I used @princetheirins OC Jonathan Han for this. I hope you don’t mind! I had it halfway finished before Tumblr ate it the first time lmao.
Amelie Ryder strode through the cryo bay doors, scanning the room and smiling when she saw who she was looking for. “Harry!” She called out as she jogged across the room, pulling him into a tight hug before bouncing back. “I heard you had a job for me!”
“Well hello Pathfinder,” he said with a laugh, “as exuberant as ever. I do have something I need your help with, actually. It’s…my assistant. Well, he would’ve been my assistant. He’s a field medic. Name’s Jonathan Han. Look, Ryder, he’s like a son to me, and I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. He’s on Kadara. He’s a good kid, he’s got too much heart, and the last place he should really be is Kadara. I was wondering…if maybe you’d consider making some space for him on the Tempest.”
Amelie grinned. “Of course! We have some stuff we have to take care of on Kadara anyway, so it won’t be out of our way or anything. It would be nice to have a medic out there with me too, you know I have a bad habit of dying. Is he cute?” She laughed at the look on Harry’s face before waving and heading towards the door, “I’ll give him a kiss for you!”
Harry rubbed his forehead. That woman would be the death of him.
Amelie blasted through the mercs, tearing a hole in their line a mile wide. When Harry had said “find Jonathan Han” she hadn’t thought he meant “comb every inch of goddamn Kadara”. But apparently he’d gone out on a mission to help gather information against Sloane and her drug operation - which is exactly what she needed in this mess. Swinging her sword she cut through an asari with a blaster aimed at her head, Vetra taking down another from 100 yards back. By the time her team was done, there was one man left with a bullet in his leg and a gash on his head.
“So,” she said as she flipped her blue hair over her shoulder, “ we can do this the easy way where you tell me where Jonathan Han is or I can break every bone from your toes to your neck. Your choice.” The man’s breath was wheezing out of him as he flicked his eyes to Amelie and her companions. A turian and one of those damn Angara - he’d get no mercy here.
“Got him locked up in the bunker, you bitch. He was supposed to be treating Jefferson for the burns he got from the damn water…you know, Sloane is gonna peel your skin off when she hears about this. I can’t wait to hear you scr-”
Amelie smiled, and brought her sword down on him. “Good thing you’re not going to tell her then, huh?” She whipped her head around, “Vetra? Can you help me get that door open?”
“Already on it, boss. With SAM’s help it should be open in a sec.”
“Thanks Vetra.” The door slid open, revealing a trail of blood and rags. Amelie raised her eyebrow and grinned, “guess we follow the blood, huh?”
She slid around the corner, only to come face to fist with a man wielding a metal pipe - who nearly took her damn head off. If she hadn’t been shielding with her biotics, her skull would’ve cracked like an egg. The first thing she noticed was the body laying against the far wall - dead, SAM confirmed. Then Amelie turned her head to the man who’d tried to brain her, and all thought went to one thing.
Wow. He IS cute.
“Uhhh, you can put the pipe down. Jonathan Han?”
“Just Jon. And yeah…who are you?”
“I’m Amelie Ryder, the Pathfinder. Harry Carlyle sent me. We have a lot to discuss, but…um, could you put the pipe down? I have a job proposition for you - one that involves me keeping my head, actually."
Jonathan Han -- He's cute! He also is really funny and nice. He's very friendly and easy to get along with. He can brighten up anyone's day and can be trusted, too.
concept design. post apocalyptic/zombie world version of myself. twin energized axes and a bandolier of smoke grenades. a member of a gang of assholes that preys on other humans for resources because zombies pose no threat to them. gang rides around mad max style on a fuel tanker.
