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[paragonchose]

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇  ⇢ @sbjctzero​​

          𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨. something in the air always seems to stick beneath her skin when shepard’s forced to make a visit, wraps around her bones until nothing but a burning shower can scrape it away. it reminds her too much of earth, of dirty alleys and the sickening pulse of neon. she suspects that she wears her disdain too openly, looks painfully out of place, but the woman beside her? she walks like she owns this whole fucking place. 

        “if i didn’t know better,” shepard slides her gaze towards jack, a dark brow arching ever so slightly, “i might think you’re enjoying yourself, jack. you ever been to omega before?”

[synthmama]

@sbjctzero​ || starter call.

Shaun was too young for Grissom Academy, but had it not fallen, he very well could have joined its ranks. Twelve years old now, his abilities began to manifest after the Citadel invasion by Sovereign’s own; the subsequent destruction leading to a disbursement of eezo into atmo. His second exposure, or so the docs say. 

And now he’s gone. As quiet as can be, like he was never even there, but his coats still hang by the door and his shoes still sit on the rack. It was desperation that led her to a private eye. It was desperation continued that led them to message one of the few people still around that might have an idea on where to narrow the search.

To: Nought, Jack From: Ambassador Espinosa, Q Subject: [ENCRYPT] Abducted Biotics

I know it might take you a while to get this with your current groundside attachments with the Alliance. But when you dock at the Citadel, if you have a moment, I’d appreciate it. I don’t think Grissom Academy was the only target by Cerberus -- just the most notable. Name a time and place and I’ll be there. 

Sincerely, Quinn Espinosa Ambassador of Attican Traverse Human Colonial Office

[objctive]

              the airport was beyond CROWDED. bodies packed tightly around the never ending merry-go-round of the luggage belts. suitcases were being spit out in a spray of colors and patterns. aaron had only been with the seattle field office for a few months and this would be his first solo assignment. protective detail,  a young model was recently receiving some alarming communications through various mediums. the letters had all been postmarked from different states - which made it a FEDERAL matter. forensics had matched them to letters found in the apartment of a missing woman from los angeles. she’d also been working as a model prior to her disappearance.               the file on his charge had been slim, but it was clear someone with means wanted to ensure this woman was PROTECTED. she’s not easy to miss, even in the sea of bodies, she stands out. hotch stays near the exit and watches her approach, scanning the crowd around her for anyone too focused on the young beauty. a polite smile is offered as he inserts himself into her trajectory, ❝you must be jacqueline, it’s a pleasure. aaron hotchner, your driver.❞ he adds a bit of extra EMPHASIS to driver. he wasn’t interested in disclosing the true nature if his employment so openly, ❝we’re parked right over here, do you have any luggage?❞

                                                          ♥ @sbjctzero

[horrorempathya]

DID  THEY  REALLY  THINK  that  in  the  aftermath  of  the  war  ,  it  would  just  be  pure  peace ?      souls  hurt  ,  hearts  ache --    there’s  so  much  to  clean  up.    she  would  know.    she  still  has  the  whole  entire  shadowbroker  feed.    if  anything  ,  no  one  thinks  the  shadowbroker  is  ‘soft’  anymore  ,  not  after  the  way  she  picked  up  the  pieces  and  gathered  everyone  still  alive  to  keep  standing.     most  of  all :      this  is  how  she  figured  out  there’s  still  worshipers  of  the  reapers  trying  to  get  a  footing  in  the  devastation.    she’s  walking  around  the  corner  ,  the  ex-cerberus  agent  still  in  his  armor  is  running  around  the  corner.    it’s  rather  outstanding  how  very  little  patience  she  has  anymore  when  it  comes  to  this.    her  pistol  raises  and  she  shoots  without  even  a  moment’s  hesitation.    one  ,  two  shots.    he  had  no  barrier  and  his  guard  was  down.   no  helmet  ,  either :     the  ugliness  of  indoctrination  cursing  his  features.       “   ------   jack ?   ”      she  calls  out :  there’s  another  one  somewhere  too. 

❯ liara starters :  @sbjctzero .

[solesoldier]

JACK: you're the first person i've told.

