moved to @nrmandy

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴.

[nrmandy-a]

i’ve archived!

you can now find me over on @nrmandy :-)

[nrmandy]

“   this is the ssv normandy looking to dock—  prepare yourselves for the arrival!   ”        /       a multimuse exploring the mass effect video game franchise  &  its characters.    by kaidan.

[acecroft]

Risky Business (1983) dir. Paul Brickman

[nrmandy-a]

“yeah, that is the official story— but only an idiot believes the official story.”  (garrus to john)

the official story—  the metaphorical story they’ve been faced with over  &  over again.    (saren,  the reapers,  cerberus,  the protheans;  the list was endless.)    there’s a part of him that knows garrus is right.    the official story right now is,   commander shepard was fine  &  taking an early leave from work—  a vacation of sorts,   all while hell broke out throughout the galaxy as reapers took clusters one-by-one.    it was only a matter of time before questions were asked;  questions were already being asked about the acting commander.    (there’s a part of him that questions what everyone was thinking as they selected him to become the new commander shepard;  there’s another part of him that sees the light shimmering through the curtains of the stygian shadow he’s lived in all his life.)    

the official story was:  nina shepard had failed them one last time  &  the normandy finally had enough.    (at least—  that’s what’s letting john sleep at night.)

“  garry,  don’t worry.    the alliance will handle the pr aspect  &  if not,  i’ll step in.    she’s my sister for fucks sake—  i’m not a monster.    remember this,  though—  i’m the commander now.    i don’t have time to circle jerk everyone in this galaxy if they don’t want to believe the official story.    so,  you being the bestest friend in the whole world,  might have to reach around  &  cup a few fucking balls for me.    &  since i’m the best boss in the world,  you will be rewarded for such fucking actions.    got it?  ”    it’s the closest thing garrus will hear of:  i need your help,  please help me.

[nrmandy-a]

@temphest​

“  i didn’t spend 4 years getting my GED to be an assistant on the normandy.    i always thought i’d be doing some more high class—  like an office job.    funny how life works out,  huh?  ”    her eyes linger momentarily on miranda,  shoulders raising in a shrug before refocusing her attention on her nails.    “  does garrus always do that thing where he spits when he talks?    or was that a one time thing?    fool’s like a waterfall;  nigara falls up in this bitch!  ” 

[nrmandy-a]

“in case you hadn’t noticed, this whole place is falling apart!”  (tali to john)

“  oh,  really?    what gave that away?    was it the rubble nearly falling on my head thirty seconds or you tripping over said fucking rubble?    it’s prothean ruins for fuck sakes,  of course the place is going to be falling apart.  ”    vitriolic words,  venom resides on this tongue—  exasperation becoming clearer with every passing second.    it doesn’t stop him from gesturing towards the broken concrete centimeters in front of the quarian  &  a,  ‘watch your step’,  leaving his mouth.    his pistol remains in his grasp,  finger lingering on the trigger;  locked  &  loaded.    it’d been a simple mission in theory:  find liara t’soni while nina took a team to feros in an attempt to stop the geth from attacking.    (also to collect any information leading to saren  &  his whereabouts.)    it was john’s luck to be stuck with tali  &  wrex—  wrex was tolerable;  often kept his mouth shut  &  did the job he’d been assigned.    tali was a talker.    he could feel his brain squeezing itself,  trying to cut off the blood-flow just so he could leave this situation.    (he was going to have some choice words with nina once he got back on the normandy.)

prothean barriers surrounded them,  an elevator leading further down into the ruins;  the geth were crawling  &  it only made the headache john has grow bigger.    “  can we fucking brainstorm here as a team?    what’s that saying?    jesus h christ or something?    that’s how i’m feeling right now,  team!  ”    he claps his hands together,  motioning towards the elevator.    “  either we get on that,  go further down into these fucking ruins—  maybe get trapped under rubble,  but we maybe find the matriarch’s daughter.    or we assume she’s trapped under rubble  &  we go home.    your call,  guys.  ”    

[nrmandy-a]

plotting call!  by liking this, i’ll reach out via IMs (or diskord if i already have you added) and i’ll discuss a potential thread or dynamic you’d be interested in exploring :-) 

[nrmandy-a]

metahuman is a game changer— yall heard it here first

[nrmandy-a]

“you can’t bludgeon your way through bureaucracy.”  (miranda to john)

“  no?    what tells you that?    i don’t see any sign around here saying i can’t do that...  ”    head twisting around,  faux dumbfounded expression—  cerulean hues roll before planting his hands on the top of miranda’s desk.    the council had been on his ass,  per usual,  about the reapers  &  the incoming threat of their massive destruction of the galaxy.    the constant holocalls,  the nagging in his fucking ear;  the normandy was the only place he wasn’t bitched at  &  that was only because everyone knew better.    he doesn’t need this from miranda  &  he knows that she knows.

