Aug 15, 2013
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"Zaeed Massani. It's been some time. Never thought I'd see you again."
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"Zaeed Massani. It's been some time. Never thought I'd see you again."
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Massani human, what is it you want?
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Greg looked up from his console at the young man. "Can I help you with something?"
Of Mechs and Mercs (Jenna Shepard/Zaeed Massani)
“Shit.”
Jenna swore under her breath, slapping her palm against the side of her rifle to clear the jammed thermal clip out of it and pop a new one into place. The air of Neith stung hot and acrid in her nostrils with the smoke of the freighter wreck at her back and she leaned her back against the rock she was crouching behind, sucking in a sharp, deep breath. “God damn this place,” she shouted into her comm, giving vent to frustration as she reached up with one hand and sent three rounds into the nearest LOKI mech closing on her.
“Where the fuck are they all coming from?” Turning off the distress beacon at the crash had triggered a whole wave of trouble that she frankly just was not interested in dealing with -- from the news of the ship's rogue VI to the sudden eruption of gunfire in the general direction of her and her two squadmates. Zaeed and Garrus, she ventured to guess, were probably no happier about the situation. One of these days we will go to a planet and NOTHING will try to kill us. Probably about the same day Earth flies into the sun.
With a murmured oath, she flicked her arm back, exchanging the assault for the sniper and narrowing her sights on a more distant FENRIS. “Gar, Z!” she called sharply, blinking in the rising wind. “Circle up and flank ‘em. That storm’s blowing in and I have no intention of getting shot ‘cos I got sand in my eyes! Pick up your feet and pick your targets!”
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"Zaeed Massani."