Second Human Spectre

"Huh. Nobody died." (Revamped) Independent RP Blog for Ashley Williams. Old blog can be found here.

[quietparagon-deactivated2016120]

secondhumanspectre

“That– That was not my fault…”

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“You sure about that, ma’am?”

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ltcortez:

This honest-to-God soldier might have something to share with the other. It requires a guarantee of confidentiality first.

This better not be a bribe. 

[dontpissyourdrawers]

“Really? Could’ve sworn ya looked like this last time I saw ya.”

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“Look, unless you’ve got something important to say, how about you go start your little pissing contest somewhere else?”

[spectrewolf]

“Do I wanna know what kinda schnapps y’been drinkin’, Williams?” she asked suspiciously, squinting slightly before snorting softly, shaking her head. 

Barked laughter escaped before she could help herself.

“Y’think yer so clever,” she said. She ran a hand through her hair before tapping at one of the larger glowing scars. “I’d almost say I’m a natural cheater.”

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“The crap kind, apparently.” She meets the squint with a dead stare of her own, yet faint creases formed at the corners of her mouth. 

“Hey, you said it, not me.” Up goes her hands, palms out and placating until a sly grin forms. “That’s too bad, huh? All that fancy tech and you’re still going to get your ass handed to you. Commander.”

[ofparagonheart]

  Moving quicker than her feet give her credit for, the Commander clears the last of the steps by jumping down from the last four, bending at the knees to absorb the impact before jogging to catch up to the Lieutenant-Commander.

   “What do we –”

Shepard falls quiet when she sees what Ashley’s warned her about, and while she continues to move, she swaps her snipe rifle for the assault rifle sheathed on her left shoulder. 

     “Flank it, Williams! I’ll keep the frontal assault coming!”

She runs up into acceptable cover, rolling into a spot before quickly rising. A spray of cover fire sounds, taking aim with intent to empty the heat sink to give Ashley enough time.

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It never gets any easier, fighting things like Praetorians. Scions, too--she remembers those bastards all too well from Horizon. Ash’s mouth is set in a flat line as she moves close, finger keeping an inch buffer between the trigger while dark eyes study the best path to take. The damned monstrosity (easier to call it that, than think about who they used to be) is all but hounding Shepard. She needed a distraction, and she needed it fast.

Williams ducks into cover behind a bulkhead, lines her shot, and fires. 

The impact is loud, with enough concussion behind the punch to knock the Praetorian off balance. Its barriers flicker once, twice, then wink out of existence. Almost immediately does the Reaper husk scramble upright again, then turn to Williams. 

                                 “Skipper, now, while its barriers are down!”

[scldiergirl-deactivated20150926]

    MY HEAD IS B L O O D Y,                                                               BUT U N B O W E D. 

[ofmouldedclay-archive-deactivat]

               “Ash!”

Since when was she so lightfooted? Since when was he so easy to sneak up on? The Commander gave a sigh before his hands lowered to his sides, the blue crackle of biotics with them.

               “You scared the Hell out of me.”

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  There’s something to be said about the Commander--savior   of the Citadel, destroyer of the Collector homeworld, and   spearhead of the war against Reapers--being startled by her   of all people. Then again, it helps, being out of her clunky, noisy   armor. 

              “If I didn’t know any better, sir, I’d say you were slipping.”

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Go ahead. Feel my muscle. 

[bioticus]

can’t hear u over all the nerd sounds ur making.

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shut up.

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bioticus:

rude. i only talked cause you started it.

huh. sounds exactly like something a nerd would say.

[dontpissyourdrawers]

“Well don’t you look like shit.”

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“That’s cute. Least I got an excuse for how I look, buddy.”

[ltcortez]

I’ve been here all shift so whatever happened, I didn’t do it.

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That so? Guess that makes us two, honest-to-God soldiers doing their jobs to the letter. 

[karalorade-databank-deactivated]

[Raises her hands in a placatory gesture]

No judgement here, Ash’ika. This could be a good opportunity for you start. And you got me as guide so if it goes tits up it won’t be as bad. 

[Laughs]

I guess that means Tuchanka is out of the question. New Mandalore might be a safer bet. If you were ever interested. Y’know I’m always itching for an excuse to lose the suit and head off into the wild.

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Huh. Tuchanka. Not sure there’d be much to hunt there except--you know--varren and those pyjaks. Or maws, but if you ask me I can’t say I have an appetite for any of those; especially after seeing one eat a damned Reaper. What’s the game like on New Mandalore?

Pfft. Don’t tell me you’re getting fed up rubbing shoulders with the other bigwigs on the Citadel, now. 

[spectrewolf]

“Excuse you, they’re very good schnapps thank you very much!” she said, sniffing indignantly. Her face softened and she could’t help but laugh, shoulders shaking. “Heh, relax LC. I was playing. Hmmm… Settle a score huh? Sure. Though I don’t think it’s all that fair, we know who is gonna win.”

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“Yeah, sure, if you want to get a sugar-induced headache. Think I’ll pass on that, ma’am.” Her mouth splits into a grin, poorly hidden at Shepard’s playful indignation. 

“Aww, Skipper. Have a little self-confidence--I’m sure you’ll make an admirable effort.”

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ofparagonheart:

“Forgive me for my manners.”

A chuckle comes across as she finally makes the shot, a long distance target aimed directly to the maurader’s head, blood and rotted flesh spattering. Shepard shifts again, firing another quick scoped shot at a husk. She is known for her dead aim, after all.

 The sound of the grenade clears out the enemies that had gathered on Williams’ position, and Shepard quickly clears the set of stairs from her ‘perch’. “I’m on your six. Take point, LC.”

With a significant chunk of opposition now cut down, Ashley advances; body crouched and eyes alert before rolling into some cover behind a planter. It’s just as she hunkers down that her motion sensors ping. Oncoming forces approaching her twelve, and a single, large dot moving in to flank the commander.

Ashley looks, and it’s as if a ball of lead dropped in her stomach at the sight of a Praetorian. 

                                    “Shepard, get moving!” 

[archivedexsovietspy-deactivated]

“What have you gotten yourself into?”

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“You mean aside from trying to fight a bunch of overgrown bugs from destroying the galaxy? Huh--Well. Had to help the commander fight off their clone. Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?” 

[ltcortez]

Ma’am.

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Sir.