“  miranda,  honey,  look—  i know this business.    i know bureaucracy like the back of my hand  &  i know for a fact:  you threaten a few people,  spit on a few hands,  kiss a few asses—  you get shit done.    i get shit done.    so if it means i gotta’ grab a fucking sledgehammer  &  bludgeon a few fucking skulls,  so be it.  ”

[berleezymoved]

let me tell you,  i’m out here from a very far away place—  all for a chance to be a star.    nowhere seems to be too far.

JOHN SHEPARD   /   001.

[nrmandy-a]

“how about this— you pretend you didn’t see me, i’ll pretend i didn’t see you.”  (tali to kaidan)

 It’d been a haste decision— probably not of his best judgement, but hell, the world was on the verge of ending and John Shepard was the one left in charge. Yup, they were fucked. It’d been their last Shore Leave before going to Cerberus’ Headquarters and something told him he needed a beer, maybe three, before getting back on the Normandy to his impending demise. (Maybe he wasn’t giving John enough credit, but then again— why would he? Sure, he’d bartered a few deals with a few of the species’. He was no Commander Shepard, though.)

 Three beers at the Purgatory Bar on the Citadel had turned into five beers, one shot, and a glass of water the bartender forced him the drink. Next thing he knew, a rendition of Super Freak was playing and he couldn’t help but stumble off his barstool, and make his way directly on the dance floor. The sprinkler, the robot, the fist pump— he pulled out every signature move until he sees Tali on the dance floor. Aw, fuck— this was awkward. This was really awkward. 

 The conversation had led to her saying,    “how about this— you pretend you didn’t see me, I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”

 “You’ve got yourself a deal.”    Kaidan nods, grasping onto the closest chair to sturdy himself.    “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back on that dance floor and keep killing that shit.”

[nrmandy-a]

there must be a reason you didn’t tell me about this. ( from my Shepard to your Miranda? )

 It’d been a secret for as long as she could remember— one she’d sworn secrecy to for Oriana’s protection. It’d never been anyone else’s problem to bear but herself, and Miranda had always intended to keep it that way. Then again, she hadn’t intended to wind up on the Normandy alongside Commander Shepard under Cerberus’ rules. Things could never stay perfect forever, and it’s a lesson Miranda is beginning to learn more and more with every passing day. 

 She’d heard the rumors of her father searchings for Oriana. As far as she knew, for the longest time, Oriana had been hidden just outside of the grasp of their father. The walls were beginning to cave in, though— things weren’t as clear as they had always been. Dots were finally beginning to connect and suddenly, the web had been completed and Miranda had received word of the presumed abduction of Oriana orchestrated by their father. Cerberus had been willing to help relocate her, but that simply wasn’t enough. She needed to be there, watching with her own two eyes— she needed to protect her sister. She needed help, though; she couldn’t do this alone. (Not again.)

 Miranda went to the one person she’d wound up trusting in this sea of unpredictability: Alice Shepard. 

“There must be a reason you didn’t tell me about this.”    Shepard’s voice breaks Miranda out of her thoughts, eyes relocating on the ivory top of her desk. 

 “I didn’t tell you because there was no need to tell you at the time. Oriana was safe— now, my father is going to all lengths to find her.”    It’s an answer that nearly shatters her heart; the realization dawning upon her that time is against them. Time is a ticking time bomb.    “I have reasons to believe he’s going to attempt to abduct her— if he succeeds...”   She stops herself from going further, her head shaking. Miranda’s lips press together, nostrils flaring from a long exhale. 

 “Shepard, I need your help. I can’t do this alone. I’ll understand if you believe we can’t spare the time, but— this is my twin. I love her.”

[berleezymoved]

𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝟷 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.    feel free to change pronouns/tenses/anything to suit scenarios, etc.

your captain will be pleased.

i hate that guy.

[name] gave you a compliment… so you hate him?

you have the right to remain silent. i wish to god you’d exercise it.

spectres are trouble.

next time we go out, let’s try not to park in a colony of mutant zombies. just thinking out loud here.

i don’t like having him on board— call me paranoid.

they have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment.

yeah, that is the official story— but only an idiot believes the official story.

so there’s more going on here than the captain’s letting on?

he sounds angry. something must have gone wrong with the mission.

the galaxy can be a very dangerous place.

i figured there was something you weren’t telling us.

there must be a reason you didn’t tell me about this.

the last time humanity made a discovery like this, it jumped our technology forward two hundred years.

obviously, this goes beyond mere human interests.

humans don’t have the best reputation.

you showed a remarkable will to live— a particularly useful talent.

sorry, but there’s no award for most times shot.

why would a turian want a human in the spectres?

i only care that you can do the job.

eden prime will be the first of several missions together.

what do you know about the protheans?

we all owe the protheans a great debt.

why is this beacon so important?

we are under attack! taking heavy casualties— i repeat: heavy casualties!

everything cuts out after that. no comm traffic at all— just goes dead.

this mission just got a lot more complicated.

grab your gear and meet us in the cargo hold.

your team’s the muscle in this operation, [name]. 

what about survivors?

i move faster on my own.

humanity needs a hero, and well, you’re the best we’ve got.

i’ll stand behind you. you’re a damned hero in my books.

and you wonder why i hate politicians.

sneaking up on me like that nearly got you killed!

