Number girl...

I'm Anne Moser. Service Chief in the Systems Alliance, specialized for Combat Engineering, also specialist for encryption and VI-technology. [ independent Mass Effect OC] [ faceclaim: AJ Cook ]

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ltjvega:

    “That I am. I make it a point to be nothin’ else,” he admitted with a light shrug as he stepped back to make room for her. He had never seen her here before, but with the way he traveled, he wasn’t surprised. Every time they docked at the Citadel, there seemed to be an influx of new arrivals. War had a way of doing that. 

          James’ brows shot up in surprise at her subtle threat, but he kept his voice as level as possible while still trying to be heard over the music. “You know, I’m incredibly inclined to believe you. As small as you are, you’re scary as hell,” he chuckled, sincerity in his tone. 

     Anne smiled. "Like I said, at least something. It means you are already capable of more social skills that the most of the guys in your line of work." The was probably not actually nice, but for now Anne didn'T plan to make him her new best friend, they were ordering drinks here, nothing more. Although she maybe should be a bit nicer, because now that she was standing right in front of her she was in the better position to get a drink than he was.

     Turning around just enough to give him another smiling glance, she shrugged. "You don't have to be tall to be scary, but thanks I'm trying my best. Just imagine how annoying it would be if you omnitool would start beeping every minute and you can't stop it." She still smiled when she turned around again, waving the bartender to come over to her and being noticed almost immediately.

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ltjvega:

     James couldn’t stop the laugh and amused expression passing over his features. Of course he looked like someone who usually got his way, but he was never one to lie. He faced every situation in life without looking back, head-on. Nodding as the laugh faded, but the smile remained, he didn’t see a point in defending himself. “I may be an asshole, Miss, but I’ve never put my hands on a woman who didn’t want to be touched.” 

          He had a nice laugh. That she had to admit as well, but that would only work more his way, if he decided to use it. And Anne was completely sure that he did use is more often that she used her's to get the nicest places in the mess. "You are honest, I have to give you that," she stated with a smile.

          She took another step closer, pushing herself slowly between him and the bar. She wanted this darn drink and a simple marine would not keep her from getting it. "I wouldn't suggest touching without my consent anyway. I can cause more problems to your life than you are aware of."

[annemoser-blog]

ltjvega:

    She was tough for a woman of her stature, but James didn’t address it. Instead, he hung his head, certain that in the end, she would win. Hazel eyes falling to the bar, then to his hand still waiting to be filled with a glass, he waved her over. “C’mon. I’ll get you front and center and keep the touchy assholes off of you.” The marine noticed the way her eyes shifted away from his face, her silence should have made him uncomfortable; but he was desperate for a drink. 

          Her smile got a bit softer. "And you are none of them, yes?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows and a curious glance. He would not be the first to state he wasn't, but she had to admit that there was something that made her actually believe him. He doesn't seem like he was out for a flirt right now. He seemed more like someone who just wanted to drink his mind numb. It was a hesitant one - still not sure if she wanted to be so close to him - but a step nevertheless in his direction.

[bioticboss]

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[bytheferriswheel]

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JJ through the seasons

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ltjvega:

    James turned slowly, his brow furrowed. He’d only just reached the bar after shouldering his way through the crowd pressing in around the hardtop surface. “Excuse me, I just happened to finally make it here,” he retorted. The blonde was a small thing, especially in comparison to his own frame. With a tired sigh, the muscles in his face relaxed as he rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Here, if you don’t mind bein’ a little close, I’ll make some room for you, sound fair?”

      Anne watched him turning around and noticed the tired expression on his face. Which was something she could relate to, but didn't show him that. All she wanted was her drink and leave the bar again, settle down at a nice table and calm down.. But instead she had to deal with this typical portrayal of a marine. With a played sweet smile she tilted her head. "Is that everything you have to offer? Because that's actually just some room and not only being a little close." She kept her smile on her lips and looked at him. Yes, he was exactly what you expected of a marine. But then he the light of the nearby dance floor was on his face and she suddenly had the feeling she'd seen his face somewhere. Not sure where. But he seemed familiar. But Anne shrugged it off for now. He still was where she wanted to be: at sodding the bar.

[malveillants-bratprince]

[text] Come over in the next 5 minutes, or not at all. [text] I'm sick of waiting.

{MSG} Anne? I’ll be there in just a few seconds. I just wanted to surprise my schöne cousine with a present. A few more minutes is all I ask of you.

