[Wash has just come on active duty, fully armored and armed, when the attack starts. He has the bad luck to be near one of the tentacles when it sears through the hallway he's standing in; he has the good luck to only be near it - it's maybe fifty yards away when it impacts, and the force throws him away from the point of impact instead of towards it.]
[Well. Fuck literally all of this.]
[He has enough time to send out a brief ping to anyone else in armor with his location and a request - please bring him any extra ammo if they have it on hand - and to draw both his pistol and his knife and get in position before the first of the Catastrophists land in his hallway.]
[This is his house. These are his people. And if these apocalyptic assholes think they can take it from him, they have another thing coming.]
If you're looking to die, you found the right person.
[The first of the cultists goes down from a perfectly aimed headshot, and the rest don't hesitate before they rush him. Fuck the nonlethal rule; he'll worry about the court martial once they come out the other side of this battle.]
Indoors; OTA
[Well. Fuck literally all of this.]
[He has enough time to send out a brief ping to anyone else in armor with his location and a request - please bring him any extra ammo if they have it on hand - and to draw both his pistol and his knife and get in position before the first of the Catastrophists land in his hallway.]
[This is his house. These are his people. And if these apocalyptic assholes think they can take it from him, they have another thing coming.]
If you're looking to die, you found the right person.
[The first of the cultists goes down from a perfectly aimed headshot, and the rest don't hesitate before they rush him. Fuck the nonlethal rule; he'll worry about the court martial once they come out the other side of this battle.]