Mass Effect: Normandy Renegade IC [U/C]
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Legion
Legion continued checking over drives here and there. He repaired small bits of code before moving onto the more serious pieces of damage. Interesting how the most damaged pieces are the most important.
"EDI, what percent of your core was damaged?" Legion asked.
The holographic form of EDI appeared on a nearby console.
"Fifty six point three three five, Legion."
Legion nodded. He suspected as much.
"How much have we repaired?" he asked.
A pause and the cores flickered as EDI ran a check.
"Twenty three point three three five percent. There is still thirty three percent remaining." She paused. "You are doing well, Legion." she complimented.
Legion nodded, accepting the compliment. He was still getting used to those. He used a fraction of his processer to go through audio mics throughout the Normandy. He picked up several conversations, none of which he listened to for long, but he did have part of his processor recording through every mic of the Normandy at all times. It was all data, and data was something he valued.
He did pick up on one particular conversation that he deemed important. He tapped into the video feeds for the engine room. He saw one of the newcomers and along with Tali and one of the old crewmembers in the engineering bay. Tali and the crewmate were checking terminals. The newcomer was opening a panel in the floor. Legion tilted his head to the side. Such displays of emotion were governed by one of the amalgam of programs that made up his being. He had debated turning that off several times, but could never come to a consensus over it.
The newcomer, Legion look up his dossier, Derek Baxter, opened the panel and revealed what appeared to be a bottle of liquid hooked up to a tube. Alchohol, by the chemical reading of it. Legion came to the consensus to check it later and get a sample of whatever it was for further analysis. His higher programs didn't care that it existed, for they did not obey the rules and regulations of Cerberus. It helped moral, and that was something Legion understood to be important.
At any rate, Legion disconnected after the vague threat from Derek but kept the recordings going. He inserted the disk he was on and pulled out the next. He looked it over and set to reparing it, then turned to look at the door to the AI Core as it opened.
Legion continued checking over drives here and there. He repaired small bits of code before moving onto the more serious pieces of damage. Interesting how the most damaged pieces are the most important.
"EDI, what percent of your core was damaged?" Legion asked.
The holographic form of EDI appeared on a nearby console.
"Fifty six point three three five, Legion."
Legion nodded. He suspected as much.
"How much have we repaired?" he asked.
A pause and the cores flickered as EDI ran a check.
"Twenty three point three three five percent. There is still thirty three percent remaining." She paused. "You are doing well, Legion." she complimented.
Legion nodded, accepting the compliment. He was still getting used to those. He used a fraction of his processer to go through audio mics throughout the Normandy. He picked up several conversations, none of which he listened to for long, but he did have part of his processor recording through every mic of the Normandy at all times. It was all data, and data was something he valued.
He did pick up on one particular conversation that he deemed important. He tapped into the video feeds for the engine room. He saw one of the newcomers and along with Tali and one of the old crewmembers in the engineering bay. Tali and the crewmate were checking terminals. The newcomer was opening a panel in the floor. Legion tilted his head to the side. Such displays of emotion were governed by one of the amalgam of programs that made up his being. He had debated turning that off several times, but could never come to a consensus over it.
The newcomer, Legion look up his dossier, Derek Baxter, opened the panel and revealed what appeared to be a bottle of liquid hooked up to a tube. Alchohol, by the chemical reading of it. Legion came to the consensus to check it later and get a sample of whatever it was for further analysis. His higher programs didn't care that it existed, for they did not obey the rules and regulations of Cerberus. It helped moral, and that was something Legion understood to be important.
At any rate, Legion disconnected after the vague threat from Derek but kept the recordings going. He inserted the disk he was on and pulled out the next. He looked it over and set to reparing it, then turned to look at the door to the AI Core as it opened.
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Commander Shepard
There had been many problems with the Normandy ever since passing through the Omega 4 Relay. And Engineering had been long overdue a visit, and was just above her stop over to speak with Legion on the list of 'Things to Do'.
It was on entering the Engine Room that Shepard overheard the comments made by one of her crew members, Sergeant Derek Baxter.
"After I break all of your fingers you won't be able to start a gun fight even in the VR sims."
Chuckling, before walking up and taking the bottle out of his outstretched hand, she spoke to everyone.
"And after I flush both of you out the airlock without suits on, for breaking one of my very simple rules, I'd like to see how that gunfight goes."
It was in jest, but if they had been apart of her crew for long they would know that on her bad days she would most likely do just as she said, without much hesitation. Taking a swig of the alcohol, she held out her hand for the cap. This was now going to be the centerpiece of a toast she would make over dinner in the Mess Hall.
"Everyone report to the Mess on time, I've got important news. Tali, bring diagnostics of progress. Sergeant, you've volunteered to help Garrus work on our defenses. I'm sure it would be more productive use of everyone's time."
With that, she turned and left the Engine Room, heading for the AI Core.
On arrival, she spoke in brief to the Doctor before entering the AI Core. Legion was working away on something.
"Legion, how goes it?" she questioned, hoping his 'translation' of human slang had improved.
She wanted the ship prepared to the best of it's abilities, within reason, for a misson. R and R was getting cut short.
There had been many problems with the Normandy ever since passing through the Omega 4 Relay. And Engineering had been long overdue a visit, and was just above her stop over to speak with Legion on the list of 'Things to Do'.
It was on entering the Engine Room that Shepard overheard the comments made by one of her crew members, Sergeant Derek Baxter.
"After I break all of your fingers you won't be able to start a gun fight even in the VR sims."
Chuckling, before walking up and taking the bottle out of his outstretched hand, she spoke to everyone.
"And after I flush both of you out the airlock without suits on, for breaking one of my very simple rules, I'd like to see how that gunfight goes."
It was in jest, but if they had been apart of her crew for long they would know that on her bad days she would most likely do just as she said, without much hesitation. Taking a swig of the alcohol, she held out her hand for the cap. This was now going to be the centerpiece of a toast she would make over dinner in the Mess Hall.
"Everyone report to the Mess on time, I've got important news. Tali, bring diagnostics of progress. Sergeant, you've volunteered to help Garrus work on our defenses. I'm sure it would be more productive use of everyone's time."
With that, she turned and left the Engine Room, heading for the AI Core.
On arrival, she spoke in brief to the Doctor before entering the AI Core. Legion was working away on something.
"Legion, how goes it?" she questioned, hoping his 'translation' of human slang had improved.
She wanted the ship prepared to the best of it's abilities, within reason, for a misson. R and R was getting cut short.
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Vincent Anastasio
Vincent finished with the schematics and found a few problems with the engines. He cross examined the rerouted the circuits and even found a virus in the engines.
Suddenly Vincent noticed something else strange. The engines looked like they had been tampered with. He had missed it at first, but now that he rechecked it, he found that he was right. Was this sabotage?
Vincent finished with the schematics and found a few problems with the engines. He cross examined the rerouted the circuits and even found a virus in the engines.
Suddenly Vincent noticed something else strange. The engines looked like they had been tampered with. He had missed it at first, but now that he rechecked it, he found that he was right. Was this sabotage?
