Nov 7, 2022
N7 Month 2022 - Day 7: Free Space - Biotics
"The leader of these mercenaries is in the next room. I shall toss Wasea about like a rag doll! I will tear her apart. My biotics are unstoppable!"
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N7 Month 2022 - Day 7: Free Space - Biotics
"The leader of these mercenaries is in the next room. I shall toss Wasea about like a rag doll! I will tear her apart. My biotics are unstoppable!"
Confession: I want Wasea to fuck me. I want her to dominate her. Let me be her good girl. Wasea is so hot and sexy and powerful.
put in the tags which mass effect minor npc you‘re obsessed with
CONFESSION:
Wasea's name makes me think of wasabi, but she's not that hot. Or green.
Captain Wasea
“Everything’s gone to hell since we smuggled that filthy creature off-world. First a justicar shows up, and now you.”
In Pursuit of the Truth (Excerpt 2)
The second shot.
"Down!"
The collision.
The explosion.
The world around them exploded in a range of sound and colour. White, yellow, and red bloomed in violent bursts above, while the ground shook with heavy shockwaves below.
She fell against something smooth and rigid while the rest of the world rained down over her. Ears that had just clearly heard a gunshot were subjected to the worst of what silence had to offer. Sound fell away and left her with a shrill ringing.
The floor was falling.
She was falling.
Someone was with her, holding onto her.
Everything stopped.
Water dripped from somewhere above. Rhythmic droplets landed on her forehead and slowly made cool tracks through the ridges of her scalp. For the first few moments that she was aware of this, Wasea simply lay there. The vibrant colours from before had dissolved into blissful darkness. The shrill ringing in her ears had gone. She could hear the water as it fell, as well as her own breathing.
A muscle spasmed, and it finally forced her to move. The seals of her armor that had kept her arm balanced were gone. and her shoulder was exposed. It had been the source of the muscle tick. Moving it, she realized that it wasn't only the shoulderguard that was gone. Half of her chestplate had cracked and was hanging loosely from its frame.
Testing her luck, Wasea moved her left arm and reached for the clamps that held the chestplate together. Her movements were slow, and she went at it from memory with the lack of light. Finding them, she released them, and the chestplate fell away. Only then did she realize that she found it easier to breathe.
"You're awake."
The voice was sharp, a stark contrast to the silence.
It was familiar.
It was hers.
"Detective." Her own was stronger than she expected. "Where-"
"Hang on." The dim, orange, glow of an omni tool illuminated their surroundings. They were maybe a meter apart, if that. The surrounding walls looked aged but steady. They were in a corridor. Rubble from above was scattered around. When Wasea's eyes adjusted, she could see the path that had been their means of descent.
"There." Small, dim, but equally spread lights illuminated the corridor, as Anaya deactivated her omni tool. "Emergency lighting should stay on indefinitely." She shifted from where she had been sitting to get a better look at her companion. "How are you feeling? You've been out for nearly an hour."
"Better than you look." Wasea managed to sit up and shake off the chestplate completely. "Damn-" She swore as that same shoulder hitched slightly.
"Really?" Anaya crossed battered and bruised arms as she observed. "You look like you just sent through a warzone, and you still manage to crack wise?"
"Even if it is the adrenaline, you still look worse than I feel." Wasea shook out her left shoulder. When she heard a crack and felt the joint fall back into place, she bit down to suppress a groan.
"Sure about that?"
"Positive." Wasea examined her left arm carefully before running a check on her armor with her omni tool. Even it was damaged, but it worked well enough to tell her that her armor was ruined. "At least I don't look like I lost a bet with a set of blade armor."
"No, you just look like yours took a few choice shots with a spike thrower." Anaya retorted. That earned her a short laugh.
"You say I was out for nearly an hour?" Wasea carefully started releasing the seals manually, so that her armor fell away and added to the jumble of wreckage and water on the floor.
"Yeah. Nearly as long as we've been down here." Anaya shouldered a large piece of stone that had fallen down with them and began to move it. "I just woke up twenty minutes ago."
"I take it we're in one of those maintenance corridors you mentioned."
"Yeah. These used to house the cooling lines that kept the condensers from overheating." Anaya managed to shift the stone a bit before falling back against the wall. "Finally..." She let her shoulders drop slightly. "Was losing circulation in that leg."
"You're bleeding." At first it had just looked like a dark spot against the detective's torn uniform shirt, but the light that had been hidden under the shifted rock revealed a glossy sheen.
"It's fine, managed to stop it a few minutes ago-"
"The hell." Wasea moved closer and placed her hand against the wound. It was warm and still open. The contact caused the detective to look up sharply. Nodding, Wasea reached back with her free hand and tore one of the medigel dispensers free from her armor and activated it manually. She then removed the torn glove from that same hand and pressed it against the newly treated wound. "Good work with those." She motioned to a few long abrasions along Anaya's exposed arms. "They're starting to knit already."
"Thanks." The other offered then. "They were well worth it."
"You think so, do you?"
"Better a few scratches than you getting a bullet between the eyes."
"Good to know that it only took an explosion to knock off the chill." Wasea commented dryly. It resulted in an eye roll and a half smile from Anaya.
"Seriously." She pressed on. "I heard what you told Elnora about that other young asari you used to know."
"Who said I was being truthful?" Wasea chose that moment to look away. Anaya didn't let that go unnoticed.
"I've observed you long enough to know when you're being truthful and when you're bullshitting."
"Oh you have, have you?"
"I'd like to think so."
"And if I told you I was playing her?"
"I'd know you were bullshitting."
"So sure of yourself, Detective."
"Maybe." Anaya's eyes traveled down to where the other asari's hand remained against her skin. "Sure enough that I can see you're having a sentimental moment." At Wasea's raised brow, she reached out and covered the other's hand with her own. "Could have let go already."
"No," Wasea looked her in the eye then. "I couldn't."
"Is that so?"
"Couldn't be responsible for the death of a cop in a pit like this." Wasea's words and the way in which she said them were chosen with care; her voice lessening in volume but gaining in substance. "I'm in over my head as it is. I don't need more trouble."
"Too bad." Ahaya muttered as she leaned forward and deftly closed the distance between them. Brief though the encounter was, she felt the other asari's hand close around her shoulder to hold her in place. When their lips parted, their foreheads were pressed together briefly, and Anaya finished her thought while the other woman's silence was her ally.
"You've found it.
TBC
ADJVWEJRJ Captain Wasea here looks like she just came across a callout post about her on galactic tumblr
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