Peahen

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I’d haf’ta question anyone who’s capable a’ pullin’ that off. What’s the point a’ livin’ if at least one schmook doesn’t hate ya’?

……Anyways, uh. Yeah. Dippin’ off the subject a’ Shepard ‘cause ya’ got a point a’ everyone talkin’ about ‘er… Uh… Shit I suck at small talk. Whaddya wanna be when ya’ grow up?

#boozeandbiotics #[SORRY FOR TAKING A FUCKING EON TO REPLY]

Well, as far as I'm aware. All her foes are dead now so there might be something to that.

I am going to be a xenoanthropologist. Do you know what that is?

“Hmng.” He looked her over, not for the first time, his gaze sharp and deliberate now, lingering instead of flippant, considering the information. Grunt’s expertise relied predominately on brute strength, powerful weapons and a whole lot of ways to kill someone, anyone. He supposed it was a severe oversight to assume that such attributes would somehow apply to her as well. Whatever. Not like he was going to admit it.

It made sense, though. She was small. Slender. Built light. Her clothes were often bright and flashy, but he figured it was a testament to her skill that she managed to elude her enemies in spite of that. He folded his arms underneath his chest. “You sound like an infiltrator,” He decided, tapped a talon against his bicep almost thoughtfully, though whatever he was thinking elicited an unconscious scowl. “Hm.”

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Chavali eyed him with some worry. He seemed to be thinking quite deeply over...something. Exactly what that would be? She only had the slightest of clues and that was a bit worrisome. His interest in her well being was well and all but Chavali really didn't have much interest in it of her own. It might be better to get it over with though.

"What exactly is an infiltrator?" Chavali asked and added partly in jest, partly as a challenge. "Or is that one of those soldier things you aren't to speak of?" He had always been quite reclusive about what it is he actually did on the field. Special secret soldier stuff or something. She found it silly but she also knew a lot of that was probably for good reason and she hadn't actually ever cared that deeply to find out why.

#tankbaby

Chavali Baker

It’s about a year, no?

#Chavali Baker #people draw chavi #[the fact I have reason for that tag makes me utterly happy]#[-sobs-]

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I don’t know her super-buddy-chum-chum like er’ryone else seems to. But I know’ve ‘er exploits, and we may have talked a couple of times… I think. I’m also shit with faces, did I mention that?

Even still, the lady was motivational, even without much direct talkin’. It’s weird how charisma works.

Tch. I get contrasting accounts on Shepard's character but her ability to schmooze people over seems to one consistent factor.

Bah, but my mother is all I ever talk about. It is good to know she is not close personal friends with absolutely everybody. I'm not much for hand-me-downs.

#boozeandbiotics

Grunt’s brow-ridges drew over his eyes, furrowed. It occurred to him then, and perhaps very belatedly (whether deliberate or not was not something he cared to consider, so he didn’t) that she had spoken very little about herself since they had met. He only knew that she was Shepard’s child, but perhaps not quite Shepard’s clan, not then, anyway. And she had been on Earth, before and after the initial invasion. Oddly enough it was always Grunt who would talk about himself—or rather, his people, Tuchanka, its history. The idea of sharing more personal matters were something he was much too stubborn to entertain.

He lifted his eyes, stared down at her from his towering height, appraising. “You can fight.” It wasn’t a question, not really. He could bother to believe her, all things considered. “Hnmph. Fine then. Show me.”

#[WELL GOOD MORNING TO ME]#Chavali Baker #people draw chavi #moonyartisgoodart

Chavali vaguely remembered sizing up Grunt once before, although she couldn't remember why. As tempting as the thought had been, Chavali wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of showing Grunt any martial prowess. After all, she was only a highschooler. A remarkably talented highschooler, but still no match against a trained soldier. The last physical fight she had been in had been...well years ago. There wasn't any way that Chavali could take Grunt.

"I didn't say that now did I?" Chavali tossed him a teasing smirk. "Most of my skirmishes were ended by running and creative evasion. I took and excelled at track when I was still in school, not many kids my age can outrun me. Husks are another matter...but that's where skilled maneuvering of obstacles comes in handy."

#tankbaby

sharkiisha

Miss Chavali Baker.

