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Legion came through on the comm just as Garrus walked up.

"There are numerous variables to consider. We agree with Kasumi Goto, however. Evidence that Shepard-Commander was present and with another human is preferable to an absence of such. It narrows our search parameters and raises several additional questions."

Kasumi pointed a finger at Joker, "Hah! You heard it straight from the walking computer. It's only logical." Turning towards Garrus, Kasumi answered. "No, the ground team is making easy work of some mechs."

Then Thane's discovery came through.

“Normandy, did you get that?”

The thief whispered to Joker, "You should probably get that."

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With supporting fire from Miranda and Zaeed, it pressed onwards, sweeping out the remainder of the mechs with relative ease and practised efficiency. No more turned up, but Legion stayed vigilant, unaffected by physical or mental exhaustion. It suspected the insentient enemies would have no effect on trained soldiers like Zaeed or Miranda, either.

Their focus paid off when the trio entered a darkened room at the rear end of the ship; two more FENRIS mechs were waiting. An overload from Miranda took care of their shields, leaving them vulnerable to Legion and Zaeed's weapons. At last, Legion collapsed its rifle and raised its omnitool.

"We have arrived at the cargo hold," it announced over the comm. Stepping around the pile of broken machinery, it started a slow scan of the floor and walls. Its omnitool blipped behind a crate and Legion stooped over in the corner, waving its hand closer to the floor.

"Skin cells and head fibres." It tapped a few keys on its 'tool. "Two subjects, both human. DNA matches that of Shepard-Commander. There is a high probability that the other belongs to Frank Castro." It stood and returned to Miranda and Zaeed, its pulse rifle ready. "Examination of the ship's registration and recent communications will illuminate."

#robo writing #location: abandoned ship #plot: the kidnapping #k-rios #liaratssoni #urdnotwrexthings #meroleplay #merp

Legion stayed out of reach of Wrex - about a good arm's length and a half, at least. Not that it mattered when the krogan had biotics to utilize, but it helped put Legion at ease. A straight-up biotic attack would be less cumbersome than a physical strike combined with biotics. It preferred not to consider self-defense alternatives, but it hadn't come this far only to become synthetic paste on the floor via Shepard-Commander's old, red, and angry friend.

Its eye followed Wrex from the airlock, waiting until he was completely obscured before stepping off to the side near Zaeed, replacing the rifle in its hands with the weight of the M-98 Widow. It paid no mind to Miranda and Thane's personal dispute, its primary concern the task ahead.

#Robo writing #Location: Normandy #but almost the abandoned ship #k-rios #puellaeperfectum #urdnotwrexthings #zaeedwantsavolusplush

Thane walked out into the main hallway of the Crew Deck as the sharp scent of peppers and eggs wafted through the air, mingled with the buttery musk of bacon. The smells of human breakfasts were infamous for their potency, their homely comfort, and he'd come to appreciate them during his time on the Normandy. Though bacon was not his first choice of meal in the morning, the smell of it winding through the air, all pepper and warmth, meant a gathering of people, however temporarily. In those moments where Breakfast Was Served, Thane would see the whole crew milling out, chatting briefly, starting their day over mugs of steaming coffee. Jam and toast never saw spirited debates or discussions of philosophy, but the simple act of morning-time small talk gave the ruthlessly efficient Cerberus crew a chance to connect like the humans they were. And, for the other races on board, it was an interesting glance into the lives of humans; breakfast was not so sacred a ritual for many non-humans, certainly not the hanar or drell. Meals were eaten when hunger struck, with no pre-determined "right" or "wrong" foods.

These thoughts carried Thane over into the mess, where clinking plates and mumbled voices merged with the ever-present hum of the engines. It was quite crowded, though it was possible that this was later in the morning than Thane was used to seeing it. He leaned against a far wall, waiting for an opening in the bustling space and a chance at sustenance; morning exercise always left him quite hungry. The air here was tense, crackling with a sort of foreboding Thane hadn't felt on this ship since Horizon. He listened intently to the conversations around him and soon understood why: Shepard was gone.

Arms crossed, brow furrowed, Thane wracked his memory for any clue as to where or why that was. There'd been a man with a ponytail and a very drunk Shepard, at the bar; but even compromised by alcohol, their Commander wouldn't allow herself to be away from her squad and ship for so long. For more information––and for some of those eggs––Thane stood silent, waiting and listening.

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OOC: An Introduction

Hi everybody! It's INTRO TIME hello

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Searing pain grabbed hold of Thane's muscles as he drew his back down, then up, then back down again. His chest ached with the fevered realization that it could not draw the breath it needed, his lungs protesting with every sit-up. But he endured. If morning exercise was all that was needed to stop him, he didn't stand a chance against husks, geth, mercenaries, and all manner of deadly things the galaxy saw fit to throw at them. Besides, Dr. Chakwas had warned him to stay active. An idle body is a defenseless one; a lesson he'd learned many times.

The smell of coffee wafted out from the mess hall, a sharp, bitter aroma. The hanar back on Kahje tended to prefer tea, if they indulged in human drinks at all. Caffeine––a chemical required to sustain human life, it seemed––was a dehydrating agent, and thus frowned upon by the aquatic race. He had only tried it once, himself.

"Krios," she says, blue face alight with a smile.

"Hm?" I am curious. In the dim neon light of Bachjret Ward, Alisa's grin is shadowed, enigmatic.

"You say you've never tried coffee before?"

I nod. She hands me a paper mug, grainy and hot to the touch. It smells of charcoal and sugar, pungent and acidic and angry. I frown at her.

"And you want me to drink this?"

"Humans drink it all the time, Krios."

"I'm not a human."

Alisa's eyes are ice as she shrugs, glances to the side. "Then don't. I'll take it if you don't want it. Shit's good."

I lift the plastic lid to my lips, think a moment, then sip. Searing heat burns my tongue. The bitter liquid tastes the way it smells, like sweetened, wakeful anger. My distaste is visible; Alisa laughs and takes the mug. "And now you've tried coffee," she says.

The memory caught Thane off guard, of a time some twenty years ago, of a place he hadn't been since. He didn't have many friends during that time, but Alisa T'Mori was one of the few. Though they were closer to business associates than friends, she introduced him to all the galactic vices he'd been sheltered from growing up––the Compact didn't allow time for what humans and asari saw as "adolesence".

As the sounds of a waking ship filtered through the hydraulic door of Life Support, Thane wondered idly where Alisa and her band of mercenaries had ended up. Anderson's party reminded him of what it was so easy to forget on the Normandy: the galaxy kept turning. People lived their lives with no thought of geth incursions or Reaper attacks or Commander Shepard. Ilos was just another planet moving around just another star in the sky. And as the Normandy sat in the Citadel's dock, as the crew of a ship awaited their captain, the star-studded arms of the Milky Way spun on.

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