Legion
Legion nodded at her as she entered.
"Shepard-Commander." he greeted.
He ran a check through his databanks. She had used that "slang" term before. Apparently it meant something akin to "how is it".
"Repairs to EDI's core are underway." Legion stated.
He paused.
"We believe there may be an enemy among our unit."
"We have located several traces of damage that seem to be sabotage. According to the diagnostics run by Vincent Anastasio, there are traces of this in engineering, as well."
He continued his repairs as he looked over at her, waiting for her response.
Legion nodded at her as she entered.
"Shepard-Commander." he greeted.
He ran a check through his databanks. She had used that "slang" term before. Apparently it meant something akin to "how is it".
"Repairs to EDI's core are underway." Legion stated.
He paused.
"We believe there may be an enemy among our unit."
"We have located several traces of damage that seem to be sabotage. According to the diagnostics run by Vincent Anastasio, there are traces of this in engineering, as well."
He continued his repairs as he looked over at her, waiting for her response.
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Tali vas Normandy
The Quarian looked at the bottle handed to her and shook her head. She was not known to drink while on the job, or better yet drinking in general. Not that she damned anyone who did, it wasn't in her element to consume any prohibiting beverage that stunt her thought process. An Engineer that couldn't think was like a pilot who couldn't see. They just didn't mesh well, so Tali politely turned the offer down. Of course, she had to wonder how in the living hell anyone would find that distinct beverage consumable seeing as how it belonged to the ship.
Tali shook her head in disbelief and batted Donnelly's hand away when he reached for drink himself. "You are under-focused enough as it is. Just re-wire some basic functions and make sure all rooted power remains on the engines. It's important if not dire."
A familiar hand took hold of the bottle that had been offered in toe, Tali almost jumped out of her suit. Sheppard was always a face she wanted to see amongst the rank and was delighted that she had made it all the way down to the engine room. She laughed at the wry humor as the threats were thrown back to their creators. Tali enjoyed this particular human's mannerisms. Sheppard was a leader. And not just one that barked orders and forced the crew along with the iron whip, cracking it at will. She was a loyal friend, to every single member on the Normandy. When Tali was called upon by the Migrant Fleet at trial as a betrayer of her people, Sheppard never once failed to prove her innocent.
That sort of friendship ran deep and she would more than gladly throw herself through a second Omega-4 Relay run and fight the Collectors at their home front if Sheppard asked her too. "Sheppard." The Quarian grimaced as the Commander brought the cylinder to her lips and drank part of that vile looking liquid. Whatever was needed to keep up morale, she supposed. A happy crew was one that worked in harmony. The Migrant Fleet at its start had to learn that the hard way. "Yes Sheppard. I have all intel prepared. All should run smoothly, pending our total cooperation." Tali turned towards Donnelly and the rest of them, who only pretended he was working further and whistled an innocent little tune. Snickering, she waited a few moments before leaving the engine room after Sheppard on her way towards the mess hall.
There was an available empty seat and although much more quiet than she expected, she welcomed it. The engine room intel would have to wait a few moments, diagnostics on the state of her suit were at the top of her to-do list. The doctor's office was not far from her eye sight if she needed to take off and repair her suit. And of course the stock pile of Quarian home remedies that Tali requested on the supplies dossier were at her disposal. Sheppard knew the importance of Tali's suit and that a tear or any kind of puncture in the hull could be fatal and ensured that she would not be without care. Bah on the Migrant Fleet. Home was where you felt the most complete. And on the Normandy, what else did she need? Well, other than the chance to preserve her species. So there was one downside...
The Quarian looked at the bottle handed to her and shook her head. She was not known to drink while on the job, or better yet drinking in general. Not that she damned anyone who did, it wasn't in her element to consume any prohibiting beverage that stunt her thought process. An Engineer that couldn't think was like a pilot who couldn't see. They just didn't mesh well, so Tali politely turned the offer down. Of course, she had to wonder how in the living hell anyone would find that distinct beverage consumable seeing as how it belonged to the ship.
Tali shook her head in disbelief and batted Donnelly's hand away when he reached for drink himself. "You are under-focused enough as it is. Just re-wire some basic functions and make sure all rooted power remains on the engines. It's important if not dire."
A familiar hand took hold of the bottle that had been offered in toe, Tali almost jumped out of her suit. Sheppard was always a face she wanted to see amongst the rank and was delighted that she had made it all the way down to the engine room. She laughed at the wry humor as the threats were thrown back to their creators. Tali enjoyed this particular human's mannerisms. Sheppard was a leader. And not just one that barked orders and forced the crew along with the iron whip, cracking it at will. She was a loyal friend, to every single member on the Normandy. When Tali was called upon by the Migrant Fleet at trial as a betrayer of her people, Sheppard never once failed to prove her innocent.
That sort of friendship ran deep and she would more than gladly throw herself through a second Omega-4 Relay run and fight the Collectors at their home front if Sheppard asked her too. "Sheppard." The Quarian grimaced as the Commander brought the cylinder to her lips and drank part of that vile looking liquid. Whatever was needed to keep up morale, she supposed. A happy crew was one that worked in harmony. The Migrant Fleet at its start had to learn that the hard way. "Yes Sheppard. I have all intel prepared. All should run smoothly, pending our total cooperation." Tali turned towards Donnelly and the rest of them, who only pretended he was working further and whistled an innocent little tune. Snickering, she waited a few moments before leaving the engine room after Sheppard on her way towards the mess hall.
There was an available empty seat and although much more quiet than she expected, she welcomed it. The engine room intel would have to wait a few moments, diagnostics on the state of her suit were at the top of her to-do list. The doctor's office was not far from her eye sight if she needed to take off and repair her suit. And of course the stock pile of Quarian home remedies that Tali requested on the supplies dossier were at her disposal. Sheppard knew the importance of Tali's suit and that a tear or any kind of puncture in the hull could be fatal and ensured that she would not be without care. Bah on the Migrant Fleet. Home was where you felt the most complete. And on the Normandy, what else did she need? Well, other than the chance to preserve her species. So there was one downside...
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Vincent Anastasio
Vincent noticed Derek offer the alcoholic beverage to Donnelly, Tali, and Shepard. He shook his head and muttered, "Great, just what we need, drunk crew members."
Vincent himself had never consumed any alcoholic beverage of any kind. Not only was it that alcoholic beverages tasted disgusing to him, but they made you do stupid crap and mess up simple things.
He walked over the the next console and checked on it also. He needed to find out who had sabotaged the ship, if it had been sabotage.
He was about to report his suspicions to Shepard, but she was already gone. Vincent sighed and decided to check on Jacob. Maybe he would have some idea on what was going on.
Vincent noticed Derek offer the alcoholic beverage to Donnelly, Tali, and Shepard. He shook his head and muttered, "Great, just what we need, drunk crew members."
Vincent himself had never consumed any alcoholic beverage of any kind. Not only was it that alcoholic beverages tasted disgusing to him, but they made you do stupid crap and mess up simple things.
