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[tali-vas-normandy-blog]

Legion does some moves while wearing a hoodie...I cant even.

[tali-vas-normandy-blog]

Three Talis, one Legion, One Thane, One Shepard

You guys are missing out on an orgy on skype.

[shepardcmdr]

Commander Shepard signing on

Lots of messages to go through, I'll get to everyone in time.  

But I'm here if you need me.

[shepardcmdr]

Snooooowww <3333 :)

"Heads up!" Hannah shouted to her daughter as the well formed snowball flew past the young girl's head.  Hannah stood on the front porch, videotaping the war between her husband and their daughter, offering assistance to the young girl when she could.  It was one of the few vacations they'd been able to take as a family, and they'd been lucky enough to book a trip to a planet with snow.

Kaylin was seven; not much more than a mess of long red hair and a face that was dusted with freckles and curiosity.  She giggled madly as she dropped to her knees and scooped snow into a little pile, then packed it between her hands.  It wasn't as big or powerful as her father's would be, but it was a snowball nonetheless, and she was damn proud of it.

"I'm gonna get you, daddy!" she yelled from behind the tree.  Her father was hiding behind their rented vehicle, and she knew that if her mother could get his attention, she could get the jump on him.  She turned to her mother and pointed to the front of the car and whispered (loudly), "You distract daddy!  I'm going to sneak up on him."

The camera moved up and down as Hannah nodded and began to move towards James, focus switching to the man crouched next to the snow-covered shuttle.  He turned towards her and put a finger to his lips just as Kaylin came around the corner behind him and hit him right in the back of the head with a perfectly aimed snowball.  A loud laugh of triumph escaped her as her father let out a groan and fell to the ground. 

She walked over to him and kneeled beside him, looking down at him and then up to her mother.  "I won, mom!  I killed him!"

"You sure did, Kay," her mother reassured her.  

Kaylin looked down at her father who was unmoving on the ground.  She pushed against his arm, trying to get him to move or sit up.  "Daddy, come on!"  She lightly patted his face and tried to pry his eyes open with her fingers.  When neither of those foolproof tactics produced the results she expected, she looked up at her mother, confused. 

"You killed him, Kay.  He's dead," her mother explained from behind the camera. 

"No!  It was pretend!"  She looked back down at her father.  "Daddy, you're not really dead, I was just pretending!"  She pushed a couple more times on his chest, and when he still didn't move. The look on her face suddenly changed from confused to frightened and she looked up at her mother, terrified little eyes looking straight into the video camera. 

"Graaaah, I'm a zombie!" her father cried out as he finally opened his eyes and sat up, wrapping both his arms around her and making exaggerated growling noises.

"That's not funny, daddy!"  Kaylin pulled away from him and then one tiny fist socked him hard on the shoulder. "You're not allowed to die."

Shepard sat on the couch with her knees drawn against her chest.  In one hand she held a near-empty glass of wine and the other held a holopad, projecting a time long past.

"And you're not allowed to be a zombie," she continued.  Her tone was severe, but she immediately dove against his chest and tucked her face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, Kaylin," her father replied, resting his hand on the back of her head and burying his nose in her hair.  "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Shepard paused the image and set the holopad down on the couch next to her as she finished off the last of the wine.  She sat looking at the picture of herself and her father, frozen in time.  Her hand absently reached out, as if she was trying to touch her father's face.  But her fingers met nothing besides the empty air of the cabin, and she withdrew her hand only to reach for the bottle of wine. 

[shepardcmdr]

Ares~

(Our characters get into a fight.)(Note: I couldn't think of much they would fight about outside of their canon disagreements, so this is more a half-assed argument than an actual fight.  I hope it's okay!!)  

"It's not functional, Legion.  You have a gaping hole in the torso of your unit- it needs to be repaired."  Shepard held out a fresh chest plate to the Geth; one that they'd pulled from one of the many geth that they'd defeated earlier in the day.  They'd pulled a couple of them on board for salvage and Tali's further research.  Shepard had seen the in-tact plating and had requested that it be removed for Legion's use. 

"Structural integrity and performance are not impacted by the hole," Legion replied.  "We do not see the point in altering our platform when there are no issues with our current build."

"Your platform has a hole."

"It does not impact structural integrity or performance," Legion repeated.  "This unit functions at 100% efficiency.  When that number changes, we will consider repairs to the platform."