you’ve made your decision— i won’t waste my breath.

can we trust him?

honestly? this isn’t how i pictured my career coming to an end.

your words are as empty as your feature.

i know how to look after myself, but i appreciate the help. thank you.

you’d kill a thousand innocent civilians to end a war without a second thought.

why is it when someone says ‘with all due respect’, they really mean ‘kiss my ass’?

i can see why this place is so popular. it’s got quite the… view.

surrender, or don’t. that would be more fun.

how about this— you pretend you didn’t see me, i’ll pretend i didn’t see you.

this wasn’t covered in my training manuals.

why do people keep asking you to do something incredibly dangerous for them?

i know we’ll all be court-martialed if this doesn’t work out, but part of me loves this!

you can’t bludgeon your way through bureaucracy. 

just because i like you doesn’t mean i won’t kill you.

your species must know its place.

in case you hadn’t noticed, this whole place is falling apart!

i’m pleased that the imminent destruction of all organic life has improved your career opportunities.

smells like smoke and death.

you the one in charge here?

where’s the rest of your squad?

you couldn’t have done anything to same them.

we could use your help, [name].

it’s time for payback.

describe what happened leading up to the attack.

not sure i’d be able to tell if one was a spectre, anyway.

[nrmandy-a]

IS THIS THING ON

[minthara]

MASS EFFECT 3: LEGENDARY EDITION | (62/?) ↳ saying goodbye to Kasumi

[nrmandy-a]

“everything’s waiting for you.” lukas to miranda omfg

  Omega was a shit-hole. It was the last place she’d like to be, but Commander Shepard had priorities and it wasn’t Miranda’s place to dictate where those priorities should lie. However, if she had her way, they most definitely wouldn’t be here. By now, she presumes Ivy is off speaking to Aria, the leader of this mining station transformed into the dark refugee spot for terrorists, criminals, and all the other scum that didn’t belong on the Citadel. In typical fashion, Miranda would be behind her, following her into whatever battle ensued— Aria wanted to speak alone, though. 

  The watch dog was left to watch, leading to her wandering around the makeshift city. It wasn’t often she received Shore Leave, nor was it unlike her to hop at the availability. More often than not, she preferred being aboard the Normandy behind the door of her office, working on whatever the Illusive Man or Commander Shepard had asked of her; working was her life, exploring was not. Maybe that’s why she finds herself at Omega’s medical clinic and perhaps speaking to the residing doctor at the moment; she expected Mordin Solus, a Salarian, to greet her. Instead, a human stood in his place— she surmised an assistant of his; Omega was dealing with too many health issues for one doctor to simply keep up with the tasks. 

  They speak for a while— simple chit-chat, enough to pique her interest, but where the interest lies, so do boundaries. Miranda’s boundaries are strict; anyone who has spent a moment of time with the woman recognizes that. 

“Everything’s waiting for you.”   The doctor speaks, breaking the boundary she has for herself, earning a huff from her. Everything’s waiting for you; it sounds identical to the saying her father used to say to her, and it nearly makes her want to projectile vomit. She knows these types too well— the slime of the Galaxy, the piece of mold on rotting fruit that you can’t necessarily cut off. She hates these types of people. They’re a waste of her time— this conversation is a waste of her time. 

  And yet, she finds herself snapping back. 

  “Here? On Omega? You sound more like a comedian rather than a doctor.”   She retorts, straightening her posture. Her arms move to cross themselves over her chest, expression falling coy.   “I have everything waiting for me past these walls. I’m perfectly content with my life, unlike yourself— you’re projecting your own feelings onto me.”   

[nrmandy-a]

“you, uh, working again?”  (scott to eleanor)

  If she isn’t talking to Suvi in the pilot bay, she’s in her designed office; a makeshift area right in front of the bathrooms. It’s not a proper area for work, but it’s better than the labs even on the Citadel. She’ll take it. Besides, being in a new galaxy— there’s always something waiting to be uncovered. If she isn’t trying to crack open the frozen soil from Voeld, she’s either helping Cora take care of the array of plants in her room— breaks were a rarity for the blonde, and they were bound to become rarer by her own pettiness. 

When Scott enters her office, she doesn’t dare look in his direction, still angered by their previous interaction.   “You, uh, working again?”   He breaks the silence— the awkwardness is clear, and his voice doesn’t even begin to cut through the tension between them. 

  “If I don’t do it, no one else will. You should know that by now.”   It’s the truth too— if she isn’t providing samples back to the Nexus, none of the botanists want to work; they don’t see the things she sees daily. They don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel like she does. Her head finally pops up from her desk, cerulean hues meeting his. Truth be told, she has nothing to say to him. She’d prefer to continue boiling in the anger she feels rather than have a conversation with him. But, at the end of the day, Scott’s the Pathfinder. She can’t allow a conflict of interest to affect her work. 

  God, where’s Sara when you need her?

  “Why? What’s up?”   A brow is raised, a taunting nature taking place.   “Maybe you’ve got an apology for me, finally.”   She mumbles, shoulders raising in a meek shrug.