He walked over the the next console and checked on it also. He needed to find out who had sabotaged the ship, if it had been sabotage.
He was about to report his suspicions to Shepard, but she was already gone. Vincent sighed and decided to check on Jacob. Maybe he would have some idea on what was going on.
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Commander Shepard
An enemy aboard her ship. She didn't like the sound of that, especially if they were causing the ship damage and putting everyone at risk. Looking over the work he had been doing, she could understand a bit of it, but her technicaly genious was more related to staying alive than the complex components of the Normandy's systems. Walking around as she thought, she turned to the display screen where EDI liked to pop up.
"EDI, start recording everything. And at the end of each day send me logs of anyone who's wandered outside of their work area. Mess Hall and communal areas exluded. Specifically I want to know who's working where, all the time."
Turning back to Legion, she put a hand on his shoulder. She liked him, he wasn't emotional or overbearing...he was quiet yet very useful. She had trusted him with everyone's lives to destroy the base, he had not failed them.
"Legion, see if you can determine when this damage occured. Compare it to the diagnostics we have run as standard procedure. I'll follow this up with work logs, and see if we have a winner. Then I'll start asking questions. For now, just monitor as much as you and EDI can handle. I'll get Tali to help you, Mordin as well if you need the extra pair of hands."
Heading for the door, she stopped again. "Oh, and listen into the Mess Hall, or come along...whatever suits you best. I have a mission announcement to tell everyone."
An enemy aboard her ship. She didn't like the sound of that, especially if they were causing the ship damage and putting everyone at risk. Looking over the work he had been doing, she could understand a bit of it, but her technicaly genious was more related to staying alive than the complex components of the Normandy's systems. Walking around as she thought, she turned to the display screen where EDI liked to pop up.
"EDI, start recording everything. And at the end of each day send me logs of anyone who's wandered outside of their work area. Mess Hall and communal areas exluded. Specifically I want to know who's working where, all the time."
Turning back to Legion, she put a hand on his shoulder. She liked him, he wasn't emotional or overbearing...he was quiet yet very useful. She had trusted him with everyone's lives to destroy the base, he had not failed them.
"Legion, see if you can determine when this damage occured. Compare it to the diagnostics we have run as standard procedure. I'll follow this up with work logs, and see if we have a winner. Then I'll start asking questions. For now, just monitor as much as you and EDI can handle. I'll get Tali to help you, Mordin as well if you need the extra pair of hands."
Heading for the door, she stopped again. "Oh, and listen into the Mess Hall, or come along...whatever suits you best. I have a mission announcement to tell everyone."
Legion
Legion listened quietly as Shepard talked. He had already recorded all audio and video from the ship, but he had not recorded personal locations and movements. He began to do so. He glanced over at Shepard when she put her hand on his shoulder. He had never understood the need for all of this physical contact biologicals seem to desire. He decided that it was for comfort between them, or something of the like. At any rate, he turned again when she stopped at the door. He was not sure that he and EDI would need the extra help, but it may come in use. He nodded when she told him to listen in on the mess hall.
EDI's words echoed through his mind. He decided to get there physically. He reinserted the disk and followed Shepard out to the mess hall. He finished indexing the data from the Collectors and then set to organizing it under basic subcategories that Shepard may want to look at later.
Legion listened quietly as Shepard talked. He had already recorded all audio and video from the ship, but he had not recorded personal locations and movements. He began to do so. He glanced over at Shepard when she put her hand on his shoulder. He had never understood the need for all of this physical contact biologicals seem to desire. He decided that it was for comfort between them, or something of the like. At any rate, he turned again when she stopped at the door. He was not sure that he and EDI would need the extra help, but it may come in use. He nodded when she told him to listen in on the mess hall.
EDI's words echoed through his mind. He decided to get there physically. He reinserted the disk and followed Shepard out to the mess hall. He finished indexing the data from the Collectors and then set to organizing it under basic subcategories that Shepard may want to look at later.
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Derek frowned a little when the bottle was taken away. He knew Shepard wasn't going to drink it then give it back so the cap was already held out to her when she motioned for it. When she was gone he gave a small sneer, almost a growl.
His commander touching HIS things.
Even in the Alliance he would have done the same. Growling/sneering at a Commander behind his or her back.
But hey...that was the price of services rendered.
Don't touch his booze.
At least he still had his cigarette, which he pulled out of his pocket and lit up, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke up into the air.
Then he left, walking off to gods no where.
Perhaps to do as he was told, or maybe off to bother someone else. Either way, he was blowing smoke the entire time.
His commander touching HIS things.
Even in the Alliance he would have done the same. Growling/sneering at a Commander behind his or her back.
But hey...that was the price of services rendered.
Don't touch his booze.
At least he still had his cigarette, which he pulled out of his pocket and lit up, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke up into the air.
Then he left, walking off to gods no where.
Perhaps to do as he was told, or maybe off to bother someone else. Either way, he was blowing smoke the entire time.
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Commander Shepard
About an hour later the Mess Hall, which wasn't the usual meeting area was bustling with activity. Food was served, and whilst everyone ate, Commander Shepard prepared to update everyone on the sudden developments. It was once everyone seemed settled and had finished eating for the most part that she stood and called everyone to order.
A few seconds for the noise to quiet down was allowed before she began the announcement.
"Listen up!"
"I recieved some valuable information from Liara T'Soni earlier today. It appears that our friendly neighbourhood mercenary group, The Blue Suns, are guarding quite a nice cache of weapons. Enemy presence is listed at approximately forty individuals, with mechs present. I plan on paying them a visit. Two teams will be dropped off on the planets surface. Team One led by Garrus, along with Legion, Vincent and Morinth will infiltrate the base and extract necessary access codes. Once they have this information, they will send it to Team Two, led by Jacob, along with Tali, Baxter and Jack. Everyone else has been selected to continue preparing the Normandy, along with myself...even if I would prefer kicking some ass instead of paperwork. If you wish to take part, find me in my quarters and we'll discuss it. Otherwise, both teams will be leaving the ship in half an hour."
Waiting for whatever chatter might have started up from that news, Shepard soon added in her plans for the Normandy once it was back up to full speed.
"Right. Now you'll all be wondering what I have planned for us apart from these small raids. And since our danger levels seem to only increase I thought it important you know exactly what I will be sending you up against this time. Saren was a baby, and the Collectors were simply locasts in front of our windshield. I have heard reports of a hive city, a Collector homeworld not to far from this galaxy.
This information is thanks for Legion and EDI, for their work in decoding and translating what data we could extract from the Collector base.
It appears as though not all the colonists abducted were stored for the human-Reaper. Some, for whatever reason were transported to the Hive. And I plan on finding out why. Mordin has been working on some valuable advancements, including Collector 'masks'. An active camoflague system that covers our 'scent' so we don't seem out of the ordinary. Visually we'll have to rely on good old fashioned costumes, but they should be none the wiser.
