[ At which point he activates another module on the projection, and a series of lights line the perimeter and several easily defensible areas. Another set presents itself along the rocky cliff face leading to the site, cutting off all feasible methods of escape once someone enters the area.
An ambush. But it's satisfying to hear that Washington agrees with the tactic, even volunteering it before it had been made clear what the plan was. ]
They'll need to believe our numbers are flagging. False intelligence regarding our numbers has been set at one of our less heavily defended outposts.
[ If they took the bait, it would prove an excellent opportunity to thin their numbers. ]
[ Good. So long as the obvious tactic has already been considered and does, in fact, look to be the plan, he's good. It's good to know he won't be working with-- ...Or, for, idiots.
Nodding his approval, Wash's eyes dart over the additions to the projection. He takes the setting in more carefully now, committing what he can to memory, particularly the points that render escape impossible for those lured into the ambush. ]
So now it's just a matter of waiting.
[ The note comes after a few moments of surveying the hologram, followed a second later by a glance shot in Locus' direction. ]
Do you have a backup plan? I don't know anything about the rest of your enemies, but I do know Carolina and the sim troopers. The latter have a knack for exceeding expectations and weaselling their way out of trouble. With a whole army on their side, the chances of that happening only seem higher.
[ And he's pretty sure he shouldn't have to comment on Carolina. ]
Even with a good strategy, it's not a bad idea to have a spare just in case something goes wrong.
[ Locus watches as Washington takes in the field, the layout of the plans for the ambush. The former Freelancer might not know it, but he was in truth playing into the best-case scenario for this alliance.
That boded well for him in the future. ]
You have something in mind?
[ All contingencies run the risk of the Simulation Troopers somehow getting the better of them, as they've continued to do. The reason still appears unclear, and Carolina has proven uncommunicative at best.
Even if he doesn't necessarily trust Washington, he's willing to trust his intel. Betrayal at this point would win him relatively little, and he has no reason to want to help these men. Carolina is another story, but when Washington says he has no loyalty there either, he believes him. ]
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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An ambush. But it's satisfying to hear that Washington agrees with the tactic, even volunteering it before it had been made clear what the plan was. ]
They'll need to believe our numbers are flagging. False intelligence regarding our numbers has been set at one of our less heavily defended outposts.
[ If they took the bait, it would prove an excellent opportunity to thin their numbers. ]
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Nodding his approval, Wash's eyes dart over the additions to the projection. He takes the setting in more carefully now, committing what he can to memory, particularly the points that render escape impossible for those lured into the ambush. ]
So now it's just a matter of waiting.
[ The note comes after a few moments of surveying the hologram, followed a second later by a glance shot in Locus' direction. ]
Do you have a backup plan? I don't know anything about the rest of your enemies, but I do know Carolina and the sim troopers. The latter have a knack for exceeding expectations and weaselling their way out of trouble. With a whole army on their side, the chances of that happening only seem higher.
[ And he's pretty sure he shouldn't have to comment on Carolina. ]
Even with a good strategy, it's not a bad idea to have a spare just in case something goes wrong.
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That boded well for him in the future. ]
You have something in mind?
[ All contingencies run the risk of the Simulation Troopers somehow getting the better of them, as they've continued to do. The reason still appears unclear, and Carolina has proven uncommunicative at best.
Even if he doesn't necessarily trust Washington, he's willing to trust his intel. Betrayal at this point would win him relatively little, and he has no reason to want to help these men. Carolina is another story, but when Washington says he has no loyalty there either, he believes him. ]
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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. ]