There's a fraction of a second where Wash shows some hesitation, but he turns his head back to the projection of the battlefield. Silent, he studies it, running over possibilities in his head. He doesn't know enough about either side of this war to know what may or may not work, or what may or may not be possible. The equipment available, the men... He has nothing to work off of there.
The Reds and Blues though, he knows well enough. ]
Separate them.
[ Vague as that may be, his thought really is that simple. Looking to Locus, there's certainty clear as day in his voice. ]
Separate the Sim Troopers from one another. That's how they keep beating the odds-- they work together. You get each one on their own, and they're nothing but the incompetent soldiers you'd expect them to be.
[ Why working as a team works so damn well for them, he can't explain. It doesn't matter. What matters is that the only time he's ever had the upper hand on them is when he had one on their own. ]
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There's a fraction of a second where Wash shows some hesitation, but he turns his head back to the projection of the battlefield. Silent, he studies it, running over possibilities in his head. He doesn't know enough about either side of this war to know what may or may not work, or what may or may not be possible. The equipment available, the men... He has nothing to work off of there.
The Reds and Blues though, he knows well enough. ]
Separate them.
[ Vague as that may be, his thought really is that simple. Looking to Locus, there's certainty clear as day in his voice. ]
Separate the Sim Troopers from one another. That's how they keep beating the odds-- they work together. You get each one on their own, and they're nothing but the incompetent soldiers you'd expect them to be.
[ Why working as a team works so damn well for them, he can't explain. It doesn't matter. What matters is that the only time he's ever had the upper hand on them is when he had one on their own. ]