Anyone who thinks I have truely lost it, can stow it. I may have caused your loyalty to waiver, but up until now I am yet to let any of you down. I promised to return any colonists I could, and with this new information it takes us one step closer to not only saving a few more victims, but also blowing another good portion of Collectors to hell."
About an hour later the Mess Hall, which wasn't the usual meeting area was bustling with activity. Food was served, and whilst everyone ate, Commander Shepard prepared to update everyone on the sudden developments. It was once everyone seemed settled and had finished eating for the most part that she stood and called everyone to order.
A few seconds for the noise to quiet down was allowed before she began the announcement.
"Listen up!"
"I recieved some valuable information from Liara T'Soni earlier today. It appears that our friendly neighbourhood mercenary group, The Blue Suns, are guarding quite a nice cache of weapons. Enemy presence is listed at approximately forty individuals, with mechs present. I plan on paying them a visit. Two teams will be dropped off on the planets surface. Team One led by Garrus, along with Legion, Vincent and Morinth will infiltrate the base and extract necessary access codes. Once they have this information, they will send it to Team Two, led by Jacob, along with Tali, Baxter and Jack. Everyone else has been selected to continue preparing the Normandy, along with myself...even if I would prefer kicking some ass instead of paperwork. If you wish to take part, find me in my quarters and we'll discuss it. Otherwise, both teams will be leaving the ship in half an hour."
Waiting for whatever chatter might have started up from that news, Shepard soon added in her plans for the Normandy once it was back up to full speed.
"Right. Now you'll all be wondering what I have planned for us apart from these small raids. And since our danger levels seem to only increase I thought it important you know exactly what I will be sending you up against this time. Saren was a baby, and the Collectors were simply locasts in front of our windshield. I have heard reports of a hive city, a Collector homeworld not to far from this galaxy.
This information is thanks for Legion and EDI, for their work in decoding and translating what data we could extract from the Collector base.
It appears as though not all the colonists abducted were stored for the human-Reaper. Some, for whatever reason were transported to the Hive. And I plan on finding out why. Mordin has been working on some valuable advancements, including Collector 'masks'. An active camoflague system that covers our 'scent' so we don't seem out of the ordinary. Visually we'll have to rely on good old fashioned costumes, but they should be none the wiser.
Anyone who thinks I have truely lost it, can stow it. I may have caused your loyalty to waiver, but up until now I am yet to let any of you down. I promised to return any colonists I could, and with this new information it takes us one step closer to not only saving a few more victims, but also blowing another good portion of Collectors to hell."
Garrus Vakarian
Blue Suns aren't much of a challenge, but they never make it easy. If it weren't for their mechs they would be push overs. Garrus only had one suggestion to make for the mission.
He grabbed Shepard's attention as she was heading out of the hall and walked with her. "I've got a request, Shepard. Swap Legion and Tali. Legion and I have similar combat skills and you're leaving Team 2 without long-range support. And before you ask...yes I have another targeting visor." Garrus grumbled. He felt more awkward without a visor on than he did with the scarring.
Blue Suns aren't much of a challenge, but they never make it easy. If it weren't for their mechs they would be push overs. Garrus only had one suggestion to make for the mission.
He grabbed Shepard's attention as she was heading out of the hall and walked with her. "I've got a request, Shepard. Swap Legion and Tali. Legion and I have similar combat skills and you're leaving Team 2 without long-range support. And before you ask...yes I have another targeting visor." Garrus grumbled. He felt more awkward without a visor on than he did with the scarring.
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Commander Shepard
Upon hearing the hissing of closing doors, Shepard heard Garrus trying to get her attention. She was yet to catch up with him, so the walk would be an obvious time to kill two birds with one stone. Nodding at his suggestion, she authorized it.
"Tell Legion and Tali on the shuttle, since you have the replacement visor I am more than happy to accept that arrangement. I'm giving you command of the two teams, but Jacob is capable enough to do his job well. But if anything happens, I trust your judgement."
Clasping her hands behind her back, she moved towards the elevator.
"So how is the Normandy's weapon system looking? Anything unusual you've been noticing?" she questioned. Hoping that sabotage wasn't found in the weapon system as well. If it was, then they could have been left without power, and without defenses. Not a good scenario.
"Also, if you get the chance, bring me back one of the Blue Suns. I have some 'questions' for them."
Upon hearing the hissing of closing doors, Shepard heard Garrus trying to get her attention. She was yet to catch up with him, so the walk would be an obvious time to kill two birds with one stone. Nodding at his suggestion, she authorized it.
"Tell Legion and Tali on the shuttle, since you have the replacement visor I am more than happy to accept that arrangement. I'm giving you command of the two teams, but Jacob is capable enough to do his job well. But if anything happens, I trust your judgement."
Clasping her hands behind her back, she moved towards the elevator.
"So how is the Normandy's weapon system looking? Anything unusual you've been noticing?" she questioned. Hoping that sabotage wasn't found in the weapon system as well. If it was, then they could have been left without power, and without defenses. Not a good scenario.
"Also, if you get the chance, bring me back one of the Blue Suns. I have some 'questions' for them."
Garrus Vakarian
Garrus lightly scratched the scar on his face. It had been itching a lot lately. In the recent excitement he hadn't been using the balm Dr. Chakwas gave him.
"Weapons are out of alignment, but they held up fine. I've got the Thanix up to operable condition, but it needs a lot of work before we blow up another Collector ship with it. The Javelin warhead synchronization is scrambled, but that is pretty common after heavy firefights. Just don't fire them until they're synced, won't do much damage." Garrus sighed, he hated having to list off nothing but problems. He took a deep breath and just looked around the office as he listed everything he found.
"Well then there's the GARDIAN point defense system. We drained all the power from the laser banks to help with repairs, so they'll need some time to get back up to power. I think all the cannons are functional, but it will take some walks over the hull to make sure. The GARDIAN also needs re-calibration, but nothing too severe. Those systems need to be tweaked after any fight, and the bumps to the hull probably didn't help. Its more of a...programming thing, though. I could do it but someone else could probably do it faster." Garrus gave a small nervous cough.
"Oh...and I haven't even started the CBT kinetic shield diagnostic yet. That's more of an engineering thing since it was Tali's upgrade. But hey, other than that..." Garrus gave Shepard a small smile.
Garrus lightly scratched the scar on his face. It had been itching a lot lately. In the recent excitement he hadn't been using the balm Dr. Chakwas gave him.
"Weapons are out of alignment, but they held up fine. I've got the Thanix up to operable condition, but it needs a lot of work before we blow up another Collector ship with it. The Javelin warhead synchronization is scrambled, but that is pretty common after heavy firefights. Just don't fire them until they're synced, won't do much damage." Garrus sighed, he hated having to list off nothing but problems. He took a deep breath and just looked around the office as he listed everything he found.
"Well then there's the GARDIAN point defense system. We drained all the power from the laser banks to help with repairs, so they'll need some time to get back up to power. I think all the cannons are functional, but it will take some walks over the hull to make sure. The GARDIAN also needs re-calibration, but nothing too severe. Those systems need to be tweaked after any fight, and the bumps to the hull probably didn't help. Its more of a...programming thing, though. I could do it but someone else could probably do it faster." Garrus gave a small nervous cough.
