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[ think it was feros cuz of all those tall buildings ]
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secondhumanspectre replied to your post: “Bet you can’t spit over ...
[ think it was feros cuz of all those tall buildings ]
secondhumanspectre replied to your post: nerrd B)
considering you just talked……. i’d say that proves my point :)
rude. i only talked cause you started it.
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“Well don’t you look like shit.”
secondhumanspectre replied to your post:*fiddling a little with her helmet, she eventually...
Really, commander?
Yes, *airquotes* really.
*she clears her throat and with a slight movement of the mouth the voice module went back to normal* Hi, Ash.
secondhumanspectre started following you
And that was always how it stood between them. A constant battle of pushing and pulling, a clash of emotion and reason and faith and results. Between Ashley and Aiden, there wasn’t a way to simply be content or at peace, not for long. They were always challenging one another, provoking the other to keep fighting—even if it meant fighting one another.
But even legends could be equals. Ash had no qualms about speaking up to her superiors, but that thought had taken Williams a while to come to terms with. Sometimes, she wonders if it’s because she had finally grown to feel proud of her worth, of her name, or if he had helped push her to.
"From the sounds of it, you’re probably going to have to pull the rest of engineering in as well. Not to mention some heavy machinery that you’re only going to find on the Citadel. That, or whatever’s left floating in Arcturus."
"I'll scrape together whatever's necessary to keep this ship running. If I've learned anything about fighting this damned war in my mind, it's that I've lost the opportunity to be picking. The ship will run on bubblegum and biotics, if that's what it comes down to. The engineering team will come back with their shields, or on them.
I expect they'll do whatever it takes to make sure the second thing doesn't come to pass."
Failure after failure had frustrated him, and even his own victories seemed to by more Pyrrhic than purposeful. He felt his fists clenching, and a dull ache thump at the back of his head. If it had not been for his particular brand of company, all that aching might have been so much worse. In knowing this, he shook his head at what he was to say next. These words were to go against the strength he emphasized in himself, but if it meant saving himself an ache worse than a concussive round, he'd say them in an instant.
"Until then, I expect you to stick with me. You're the closest thing to an equal that I have, and you're keeping me from trying to figure out if I can dent the insides of the Normandy with my skull."
"Williams, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the mess down in the observation deck, do you?"
Nice to see you about the ship, Lieutenant Colonel Williams.