[here have some fond cracky mostly esoteric merp memories dragged out from my scrap folder]

#ask urdnotwrex #bakaraofurdnot #tankbaby #majorkirrahe #ooc #crack

bakaraofurdnot

((Popping out of inactivity to remind everyone that last year, this happened:

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#ooc #crack #[I MISS THESE TALKS OF OURS]#bakaraofurdnot #ask urdnotwrex #drsolus #tankbaby

From his experience, the Alliance military was not entirely reliable. He respected humanity’s resilience and tenacity, and how its military bred soldiers as extraordinary as Shepard, though they were few and far between, and there was no one who quite compared to Shepard in his opinion anyway. Now that she was gone, he had even less incentive to trust their competence. Especially during peacetime, fresh out of a war that had destroyed their military and population quite possibly by half. Easy pickings.

“Hmmng,” Grunt growled, mouth pursed. It was peculiar that the fact that she was the daughter of his old battlemaster was not what he had in mind when he had said it, but he didn’t linger on the thought, or bothered to correct her. He huffed, shaking his head. If he conceded he would certainly not admit it. “Don’t just rely on a few escorts. All I’m saying.”

Chavali wasn't about to say that she trusted soldiers as far as she could toss them. Mrs Baker's abhorrence for violence and organized military men was part of the problem. Mostly it had to do with the completely useless behavior of those few she met back on Earth. They weren't Alliance soldiers but Chavali was still bitter. Grunt didn't need to know that, not right now anyway.

"I'm not completely helpless you know." Chavali waved a chastising finger at him. "It wasn't just dumb luck that I survived the entire war on Earth. I have some talents outside of my stunning intellect and dashing fashion sense."

#tankbaby

major-kirrahe

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Every so often he would glance at the datapads in her hands and wonder what was on them. The question had been perched on the tip of his tongue since he arrived. The trouble with aliens is that they lacked the body language that separated an open secret and a hidden one. Instead he looked, as if hoping to pry the data out with his eyes.

“Ha.” His lower eyelid drew up with amusement, matching the grin on his lips. “The military’s a strange place. Learn how to take orders well enough and one day you’ll be the one giving them. It may be like that everywhere, I wouldn’t know.” Kirrahe smoothed the fabric of his pants, sighing wistfully. “It’s not so bad, but only if you want it.”

#majorkirrahe #[hrrgh sorry my quality is fantastic]

"Most jobs are like that, but military insubordination has greater consequence than office work." She shrugged. Chavali didn't do well with anybody being the boss of her. It had caused some trouble in school as well. And in group projects. Pretty much any time someone thought to out boss her. She had always been a problematic child.

She traced his line of sight and quietly set the datapads down. "Most of these are files from my mother. I was reading a bit about salarians and krogan after reading her entry about Virmire."

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……That narrows it down to on—………Holy fucking shit. Really?

Well, that explains a lot. Well uh. Nice to meet ya’ kid.

Mmhmm. Her legacy is pretty big even among other Shepards. Did you know her well? Most everyone I talk to seems to.

#boozeandbiotics

Grunt’s frost-blue eyes followed the quick sway of her hair with a tiny hint of disdain, and perhaps something else he himself could not put a feeling to. Naturally, he chalked it up to annoyance. It was a predominant disposition of his, anyway.

“Need doesn’t always equal want,” he shot back, the familiarity of the situation was almost second nature, arguments becoming less and less hostile and more and more like a routine. Even Grunt knew that in some twisted way, this complacency was a good thing. Companionable, if unorthodox. “You are far from normal.” He exhaled threw his nostrils, a gesture that might have seemed angry, intimidating, like a bull preparing to charge. “Ruder parts?”

#tankbaby #[serendipity always reminds me of the book series]

Chavali snorted. Always such a big baby about the ordeal. What could possibly be so bad about learning to use a few more words? He always did that though. Shuffled his intelligence under brute savagery. She wasn't sure what the facade was really for, perhaps it was a krogan thing. She'd have time to deconstruct that.

"Only because of Shepard." She rolled her eyes. The display was probably more impressive to someone who wasn't "Earth has colonies in some less than reputable places. It's my job to visit them and I have military escorts so..."

Grunt stared back with an idle look of his own. Now there was something he was used to. He had been on the receiving end of that look enough times to be impervious to it.

Grunt humphed, rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “Never needed to.” He glanced down at her, brow-ridges furrowing. His mouth curled. “I’m not worried. You’re just not careful enough. Don’t have to go looking for fights, Baker. Sometimes they just come to you.”