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“Let’s say it’s a nice day, no real wind, you got some good sleep night before -- How far do you think you could throw the average volus?”
Shepard laughs, but it’s a humourless laugh. Usually she’d give the other more hope concerning the situation the whole galaxy is currently in, but she’s too drunk for that. She raises her hand to catch the attention of the Salarian bartender. “How about instead of talking about that I buy us both another drink?”
“You wanna talk about the weather instead?” Seph reclines on her stool, sparing a glance at the Presidium vista. If she doesn’t have her little bits of black humor, then what’s she got left? The little bites back at the invasion are making strides forwards, but it’s difficult to take noticable chunks out of such an implacable force. “Lovely day. A nice artificial mix of oxygen, nitrogen, and do I detect a little eezo on the wind?” An asari gives her a foul look, perhaps perceiving it as some sort of slight, but the infiltrator just rolls her eyes. “What, think you’re the only one?”
{ A frustrated grumble is the only prelude to an abruptly hurled datapad, before the projectile is caught in a coolly-radiating biotic field. Seph soon stalked after it, plucking the offending tablet from her own Stasis. }
"When I figure out who’s been cheesedickin’ their way through reports, their ass is grass.“
star wars verse.
resistance infiltrator. force-adept, but not trained. would probably believe in a ‘unifying Force.’ no Light side of dark side horseshit. (which is self-serving, because she’d probably lean toward the dark in the sense of passion rather than compassion.) wouldn’t be too stoked about the idea of being a jedi either. probably grew up on some ass planet, became a gang leader, made good, got w/ the resistance.
apparently there’s a force ability that lets folks cloak themselves either by ~*bending light*~ or just convincing baddies that they’re not there. she can do that, ok.
Morgana blinked owlishly, quietly observing the other woman while simultaneously cleaning the barrel of her Black Widow. Slim shoulders rolled in a casual shrug as she hummed thoughtfully.
“While I certainly don’t make a habit of carrying around a sword on my person such as that–” A nod to the item in question. “–blades can have their place if utilized properly. I’ve known some biotics to suggest the notion their abilities trump firearms, but–much with anything–it has its share of weaknesses as well.”
“I’ve known a biotic or two to have a big head, if that’s what you’re sayin’. There’s a reason we don’t allow troops to deploy without a weapon.” Amps could overheat, burn out, leave their users with horrific migraines or worse. (Not that Seph was bitter, or anything.) But the worst one can do with a firearm, comparatively, was run out of rounds.
So the LCDR offered a snort, returned the sealed blade into its packing case. Hopefully, some scientist could figure out some sort of countermeasure to nanomolecular blades, but it was a distant woe compared to ‘oh, Christ, all these Reapers are trying to kill us.’ “If they want a sword that bad, get one of those hacked omni-tools, and then just jump off the Citadel, cause it’ll be an easier death than gettin’ ripped up by husks.”
The Phantom blade is de-powered, and Seph indulges herself in giving it a few slow practice strokes before re- applying the holo-lock.
“Stupid. There’s a reason we moved on to firearms.”
’and what is your deal in the great alliance? someone’s quick-witted secretary?’
‘ got it in one. literally all i do is fetch coffee and gossip with the girls.’
’alliance— wouldn’t have pegged you for a soldier.’
‘plenty’a civvies in the alliance. ‘sides, not every soldier’s gotta have a bdu on.’
’well now, aren’t you little miss creative solutions.’
‘that’s what it says on my desk. seph castaigne, alliance creative solutions.’
’where do i sign up for that vacation package?’
‘sister, if i knew that, i wouldn’t still be on this hunk’a metal. find a planet that’s all eezo and sell it to the vol protectorate, maybe.’
“You’re shittin’ me. I’m gonna open my eyes and I’ll be on Eden Prime, drinkin’ a martini, surrounded by nude women.”
"Pretty bad, as I was brought back from the dead to deal with them. You?”
"I got put on a desk job, boss. Death's a minor complaint."
"So, how's the unwinnable war against ancient machine-robot-gods that intend to eat us, or something, going for you?"
{ shadow broker files: persephone castaigne }
Interview with the Unknown Soldier via Cincalio Voccius, Tayseri Times
[ We meet in a very loud, very populous bar in Omega. She’s lightly built - lovely, clear skin, and short cropped hair. It’s belied somewhat by the shotgun slung across her hip, though, but she smiles, tells me to call her Hali. She had contacted me, actually, when I first arrived - asked if I wanted to interview an Alliance anti-terrorist. Of course, I checked into the credentials she provided — excluded from the content of this interview for the sake of protecting her identity — firsthand. You don’t just jump into things on Omega. ]
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Daft Punk - Derezzed [x]
Still working on the concept.
On occasion— I have been told I’m horrendous at it.
( the fact that she is here is testament to that very human desire to get away. this is information the stranger need not know. but alcohol makes her tongue clumsy ) Yes. I mean— No.
You're not that drunk, bud.
Here's a hint: you put the open bit of the bottle in your mouth and gulp.
