly? Or at least partially? Probably.]

I am from the year 2553, born on an independent spaceship under the umbrella of the United Nations. We had recently finished fighting a war against a coalition of alien races called the Covenant; I am no stranger to ships or alien technology.

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I'd ask how the future is, but it sounds like it's pretty much the same shit. Good to have someone who knows their way around a ship. I've got a few years under my belt, but probably nothing compared to your experience.

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[Delta smirks a little bit.]

In many ways, you are not wrong.

[He cocks his head to one side.] If there were a proper interface, I could most likely pilot this ship without changing my data expertise. Lacking the ability to switch, however, I am stuck with the Communications expertise at the moment. Did you take a data point?