"Oh...and I haven't even started the CBT kinetic shield diagnostic yet. That's more of an engineering thing since it was Tali's upgrade. But hey, other than that..." Garrus gave Shepard a small smile.
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Commander Shepard
The weapons concerns were minimal considering how bad they could have been. Hopefully a few more days would see most of them resolved. Of course she didn't expect Garrus to do it now, not after volunteering him for the current raid. She trusted him a lot, had fought with him since the very beginning. Had grown to sense his distress, and to realize when she needed to give him space or take his advice seriously. For the longest time she had annoyed him with her playful mood, constant checking in and 'mothering' over his wounds. Now she understood him slightly better.
Leave him be, unless he came to her wanting to talk. Then give him time, even if she had very little to spare. He usually didn't bother her unless it was worth it.
"Understandable. Once you are back I'll get her to have a look at it. So," she paused noticing his scars and the scratching. God knows how itchy her own had been, although now she actually enjoyed the buzzing feeling she felt. They seemed to have got worse, but at no point did she dislike it. "How are they healing?"
Shepard didn't think Garrus looked better or worse with the scars, they kind of became him. He wore them well. And suited the rest of the team.
The weapons concerns were minimal considering how bad they could have been. Hopefully a few more days would see most of them resolved. Of course she didn't expect Garrus to do it now, not after volunteering him for the current raid. She trusted him a lot, had fought with him since the very beginning. Had grown to sense his distress, and to realize when she needed to give him space or take his advice seriously. For the longest time she had annoyed him with her playful mood, constant checking in and 'mothering' over his wounds. Now she understood him slightly better.
Leave him be, unless he came to her wanting to talk. Then give him time, even if she had very little to spare. He usually didn't bother her unless it was worth it.
"Understandable. Once you are back I'll get her to have a look at it. So," she paused noticing his scars and the scratching. God knows how itchy her own had been, although now she actually enjoyed the buzzing feeling she felt. They seemed to have got worse, but at no point did she dislike it. "How are they healing?"
Shepard didn't think Garrus looked better or worse with the scars, they kind of became him. He wore them well. And suited the rest of the team.
Garrus Vakarian
The turian was slightly embarrassed that he was scratching them in front of Shepard.
"They aren't. They 'healed' as much as they are going to a while ago. I guess you saw the scratching. The cybernetics in my neck, jaw and face are causing it. The ones Dr. Chakwas put in me are supposed to be permanent and top of the line, but they were Cerberus cybernetics and not exactly designed for turians."
Garrus gently raised his hand to cut off what he had a feeling Shepard would say next. "They're perfectly safe, so don't worry. If it wasn't for constant exposure to different atmospheres I probably wouldn't be bothered by them at all. But until I find some replacements to make my scars all glowy and cool like yours I'm not going to replace them."
The turian was slightly embarrassed that he was scratching them in front of Shepard.
"They aren't. They 'healed' as much as they are going to a while ago. I guess you saw the scratching. The cybernetics in my neck, jaw and face are causing it. The ones Dr. Chakwas put in me are supposed to be permanent and top of the line, but they were Cerberus cybernetics and not exactly designed for turians."
Garrus gently raised his hand to cut off what he had a feeling Shepard would say next. "They're perfectly safe, so don't worry. If it wasn't for constant exposure to different atmospheres I probably wouldn't be bothered by them at all. But until I find some replacements to make my scars all glowy and cool like yours I'm not going to replace them."
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Operative Jacob Taylor
Walking out of the armoury after giving a lengthy speech and training about the weapons, Jacob saw his Omni tool flashing. He had a message telling him to get to the mess hall. Jogging over to the elevator, he took it down a level to see Shepard standing up. He stood by the back and listened in, he was going to be in charge of another fire team.
Blue Suns and Mechs? All in a days work, he smiled and ran his tongue along his teeth. Rubbing his hands together he had been itching to get some target practice and the mechs would suit him just fine. Mercifully, he was in a fire team with people who knew what they were doing.
Nodding his head as Shepard continued, Jacob rubbed his hands together and stretched his arms out. This was going to be fun. He had half an hour to get ready and get to the shuttles. Shepard dismissed the crew and he made his way back up to the armoury.
Looking over the weapons, Jacob selected a M-27 Scimitar and as his side arm, a M-6 Carnifex pistol. They had both been upgraded since the assault on the Collector base and were ready to tear anything limb from limb. Checking the time, Jacob made his way down to the shuttle bay, ready to go.
Walking out of the armoury after giving a lengthy speech and training about the weapons, Jacob saw his Omni tool flashing. He had a message telling him to get to the mess hall. Jogging over to the elevator, he took it down a level to see Shepard standing up. He stood by the back and listened in, he was going to be in charge of another fire team.
Blue Suns and Mechs? All in a days work, he smiled and ran his tongue along his teeth. Rubbing his hands together he had been itching to get some target practice and the mechs would suit him just fine. Mercifully, he was in a fire team with people who knew what they were doing.
Nodding his head as Shepard continued, Jacob rubbed his hands together and stretched his arms out. This was going to be fun. He had half an hour to get ready and get to the shuttles. Shepard dismissed the crew and he made his way back up to the armoury.
Looking over the weapons, Jacob selected a M-27 Scimitar and as his side arm, a M-6 Carnifex pistol. They had both been upgraded since the assault on the Collector base and were ready to tear anything limb from limb. Checking the time, Jacob made his way down to the shuttle bay, ready to go.
Legion
Legion listened silently. For some reason, one of the crew members had come up to him and offered him something to eat. Legion could only twitch his mandible plates and stare at the man till he walked away. Legion looked over to Shepard as she began talking. She turned her head to him and several other sets of eyes followed hers when she indicated he and EDI had decoded the Collector data. He simply nodded at her and she turned back to the crew to continue her speech. It made sense that he would be with the infiltration team. They needed someone to hack the terminals to get the codes. But then again, it seemed that team two was left with little power and no long range support.
Legion weighed the two options and came to the consensus that he would request to be swapped with Tali. The quarian could hack things decently enough, and the swap would give team two the fire support they would need for their half of the mission. He did, however, have a slight concern over Sgt. Baxter. The soldier seemed to have an issue with authority, judging by his record and the way he operated. Had to high of an opinion of himself. It might interfere with the mission. Legion trusted the Commander's judgement, however. He turned to leave the room and go back into the AI Core to prepare for the mission. The Geth Pulse Rifle, as he always carried, and the M98e Widow Anti-Material Rifle. He preferred the heavy sniper rifle because he was the only one able to wield it effectively and it gave excellent damage per shot. The rifle he used because it fit naturally to the Geth physique. He packed additional thermal clips and made a few repairs while he waited.
When the time would come, he would make his way to the shuttles and wait for the remainder of the two teams.