[annemoser-blog]

[Re] You don't need to get a present, Gaalan.

[re] I'd rather have spent the last half an hour I've been waiting talking to you. Just hurry now, okay?

[cmcrazies]

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[galacticphysicist]

        Thomas chuckled as he fixed up a pot on the stove, so that he could cook the noodles. It was nice, just being able to cook alongside Anne. Something so simple, and yet it felt like home again. If he imagined hard enough, he could almost hear Laura laughing in the other room at the television program. He blinked hard, blaming it on the onions.

       ”Work?” he asked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Hectic, mostly. But now that I’ve met my deadline, I can have a nice long break with you before working on further developments.” He smiled as he began pressing the dough through the shaper. "You know, I was thinking… Once we have more time to plan, we should make a trip back to München."

[annemoser-blog]

     Anne knew, almost felt what, or better who he was thinking of. And she couldn't blame him. Mama would be missed forever. The time of the year, the things they did to give them the illusion of a decent home. Or better her. She almost felt guilt, but she knew better than actually thinking this was her fault. She knew her father would always think about his wife, even when Anne wasn't here, probably even more.

     She smiled. "You know deadlines are something I really don't miss since I'm stationed on the ship. I hated those I have always been finished long before due and then things got really boring. Because they wouldn't let me start something new right away. The military is strange in these kind of things, really." She chuckled. "I'm glad you finished just in time, to now use it all for me." A broad smile was on her face, and that was the moment where she forgot to breathe through her mouth and instead through her nose and her eyes started to burn. Like her father she was blinking rapidly though she actually did because of the onions. Anne was missing her mother, she had loved her and losing her the way she did had hurt her, but she wasn't a person of many tears.

     Anne raised her eyebrows and sighed. "You mean, once the war is over and we actually survived this. And if anything is left of München that is worth visiting." She was quiet for a moment. It was easy to forget that other people didn't know what was going on on earth and Anne never wanted to confront the bitter with the truth, especially not her father, but by now there was barely anything left of the once beautiful city. "Sorry, Papa. Yes, we should definitely go and visit earth once things have settled down."

[galacticphysicist]

       Thomas dismissed her yawn with a small chuckle, continuing to mix the dough. “…I missed it too. We’ll make home-cooking your entire stay if you want, okay? We will do anything you want. This is your trip,” he told her, a smile on his face. He peered over at her briefly before waving her over to his side. “You can help me chop the onions. And we’ll need some bacon fried as well.” Once she was by his side, he reached around her to grab a spatula and kissed the top of her head in the process.

[annemoser-blog]

     "Oh yes, real food for an entire week! I have forgotten what's that like." She laugehd, slid from her stool and walked around the counter  to stand beside her father. "You better keep the bacon far away from me, or there won't be any left for the Spätzle," she grinned, when she grabbed a knife and the first onion and started her work. Trying desperatily not to breath through her nose so she won't start crying while taking care of the onions.

     A smile appeared on her lips when he kissed her head. "How's your work been lately?"

[infiltratingtacticalgenius]

Gaalan Peterson

[[Took me forever to actually create this character but give Gaalan a follow, he’s the nephew of Dr. Moser and quite the criminal.]]

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[galacticphysicist]

        Thomas always had enjoyed cooking, though he’d never really considered himself the chef of the house. He supposed Laura cooked just as much as he did—they both had varying work hours and so the family meals usually depended on who was home (though the baking was almost always left up to Laura). But Tom had many a good memory while in the kitchen, whether it was chopping away at vegetables while young Anne looked onward, or teaching the youngster hands-on how to crack an egg.

        It was there, mixing spätzle dough alongside the newly-changed Anne, that Tom smiled softly to himself, enjoying the nostalgia that suddenly flooded his veins. “Well, I won’t make that mistake again,” he responded to her, looking at the blonde over his shoulder. “This has been a ‘long time coming’. I’ve only started cooking again recently, actually. When you’re not here, I do not have much of a reason to.”

[annemoser-blog]

     The calming effect of watching her father cooking made her yawn. "Oh Gott, 'tschuldige." She shook her head like she wanted to shrug off the tiredness that she was suddenly feeling. "I'm glad you did, Papa. I miss fresh cooked food and I miss our food, you know? Things we used to eat when I was a kid. As much as the world grew together, there are still some differences and I'm glad about it." She smiled warmly. "Our" food meant basically the things he and her mum had cooked when she was a kid. Being constantly on the move on a ship, you sometimes feel like you are homeless, almost being uprooted. And this was feeling like home. Having a place you belong to.

