[Spam for Helena and Dillon, Day One]

[It's the fact that he starts feeling like he's going to fall asleep, or maybe pass out, not the sudden darkness that sets him the most on edge. It's a good thing, too, because it means he lunges for his pack once he realizes what's happening and grabs for Steve with his other hand, knowing that he doesn't want to go in to whatever this is without either one.

Later, he's not sure if he managed it or not, if the reason he wakes up and thinks he's alone is because he'd been too slow, too thrown off by whatever was happening to them before the crash. But either way, it's still dark when Bucky wakes up, and he's still got his pack with him - which has been crammed full with extra supplies without being overloaded because he's not an idiot, he knows how to be smart about this - but he's definitely missing something else.

Or, you know, someone else.]

Steve?

[He keeps his voice quiet at first, because he has no idea where he is or who might overhear it, but when a response doesn't come, he carefully moves to get his feet under him, his pack on his back, and his hand on a weapon.]

Steve?

[Spam for Helena & Dillon, Day Two]

( it's alright to scream, I'm screaming too )

[Spam for Helena, Day Three]

( there's a killer, and he's coming after you )

[Public, Voice]

[This was supposed to be filtered, but either Bucky forgot (unlikely) or the network is fritzing out badly enough to mess up locks (more likely). He's still keeping his voice down, and there's sort of a tense urgency to his voice that's somewhere between calm and not panicked, but definitely not centered.]

-eve, if you can hear me, I'm fine. I'm [zzzzzztt] - Dillon and- [zzzzzztt] -ena. Where are you?

[And a while later, there's another message, which was originally intended to reach Ben, Stiles, Scott, and pretty much anyone else Bucky's become chummy with, but again, is public.]

Everyone okay? [zzzzzzzzzzzzzztt] - we're dealing with?

[ooc: Bucky also asked the Admiral for D-ration chocolate bars, feel free to assume he passed one to your character if they're friendly at all.]

['Sup, Barge. Bucky has apparently made his way onto the planet's surface, and has somehow got his hands on what looks like a sniper rifle - it's a Walther Gewehr 43, in case we've got any weapons experts around. Not an American gun. He's dressed in a heavy looking jacket Stiles might recognize except it's black instead of blue, and-

Hey. What's that patch on his arm?

Oh.

About that.

Did he forget to mention?]

You know, for a group of hyper paranoid, beaten down wrecks of human beings, you're all pretty easy to dupe. Come up with some sob story, get those doe eyes going, and you'll believe anything, won't you? [He grins, and there are too many teeth in it to look friendly.]

I've got some bad news.

[Bad news for some, anyway. Bucky certainly doesn't seem to think it's bad news. It's sort of refreshing, to go back to showing your true colors after playing the kicked puppy for a couple days.]

Ned's planning a break out tomorrow during dinner. Crichton's in on it, too, and they're trying to organize anyone else who's willing to come with. If anyone wants to go after 'em, now might be a good time.

My good pal Cassel's another one of the stowaways from that other Barge. I don't know what his game plan is, but you might wanna make sure that doesn't get too far out of hand before he gets a chance to make his move.

[And with that all said, he starts loading the rifle almost lazily, like he's got all the time in the world.]

See, back where I'm from? My bosses have an expression: cut off one head, two more'll take its place. [You've heard him talk about HYDRA before, what they were planning and how they were going about doing it. He just lied about his involvement.] I figure the Barge isn't all that different.

[When he looks back at the camera, there's a viciousness in his eyes and expression that makes him look like a predator] You can run, you can hide, but we're always gonna be here to catch you. You can think the ship's dying all you want, but that doesn't change that you're still gonna be here tomorrow, and so are we. And we're not going anywhere.

[He finishes loading the weapon, clicks off the safety like he's making a point.]

Anyone who's interested in heading out and getting supplies to fix the damn ship can come with me. Anyone who's pissed off their friends were dumb enough to trust the new guy gets a bullet between the eyes. I don't miss.

[It's not said as a challenge. It's a fact.

There's a beat of hesitation when he reaches to kill the feed, and then chuckles darkly.]

Oh, yeah.

Hail HYDRA.

[Slightly Backdated Spam for Morgana]

[He's known since he got the idea that this game was never going to last forever. Eventually, people would find out who and what he is, and there's no point in hiding it.

The disturbance just pushed the date up a little, and the crash on the planet? Well. We can't have people running off, can we?

So he's already planning on outing himself and the others when he steps out onto the alien planet in his jacket, rifle slung over his shoulder, gun at his hip. He's not planning on sticking around for the fallout, because he's got other work to do, more important things to discuss.

And then he spots Morgana, looking like she's apparently planning on investigating where exactly they'd wound up, too.

There's some small part of him that almost feels badly about what's going to have to happen.]

Where are you going?