Legion listened silently. For some reason, one of the crew members had come up to him and offered him something to eat. Legion could only twitch his mandible plates and stare at the man till he walked away. Legion looked over to Shepard as she began talking. She turned her head to him and several other sets of eyes followed hers when she indicated he and EDI had decoded the Collector data. He simply nodded at her and she turned back to the crew to continue her speech. It made sense that he would be with the infiltration team. They needed someone to hack the terminals to get the codes. But then again, it seemed that team two was left with little power and no long range support.
Legion weighed the two options and came to the consensus that he would request to be swapped with Tali. The quarian could hack things decently enough, and the swap would give team two the fire support they would need for their half of the mission. He did, however, have a slight concern over Sgt. Baxter. The soldier seemed to have an issue with authority, judging by his record and the way he operated. Had to high of an opinion of himself. It might interfere with the mission. Legion trusted the Commander's judgement, however. He turned to leave the room and go back into the AI Core to prepare for the mission. The Geth Pulse Rifle, as he always carried, and the M98e Widow Anti-Material Rifle. He preferred the heavy sniper rifle because he was the only one able to wield it effectively and it gave excellent damage per shot. The rifle he used because it fit naturally to the Geth physique. He packed additional thermal clips and made a few repairs while he waited.
When the time would come, he would make his way to the shuttles and wait for the remainder of the two teams.
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Tali vas Normandy
Blue Suns? Why did that not come at a shock to her? They had been a thorn in their sights since even before Tali had joined Normandy 2. Shepard had made mention of such instances where getting out of some kind of mission required a few more bodies to lay nameless on the streets they had been shot. But of course, so did all the others, Blood Pack, Eclipse. In the end they were just more things to shoot or obstacles to be removed.
Tali hated herself for such thoughts. She wouldn't blame her new found way of thinking it had, however, played a significant role in the rapture of balance that comes with completing one's pilgrimage. Now that she was away from the clutches of the Quarian Migrant Fleet, as much as it pained her to say that during certain times, it was all for the better. Tali stood from her seat after ensuring that all that needed to be said had been done so and left the room towards the Engine where she had been stashing her things. Donnelly was busy else where as he was no where to be found when she had arrived. It didn't matter, as long as she was away he had time to breath.
Though her suit had been tested to have a sound containment rating, there was always the chance of contamination and for that Tali ensured she was prepared. Not only with plenty of ready medi-gel but her own Quarian remedies that would save her life if her suit was breached. Jacob was a strong leader type, he seemed that way to her that is. Miranda had it in her much more than Jacob but Tali tossed that up to the amount of experience rather than dedication. Jack and Baxter were the final pieces of their group, Jack had a nasty attitude but Tali was apathetic towards it. If you were surrounded by people that had inevitably ruined your whole life, you would probably be pretty pissed off too. The Quarian never took anything to heart though the crude nature of the female was, off putting, it wasn't worth fighting over. There had been worse done to her. If she could learn to accept Legion, she could learn to accept anyone.
Baxter she didn't know too much about but that was because she spent all her time down in the Engine room. All the while the musings went on in her head, Tali confirmed Chiktikka would be ready when needed and ensured that the upgrades she had requested had been fully integrated, making Chiktikka a bigger asset to both herself and the team. Preparations were complete, as per they would be when she had checked all systems and tapped the visor to her helmet as a safety precaution.
"See you when you get back?" Donnelly spoke up from the silence.
"You know that you will. Try and stay out of trouble while I am gone. Or you will fear something worse than the Collectors." Tali pointed at him with her pointer finger, the longest of the three she had and walked down the hall. Weapons were waiting in the armory station. There was no need for her to carry them throughout the ship while working. It was just more luggage to worry about on top of trying to be nimble about one's work.
There was something eerie about the last bit of Shepard's announcement. A Collector Hive? Was it possible they didn't destroy all of them? Sure. Could they take on the Collectors again if need be? Surely, but that did not make the Normandy and all of her crew invincible. Tali was not afraid, but boy was she terrified. It wasn't the same.....
Blue Suns? Why did that not come at a shock to her? They had been a thorn in their sights since even before Tali had joined Normandy 2. Shepard had made mention of such instances where getting out of some kind of mission required a few more bodies to lay nameless on the streets they had been shot. But of course, so did all the others, Blood Pack, Eclipse. In the end they were just more things to shoot or obstacles to be removed.
Tali hated herself for such thoughts. She wouldn't blame her new found way of thinking it had, however, played a significant role in the rapture of balance that comes with completing one's pilgrimage. Now that she was away from the clutches of the Quarian Migrant Fleet, as much as it pained her to say that during certain times, it was all for the better. Tali stood from her seat after ensuring that all that needed to be said had been done so and left the room towards the Engine where she had been stashing her things. Donnelly was busy else where as he was no where to be found when she had arrived. It didn't matter, as long as she was away he had time to breath.
Though her suit had been tested to have a sound containment rating, there was always the chance of contamination and for that Tali ensured she was prepared. Not only with plenty of ready medi-gel but her own Quarian remedies that would save her life if her suit was breached. Jacob was a strong leader type, he seemed that way to her that is. Miranda had it in her much more than Jacob but Tali tossed that up to the amount of experience rather than dedication. Jack and Baxter were the final pieces of their group, Jack had a nasty attitude but Tali was apathetic towards it. If you were surrounded by people that had inevitably ruined your whole life, you would probably be pretty pissed off too. The Quarian never took anything to heart though the crude nature of the female was, off putting, it wasn't worth fighting over. There had been worse done to her. If she could learn to accept Legion, she could learn to accept anyone.
Baxter she didn't know too much about but that was because she spent all her time down in the Engine room. All the while the musings went on in her head, Tali confirmed Chiktikka would be ready when needed and ensured that the upgrades she had requested had been fully integrated, making Chiktikka a bigger asset to both herself and the team. Preparations were complete, as per they would be when she had checked all systems and tapped the visor to her helmet as a safety precaution.
"See you when you get back?" Donnelly spoke up from the silence.
"You know that you will. Try and stay out of trouble while I am gone. Or you will fear something worse than the Collectors." Tali pointed at him with her pointer finger, the longest of the three she had and walked down the hall. Weapons were waiting in the armory station. There was no need for her to carry them throughout the ship while working. It was just more luggage to worry about on top of trying to be nimble about one's work.
There was something eerie about the last bit of Shepard's announcement. A Collector Hive? Was it possible they didn't destroy all of them? Sure. Could they take on the Collectors again if need be? Surely, but that did not make the Normandy and all of her crew invincible. Tali was not afraid, but boy was she terrified. It wasn't the same.....
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Vincent wandere around the crew`s quarters thinking to himself. Joker had been a little more help in explaining the situation. «So we`re going after the Blue Suns, great» Vincent hated the Blue Suns, they were an anarchist group who created nothing but crime and chaos. the Blue Suns were a strong mercenary group who had assess to various weapons and supplies.
Vincent shook his head and headed back to the engineering room. He had to do another check up on the engines and mass effect drive, and figure out more about the sabotage.
Vincent shook his head and headed back to the engineering room. He had to do another check up on the engines and mass effect drive, and figure out more about the sabotage.