❝ I'm not surprised. ❞

SHE DOESN'T WANT TO OVERSHADOW the vulnerability on display, it's leaps and bounds on Jack's part, but perhaps easing the tension is for the best. Not that she can rightfully compare herself to Jack, not that she's trying to, but she understands the effort it takes to put up these emotional barriers. She also understands it takes twice as much effort to dismantle them. ❝ That might have been the most incriminating thing I've ever heard. ❞ She can't help but smile as she cracks the half - formed joke, throwing an arm back over the stack of crates she sits upon. ❝ Still . . . means a lot that you even told me. ❞ / @sbjctzero

[solesoldier-a]

(  @sbjctzero​​    ⟶   ❛   she’s still alive  ,  in case you’re wondering  ❜  )

❛    Huh  . . .    ❜

The  woman  does  her  best  to  contain  the  smile  at  hand ;  though  the  grin  present  suggests  little  effort  was  made. It’s  one  of  those  things  she  simply  can’t  let  Jack  live  down ,  not  with  her  track  record ,  not  when  she’d  never  hear  the  end  of  it  if  the  tables  were  turned.  Shepard  leans  in ,  arms  crossed ,  cheshire  grin  wearing  so  smugly  it  was  practically  an  invitation  for  Jack  to  wipe  it  off.   ❛    Well ,  color  me  surprised.  I  figured  you  would’ve  flayed  her  alive.  Is  that  some  character  growth  I’m  sensing ?  You going  soft  on  me ?    ❜

[turianrebel-archived]

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

GARRUS  RELOADS  HIS  MANTIS  RIFLE  and  glances  over  his  shoulder  at  jack  ,  watching  the  sight  of  her  biotics  dissipate  from  her  hands  .  in  the  midst  of  a  tight  spot  ,  with  enemies  SWARMING  at  all  angles  ,  garrus  had  stepped  in  ,  hurrying  to  offer  assistance  and  covering  fire  .  of  course  ,  jack  had  handled  it  just  fine  — —  the  skills  of  a  biotic  were  often  unmatched  — —  but  garrus  wasn’t  prone  to  leaving  teammates  high  and  dry  .  ❝  oh  ,  i  know  .  just  thought  you  could  use  a  hand  .  ❞  a  friendly  flare  of  his  mandibles  ,  the  turian  way  of  smiling  ,  and  garrus  nods  .  ❝  we  should  regroup  with  shepard  .  ❞

[sythegun-aa]

He  smiles,  sometimes  it  truly  is  FUCKING  agonizing  pretending,  and  now  ?  Jackson  doesn’t  have  to  pretend,  doesn’t  have  to  be  tied  to  what  some  would  call  ‘normalcy’  then  again  ?  WHAT  THE  FUCK  did  that  ever  mean.  

                                           A  SMALL  LAUGH.

‘  Nothin’  would  make  me  happier  than  to  see  that  little  SHITSTAIN  squirm  ’  CURRENTLY  they’re  talking  a  coup  of  sorts,  ‘  Y’know  he  fuckin’  shits  his  pants  when  he  notices  that  his  SHIPPMENTS  are  even  off  by  a  few  dollars  …  suddenly  it’s  fuckin’  lord  of  the  flies             his  men  killing  one  another  to     PROVE     that     THEY     didn’t  do  it  ’  

Doesn’t  mind  being  candid  about  words,  the  SONS  currently  are  untouchable,  Jackson  runs  his  MC  with  a  fair,  and  JUST  iron  fist.  Mind  hasn’t  yet  ebbed  away,  and  madness  hasn’t  devoured  him  WHOLE.  

‘  Trucks  are  stoppin’  in  Venice  … BEACH    ,  he  uses  this  little  hole  in  the  wall  SEAFOOD  JOINT  ’  Head  shakes  as  shoulders  rise  and  fall  with  a  shrug,  ‘  Guess  he  thinks  he’s  in  GOODFELLAS  or  some  shit  …  don’t  let  that  BULLSHIT             BROOKYLN         accent  fool  you  thinks  he’s  Margot  Robbie  in  Wolf  of  Wall  Street or  some  shit  ’

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