#cmdrmarioshepard

[actoranheis-blog]

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[ghalaeosageth-blog]

*TEXT MESSAGE* It has been long time since I heard, even more seen you Ghalaeosa. I am still worried about you. Still feeling responsible for what happen to you. And even worse, I don't even know what exactly happen. I only know, you got hurt badly. And it is me to blame. I don't know can I make up for it, let alone how. And even if I knew, would you accept my help? And if it's possible, to at least apology in person for my sins done to you. I owe you more then that. I hope you are better now.

Geth didn’t get bad intuitive feelings about things—the closest they got were logical deductions that made it apparent something was missing. But there was nothing to deduce about a ping on its omnitool, and it couldn’t have a “bad feeling about it” otherwise, therefore it no reason to brace itself.

Its processes seized up so suddenly at the name of the sender of this latest message that it nearly dropped offline then and there. In its surprise, it neglected to hide this from the network, so it immediately had over a dozen worried Geth pinging it for an explanation. It vaguely “heard” Dizzy say it was going to tell Jesi, but couldn’t gather its mind enough to insist it not, that they shouldn’t be so worried, it was fine.

Just fine.

It was several minutes before it gathered itself enough to actually look at the message. Its hands were shaking—it could feel the electrical shockwaves from those wires, trailing up its arms, muscles clenching, but distantly reminded itself that it was imagining things; its processes were conjuring phantom feelings inexplicably. It would have to report this malfunction to Buzz, but for now…

It clicked “read”.

For a moment, the words on the screen rearranged themselves into twisted memories—fucking idiot you were so professional don’t tell me you actually—but it squeezed its optic shut. When it reopened it, the words had straightened themselves out. It logged the dozen or so error reports screaming in the back of its mind and went about reading the message.

It didn’t know what to think. Frankly, it could barely process this. Ghala still mostly repressed what had happened with Mario, so a part of its mind played stupid—Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault, nothing happened between us!—but the other part…

Before that part could take hold, Ghala closed the message, sent it to archives so it wouldn’t have to see it, logged out of its omnitool and curled in on itself on the couch as its processes threw fits in the form of bits of half-formed data and chunks of unprocessed emotional reactions it couldn’t force itself to acknowledge. Its network was understandably worried, but Ghala just couldn’t face this now. Not yet.

[vasfishbowl-blog]

cmdrmarioshepard said:

Excuse me? *he didn't like what he said about his uniform, but decides to quickly drop it* At least no damage is done, sir...?

"Do not worry i'm fine" why a guy from the Alliance would want to talk to him, some of these guy where xenophobic despite their alignment

[vasfishbowl-blog]

*bumps into you* Oh, sorry sir.

geez it's fine just watch out where you go... Alliance clothes maybe a little too fancy for where you are sir

[bakaraofurdnot]

It honors me to meet you again, Urdnot Bakara.

The honour is mutual, Commander.

[elementnought-blog]

You have weird anons. Though, at least you have them.

Yup.

[elementnought-blog]

Don't worry. You terrifying and sexy.

[ghalaeosageth-blog]

Ghala, would you mind to help me in my "official business" at Rio Hotel? *Mario winks, since it is a signal for them to meet up at that 5 star hotel for some love, again*

Ghala flinched at its name; it had grown unused to hearing it, as others only called it 'geth' or--in keeping with the reputation it had developed here at Purgatory--'toy'. It spun around, holding its hood up so it didn't blow it off, to see one Shepard, Commander, Mario. If it had the capacity for sufficient expression, it would have winced at the subtle 'confidential' marker on his file.

Instead, it only hesitated a moment before inclining its head respectfully. It processed his request, then clapped its hands together--the only expression of its excitement of which it was capable. "Acknowledged."

It glanced around once more to ensure no one was watching them--or recognized them--before walking side-by-side with Shepard out of the club and towards the hotel.