Garrus Vakarian
"Alright, Shepard, I've got to get things prepped. We'll chat later." Garrus gave the commander a nod and walked off. As he was leaving he called back to her. "I'm gonna take one of the big guns. Don't worry, though, I won't touch your precious grenade launcher. I know you can't sleep without it."
Garrus chuckled. Shepard teased him all the time, so it felt good to get one in. She was more creative with hers, though. She also had a lot more ammunition on Garrus. Any time she started to run out, Garrus found himself doing or saying something to give her more.
The armory held most of the weapons, but Garrus kept his personal guns with the rest of his stuff. He swung by his footlocker so he could get his rifles and the new visor. The visor was basically identical to the old one, and was tweaked and customized enough to be used. It wasn't the perfectly tuned machine his old one was, at least not yet, but he didn't anticipate any problems with performance.
He pulled the visor on and let it boot up. He grabbed his old M-92 Mantis and started the sync to the visor. The old girl still had some scorch marks from that Blue-Sun gunship back on Omega. He had a team to lead this time, and Shepard wasn't going to be there to save his ass if he messed up. He couldn't make this fight with the Suns personal. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.
Garrus had grown fond of the M-15 Vindicator. The 5 round burst was damned effective, and Shepard made sure all the guns had some serious upgrades. Garrus' old Avenger just didn't fit how he fought any more.
At the armory, Garrus took one of the Vindicator rifles out. The Mantis had synced to the visor, so he started the process for the assault rifle. It would take longer to sync, and after that it would need to be tweaked for his personal shooting style. All that was left to grab was something that would go "boom."
The ML-77 Missile Launcher would be enough "boom" for this mission. It was also the only big gun he had enough experience with to feel comfortable using. He decided to do a quick maintenance of the launcher there in the armory. Hopefully Jacob, Tali or Legion would come in so he could tell them about the squad change. Garrus didn't think Jacob would have an issue with him switching his team, but he wasn't positive. He respected Jacob as a soldier, a squad-mate and a person. But they didn't always see eye-to-eye.
"Alright, Shepard, I've got to get things prepped. We'll chat later." Garrus gave the commander a nod and walked off. As he was leaving he called back to her. "I'm gonna take one of the big guns. Don't worry, though, I won't touch your precious grenade launcher. I know you can't sleep without it."
Garrus chuckled. Shepard teased him all the time, so it felt good to get one in. She was more creative with hers, though. She also had a lot more ammunition on Garrus. Any time she started to run out, Garrus found himself doing or saying something to give her more.
The armory held most of the weapons, but Garrus kept his personal guns with the rest of his stuff. He swung by his footlocker so he could get his rifles and the new visor. The visor was basically identical to the old one, and was tweaked and customized enough to be used. It wasn't the perfectly tuned machine his old one was, at least not yet, but he didn't anticipate any problems with performance.
He pulled the visor on and let it boot up. He grabbed his old M-92 Mantis and started the sync to the visor. The old girl still had some scorch marks from that Blue-Sun gunship back on Omega. He had a team to lead this time, and Shepard wasn't going to be there to save his ass if he messed up. He couldn't make this fight with the Suns personal. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.
Garrus had grown fond of the M-15 Vindicator. The 5 round burst was damned effective, and Shepard made sure all the guns had some serious upgrades. Garrus' old Avenger just didn't fit how he fought any more.
At the armory, Garrus took one of the Vindicator rifles out. The Mantis had synced to the visor, so he started the process for the assault rifle. It would take longer to sync, and after that it would need to be tweaked for his personal shooting style. All that was left to grab was something that would go "boom."
The ML-77 Missile Launcher would be enough "boom" for this mission. It was also the only big gun he had enough experience with to feel comfortable using. He decided to do a quick maintenance of the launcher there in the armory. Hopefully Jacob, Tali or Legion would come in so he could tell them about the squad change. Garrus didn't think Jacob would have an issue with him switching his team, but he wasn't positive. He respected Jacob as a soldier, a squad-mate and a person. But they didn't always see eye-to-eye.
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Commander Shepard
"Kick as much ass as you like Garrus, just bring the team, and rewards back in one piece. Or at least in usable pieces."
It was a last comment in jest, she enjoyed that Garrus was starting to give back some. He had always been so reserved, it sometimes took a lot of poking to get a laugh or reaction out of him. But poking was something she liked to do to most of her crew. Kept them alive. Kept them away from treating her only as a Commander, she wasn't strict on protocol like in the Alliance days. Being a Spectre had suited her, get it done anyway possible, sense of thinking. Of course, there was a thin line between her enjoying their individuality, and her flushing them out of the airlock or perhaps a good old fashioned whipping. One of her personal favorites. Nice and public, it helped define that thin line. Refreshing it in everyone's minds.
Tali was difficult, since her suit protected her life. Stripping her to just her lower clothing would put her immune system in danger. So often the threat was enough, plus, Tali was very good at staying on Shepard's good side.
Heading back to the Command terminal, she went about planning out the shuttle trip. Leaving the specifics up to EDI.
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Jack
She had been hostile more lately. Blowing up her 'childhood home' was meant to have put some of her mind at ease, but the confines of the ship, and the rest of the crew were eating at her. She missed starting fights for no good reason. She missed the adrenaline rush of killing. She missed not having to take orders, even if Shepard was probably the only person she felt comfortable obeying. If she felt like it.
Pacing the lower Engineering level, Jack had slowly turned the walls into dark complex artwork. Her emotions showed through the thick black lines that covered the metal hull. She still kept the area free of clutter and 'comforts'. She liked the rawness.
It reminded her of the days she spent stowed away on Alliance or civilian cruisers, moving from place to place. The darkness suited her.
She had walked into the meeting late enough to miss all the happy meal time festivity. But early enough to catch the important stuff. Another mission. About fucking time. Jack didn't particularly like Jacob, but he at least knew enough not to mess with her. Tali did her job, like a good girl and her skills kept Jack content on having her on the team. Baxter she liked the most out of the team. He was kind of like her, fuck the authority and do it your own way. He was also her supplier. But he was late. The toast at the meeting showed what had happened to the alcohol he was meant to have delivered. She savored the taste.
Meeting at the Armory, she geared up. Standard equipment. Pistol and shotgun. Before heading into the shuttle, taking a seat in the corner over by a window. She was ready, willing and able to kick some Blue Sun ass. In fact, they wouldn't start fast enough.
"Come on, I want to kill something. I'm all tingly for this shit."
In fact, it was obvious she was fired up for the action, as her biotic powers covered her in a blue sparking haze.
"Kick as much ass as you like Garrus, just bring the team, and rewards back in one piece. Or at least in usable pieces."
It was a last comment in jest, she enjoyed that Garrus was starting to give back some. He had always been so reserved, it sometimes took a lot of poking to get a laugh or reaction out of him. But poking was something she liked to do to most of her crew. Kept them alive. Kept them away from treating her only as a Commander, she wasn't strict on protocol like in the Alliance days. Being a Spectre had suited her, get it done anyway possible, sense of thinking. Of course, there was a thin line between her enjoying their individuality, and her flushing them out of the airlock or perhaps a good old fashioned whipping. One of her personal favorites. Nice and public, it helped define that thin line. Refreshing it in everyone's minds.
