#biodread

[cryochronism]

@biodread

❝Beck - a moment of your time, please.❞ A brief sweep of their surroundings, and Shepard sets to leaning against the wall with arms crossed. This isn’t her first time doing these sort of check-ins with crew. A requirement, an expectation of the mantle of leadership for CO’s, really.  Doesn’t make it any easier, even with planned phrases, expectations, the proverbial mental bumper gates clicking into place.  ❝I’ve been asked to go to Pragia by one of the crew.❞ It’s no mystery who Shepard’s referring to. ❝That crew member intends to see the base destroyed. I realize that may be... conflicting, given your own experiences there. I figured it's best to check in with you first, gather your opinion, thoughts on this.❞

[cryochronism]

@biodread 

For a time, the mobile platform remains utterly still as they approach the perimeter of the jungle. But then there’s a low hum, a series of clicks as they confer amongst themselves before turning to face the other. They have had little opportunities for data exchange with this organic when Shepard assigned teams, but welcome the opportunity and information that may present itself from communication. 

Their assignment holds logic; Legion to perform the usual infiltration and system dismantling to enter the facility, and Beck to provide biotic support once they begin to disable the security systems in place. Once disabled, a distraction initiated to draw potential forces away from Shepard’s squad.

Lawson-Operative had referred to them as ‘red herrings’ for the mission. An acceptable analogy; one that correctly conveys the inherent risk in their mission parameters.

❝You display signs of apprehension.❞ Legion observes as they carve a path through dense jungle. Thick leaves wet with condensation peel away from their form. The chittering noise of the fauna masks their approach. ❝We wish to inquire the potential causes to better understand and achieve optimal cohesion.❞