     "Can I help you somehow? Because if I keep sitting here, you might have to wake me up when it's time to eat. Anything? Open a bottle of wine, or even cut onions? REally, I'm not picky." She snickered and smiled after that comfortably - it felt so good to be here.

[galacticphysicist]

        "Eh… Vielleicht ich bin daran gewöhnt," he answered her honestly,closing the trunk "Es ist wie ein Weihnachtsmarkt ganzjährig. Es ist nicht so schlecht."  

        Once they were inside the apartment, he handed off her bags and nodded, slipping off his shoes before striding into the kitchen. “Lass dir Zeit. I’ll get started on the spätzle.” He kissed the top of her head and let her set off to the guest bedroom, before going to wash his hands and make some dough.

[annemoser-blog]

     Anne was changed quickly and entered the bathroom just for a very quick fresh up. She didn't want to miss too many time with her father for stuff like this.

     When she entered the kitchen in sweat pants, a shirt and a hoodie she smiled and took a seat on one of the stools at the counter. "I can't remember the last time watching you cook. During my last visit we mostly wnt eating out or ordered in," she said after a while watiching him silently with a smily. It felt so very much like home to just sit here and look at him preparing the meal for them. 

Anne remembered so well how she had sat in their old kitchen on the counter when she was maybe nine watching him cook for them. Her dad and food were on of her best memories of her childhood.

[galacticphysicist]

        At her reassuring words, which he’d heard many times before, he offered her a small smile over his shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could say to change her mind. As much as he wanted her there, with him, or at least somewhere grounded and safe, she knew what she was doing was right. And, being her father, Tom would support her one hundred percent of the way. It didn’t mean he was necessarily happy about it, however.

       Before long, they made their way onto the Silversun Strip, and he pulled the skycar into the parking garage near the apartment complex. "Auf geht’s," he told her, giving her a pat to the shoulder before heading out of the parked car. He opened her door and helped her out before going to grab her bags. “Du bist schon in meiner Wohnung gewesen, nicht wahr? Du kannst duschen oder fernsehen, während koche ich.”

[annemoser-blog]

     Anne smiled and nodded. "Yep, have been here, just for 26 hours before we had to leave for an emergency, but I know your apartment good enough to find my way while you are cooking." She followed him to the elevator that would bring them to the level his apartment was located on. 

     "Gehen dir die Lichter vom Strip nicht mitlerweile auf die Nerven? Ich mein, es blinkt und leuchtet hier rund um die Uhr." She looked at him still smiling. It was something she had already wondered about in the car while she had watched the crowd out of her window.

     Inside of the apartment Anne gave her father a smile. "Ich zieh' mir nur was bequemeres an, ja? Dann komm' ich in die Küche." Then she took her bags from him and walked to the guest's sleeping room to unpack her stuff and change her clothes.

[galacticphysicist]

        As Thomas drove, he listened to Anne speak, and slowly his expression fell into something more serious, brows furrowed as he glanced up at her through the rear-view mirror. “Das tut mir leid,” he told her, softly, his hands idly squeezing the steering apparatus. “I know during times of war like this… it isn’t easy on anyone. I can only imagine what you’ve seen. It hurts me, too, to know you are out there, on the ‘front lines.’ If I didn’t know it was so important, I would have rather you had a different profession. Something safer.”

[annemoser-blog]

     Anne sighed and tried to smile. "Mach dir keine Gedanken, Papa. Ich wusste vorher auf was ich mich einlasse." Her smile grew more genuine, more cheery. As much as she was able to. "I can handle this. I think being on a smaller ship with ground side missions would be much more dangerous. I just get off the ship when we dock somewhere." She leaned closer to him and placed a hand encouragingly on his shoulder. "I know, Papa. You would like it more if I worked in some lab. But I can do more there, than anywhere else. I can do something which consequences are seen right away, I save people with what I do." She looked at him, almost pleading.

     It was not the first time they had this kind of conversation. Her father cared so deeply for her and he never had liked her decision to risk her life, just because she wanted something more than working in a lab. He had accepted her decision after realizing that it made her happy, but he still never missed an opportunity to mention that it couldn't make him happy to see his beloved daughter in danger.