Tali was difficult, since her suit protected her life. Stripping her to just her lower clothing would put her immune system in danger. So often the threat was enough, plus, Tali was very good at staying on Shepard's good side.
Heading back to the Command terminal, she went about planning out the shuttle trip. Leaving the specifics up to EDI.
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Jack
She had been hostile more lately. Blowing up her 'childhood home' was meant to have put some of her mind at ease, but the confines of the ship, and the rest of the crew were eating at her. She missed starting fights for no good reason. She missed the adrenaline rush of killing. She missed not having to take orders, even if Shepard was probably the only person she felt comfortable obeying. If she felt like it.
Pacing the lower Engineering level, Jack had slowly turned the walls into dark complex artwork. Her emotions showed through the thick black lines that covered the metal hull. She still kept the area free of clutter and 'comforts'. She liked the rawness.
It reminded her of the days she spent stowed away on Alliance or civilian cruisers, moving from place to place. The darkness suited her.
She had walked into the meeting late enough to miss all the happy meal time festivity. But early enough to catch the important stuff. Another mission. About fucking time. Jack didn't particularly like Jacob, but he at least knew enough not to mess with her. Tali did her job, like a good girl and her skills kept Jack content on having her on the team. Baxter she liked the most out of the team. He was kind of like her, fuck the authority and do it your own way. He was also her supplier. But he was late. The toast at the meeting showed what had happened to the alcohol he was meant to have delivered. She savored the taste.
Meeting at the Armory, she geared up. Standard equipment. Pistol and shotgun. Before heading into the shuttle, taking a seat in the corner over by a window. She was ready, willing and able to kick some Blue Sun ass. In fact, they wouldn't start fast enough.
"Come on, I want to kill something. I'm all tingly for this shit."
In fact, it was obvious she was fired up for the action, as her biotic powers covered her in a blue sparking haze.
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Derek Baxter
Sergeant Baxter, sulked a bit when he was eating. Yeah the food tasted good...
Yeah he had some of his alcohol.
But that was the thing. It was his. His special stash. His high. That little bit of kick that got him through the day. The stuff that was being shared with almost everyone on the fucking crew, including the guys that stayed on the ship 24/7!
...
It was also the sort of alcohol that got Krogan Warlords and Asari Commando's drunk with just a couple shots.
Yes..it was THAT potent.
Unfortunately, someone within the ground team had found out about his little secret stash.
He just hoped Jack wouldn't kill him...or attempt to kill him.
Derek Baxter was a normal human, with few Biotech implants. But he always had his Combat Knife with him. That long black blade shaped thing strapped to the outside of his right ankle. That's nothing compared to someone like Jack, but sudden thrown knife would be enough of a distraction for him to either rush the person, and get in a good few hits or grab a weapon from elsewhere and take cover.
Of course...he hasn't had time to test his theory yet but...
After dinner and the briefing, Derek headed to the Armory and geared up faster than anyone else could. Unlike the others who had their little kinks with Cerberus, had other jobs, even Jacob who was ex-Alliance, Derek held true to his old days as a Marine.
Every movement that was put into his gear up, was quick, sharp, and has been exercised a million times.
The last item he was cleaning and preparing to equip was, of course, M-920 Cain.
He had a piece of rag on it, cleaning the outside over and over again. As if it were his own schlong.
Only then did he notice the other members.
And then he heard Jack's comment. He turned with a evil grin on his face and pointed the Cain directly at Jack at hip level, finger on the trigger. "Not if I get to em first. Powers beyond recognition with your Biotech's but it doesn't make you run any faster."
Sergeant Baxter, sulked a bit when he was eating. Yeah the food tasted good...
Yeah he had some of his alcohol.
But that was the thing. It was his. His special stash. His high. That little bit of kick that got him through the day. The stuff that was being shared with almost everyone on the fucking crew, including the guys that stayed on the ship 24/7!
...
It was also the sort of alcohol that got Krogan Warlords and Asari Commando's drunk with just a couple shots.
Yes..it was THAT potent.
Unfortunately, someone within the ground team had found out about his little secret stash.
He just hoped Jack wouldn't kill him...or attempt to kill him.
Derek Baxter was a normal human, with few Biotech implants. But he always had his Combat Knife with him. That long black blade shaped thing strapped to the outside of his right ankle. That's nothing compared to someone like Jack, but sudden thrown knife would be enough of a distraction for him to either rush the person, and get in a good few hits or grab a weapon from elsewhere and take cover.
Of course...he hasn't had time to test his theory yet but...
After dinner and the briefing, Derek headed to the Armory and geared up faster than anyone else could. Unlike the others who had their little kinks with Cerberus, had other jobs, even Jacob who was ex-Alliance, Derek held true to his old days as a Marine.
Every movement that was put into his gear up, was quick, sharp, and has been exercised a million times.
The last item he was cleaning and preparing to equip was, of course, M-920 Cain.
He had a piece of rag on it, cleaning the outside over and over again. As if it were his own schlong.
Only then did he notice the other members.
And then he heard Jack's comment. He turned with a evil grin on his face and pointed the Cain directly at Jack at hip level, finger on the trigger. "Not if I get to em first. Powers beyond recognition with your Biotech's but it doesn't make you run any faster."
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That was Baxter. That was the kind of shit she liked. His banter, as long as she wasn't pissed off gave her a rise. Gave her something to do. Flicking him the bird, she grinned. "Don't you need legs to run though?" she retorted. Thinking about sending him flying up into the roof, breaking his bones, tearing at his flesh and popping joints apart.
Leaning forward as she sat with her legs far apart, she wore her black outfit. Although she loved showing off her tats, and her body, Shepard was pretty specific about her being combat ready. And ever since she had snapped one of the leather straps on her other top, it had been clear she needed more 'battle resistant' chest support.
"But I'm sure we can share some...nothing better than enjoying a good slaughter with someone else. Romantic, don't you think?"
Smiling, she tapped her heavy pistol against the top of her leg...obviously wanting to get started.
That was Baxter. That was the kind of shit she liked. His banter, as long as she wasn't pissed off gave her a rise. Gave her something to do. Flicking him the bird, she grinned. "Don't you need legs to run though?" she retorted. Thinking about sending him flying up into the roof, breaking his bones, tearing at his flesh and popping joints apart.
Leaning forward as she sat with her legs far apart, she wore her black outfit. Although she loved showing off her tats, and her body, Shepard was pretty specific about her being combat ready. And ever since she had snapped one of the leather straps on her other top, it had been clear she needed more 'battle resistant' chest support.
"But I'm sure we can share some...nothing better than enjoying a good slaughter with someone else. Romantic, don't you think?"
Smiling, she tapped her heavy pistol against the top of her leg...obviously wanting to get started.