Shepard set the chest plate down and crossed her arms, eyeing him suspiciously.  "Why are you so hesitant to change out the N7 armor?"

Legion was silent for a few moments.  Its optics flickered and its plating seemed to twitch ever so slightly, as if it was trying to decide how to answer her inquiry.  "Data not available."

She sighed and motioned to the chest plate on the nearby table.  "Whatever, it's there if you decide you want to use it.  No use arguing with geth that has made up its minds."  She turned and began to walk away. 

"Acknowledged."  Legion moved its hand and smoothed its robotic fingers over the pristine plating that Shepard had set down beside it.  They understood that this was what organics would constitute as a gift, and realized that this was the first time that they'd received any sort of gift from an organic.  "Thank you, Shepard-Commander."

Shepard stopped and turned back towards Legion, then nodded and walked out of the room. 

[shepardcmdr]

Commander Shepard, signing off. 

Will resume communication approx. 1200 hours EST.

[shepardcmdr]

Serenade~~~~ >w>

Shepard was drunk. 

Not tipsy. Not slightly intoxicated. She was balls to the wall, falling over herself, pissed. She could barely speak, her words so slurred that they were nearly impossible to decipher. But that didn’t stop her from thinking that it would be a good idea- no, a great idea- to sing to her crew. She’d asked EDI to find appropriate songs for each team mate as she went from room to room and sang to them. 

Some of them were easier to find songs for; EDI didn’t have to go back farther than a few years. For Joker, she’d picked a song by his favorite band, and within seconds the cockpit had filled with Shepard’s attempts at death-metal screaming. For Mordin she’d chosen an aria from an old Salarian Opera, and both parties had been impressed when the Commander knew nearly every word … in the Salarian native tongue.

When Kaylin finally found Legion, EDI had been struggling to find the appropriate song for them. She’d gone back fifty years … one hundred years … one hundred and fifty years … then finally settled on a song that seemed fitting. 

As Shepard walked into the Port Cargo Hold where Legion was helping with inventory, music suddenly filled the room. 

“Domo Arigato, Mister Roboto—”

“Shepard-Commander…?” Legion began to question, but was cut off by Shepard’s own questioning. 

“EDI, what the hell is this?” She asked with a slight look of disgust on her face. 

“Apologies, Shepard. This was the only song that I could find.”

Shepard stood and listened to the song for a few moments, then shrugged and began to shimmy a bit to the music.

“I was going to sing to you but I don’t know this song, Legion,” she explained. 

The geth stood, unmoving, and seemed to watch the Commander as she displayed her token awkwardly-executed dance moves. Eventually, by the third verse, Shepard figured she knew enough to sing along with most of the chorus.

Luckily for Legion, and quite frankly- everyone in the surrounding area- the doors to the Cargo Hold slid open right before the Chorus hit.  Garrus walked in and sighed heavily, crossing the room to Kaylin in only a few long strides. 

“There you are,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.  “I thought you said you were going to sleep?”

“Garrus!” She replied, wrapping her arm around the turian’s waist.  “I am! I mean, I was.  But then I stopped in to see Joker and then I had to sing for him, and Mordin—”

“Yeah, I’ll have to remind you to apologize in the morning,” he said with a roll of his eyes.  

“Hey!”

His arm moved around her waist and he gingerly herded her towards the door.  “Come on,” he urged.  "Let's go upstairs ..."

“But- I’m not done singing for Legion!”

“I’m sure Legion will survive.”

“But I’m having fun!”  

Legion stood, silently, looking back and forth between the turian and human. 

“You know what else is fun?  Sleeping.  In your bed.”

“There are other ways to have fun in bed,” Kaylin replied, shaking her hips and waggling her eyebrows at Garrus. 

“Spirits, you’re impossible.  Let’s just get you out of here.”  He lifted her off her feet, holding her in his arms and walking towards the elevator. 

“Bye Legion!” Kaylin called out behind her, waving at him.

“Goodbye, Shepard-Commander,” Legion said in response.  The geth stood all alone in the Cargo Bay once more.  It found itself trying and failing to process what just occurred.  “EDI?” It questioned.

“Yes, Legion?”

“Is Shepard-Commander sick?”

“Without a doubt.”

Legion stood for another moment, processing this information.  “Acknowledged.”

It turned and went back to cataloguing weapon mods.