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[personal profile] screwattack 2015-03-11 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Is that what you're all about? [Samus snorts as she takes another swig. She's starting to lose her sense of taste, and the drink is getting dangerously easier to swallow.] I really am on the wrong team, if that's the case. Red's problem solvers, I'm typically a problem solver, but the problems we're solving...

[She frowns, as she listens to Garrus talk about the neraki. She's at least glad to find someone else who feels the same. She felt alone in her sentiments on her own team.]

I was attacked... by a parent, protecting its child. I killed them, both of them, without a moment of hesitation, without even thinking. I couldn't feel anything, for a terrifying minute. For just a minute - a depraved, awful, fucked up minute - I'd become a Space Pirate.
plex: (✫ you know what i mean?)

[personal profile] plex 2015-03-11 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a good big brother. ]

I learned with my age-mates, with our cadet instructor. But all of us had already begun learning in the pods--as soon as the brain is capable of assimilating knowledge, the Kree begin to teach. It's direct download, though, not traditionally 'taught'.

[ Sensory input directly to the developing brain. The very basics of forms, shapes, movement, preparing the brain for the body to come. It's taxing. Some don't make it through the training modules. It's no big loss. ]

Once we're old enough to move we're taught hand-to-hand and shooting, along with arithmetic, letters...

[ He looks at the family portrait again, pensive. ] My father didn't really teach me much, at that age.
plex: (✫ i didn't exactly do myself proud.)

[personal profile] plex 2015-03-11 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
No, no. Strengthening neurological impulses at first, quickening response time, basic shapes, colors--and so on. By the time we leave the pods most of us can read and speak comfortably.

[ Nothing physical is learned in the pods, though their bodies are encouraged to reach peak growth levels with supplements and nutritionally-dense food intubation. ]

He was my true teacher in both engineering and diplomacy. [ Noh-Varr's expression softens mildly, like he's recalling something pleasant. ] He was a peerless speaking, and a great leader.

[ Unspoken, but clear: I miss him. ]
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[personal profile] hypertoxic 2015-03-11 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does, of course, floating along at a level just below his shoulders and keeping pace beside him. ]

Actually, yeah. They fucking threw rocks at me and Hibari. [ Her mouth twists. ] They're obviously very adept at using the terrain to their advantage, because I had no idea they were there until too late. We need to be prepared for them to be sneaky! We're at a huge disadvantage against natives on their home turf.
keelahselai: (drop it like it's hot)

[personal profile] keelahselai 2015-03-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Later, it'll amaze her how it didn't occur to her sooner. At first, before he's done, she even slumps in relief, face slackening slightly as she lets out a long breath. No matter how she feels - and she'll sort all that out later - they're both safe, and that's what...

Then Garrus reaches out his hand to hers, and for a second she simply stares at it. Turians aren't exactly known for being tactile, and quarians... well, if they touch it's about expressing emotion - there's no physical comfort in it. It's as she somewhat cautiously reaches out to slide her hand into his much larger one that an idea of the truth touches the back of her mind.

But even then, even when Garrus says it...]
No.

[She shakes her head jerkily.] No, that...

[Swallows hard.] No, he can't be. He knows more about the geth than I do, they couldn't...

[Her grip on his hand is tight, and it's like a plea.]
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[personal profile] screwattack 2015-03-12 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Samus views them as problem solvers, but she isn't going to elaborate. She isn't allowed to elaborate. She remembers as much even in her ever slowly growing inebriated state.]

Sounds like being on Green is just a blast.

[She can't even tell if she's being sarcastic or not as she begins slurring a bit.]

As far as I can tell, I've gotta let that part of me go if I want to remain a member of Red. The CDC - they're Space Pirates. If something's in the way of what they want, they view it as an enemy in need of extraction - either under some sense of greed, or some sense of duty, or some misguided morals. Honor, justice, protection... All qualities of weakness. Especially to Red.

[She moans a bit and closes her eyes, pressing her fingertips lightly to her forehead.]

I'm sorry, what did you say was in this drink again?
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[personal profile] mousquetaire 2015-03-12 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Except they're human. ]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Do you want Leng to be talking? Athos might be willing. I know he'll want to be watchful, especially once he knows all of this.
keelahselai: (what we doing)

[personal profile] keelahselai 2015-03-12 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[If she was expecting some kind of reprieve, for Garrus to turn around and say that no, not really, he was joking all along, she'd be disappointed. But she wasn't expecting that, was she? Not really.

Her father is dead. No, worse - he will be dead, soon, and there isn't a single thing she can do to prevent it. It feels somehow like too enormous a thing to be possible - like Garrus has just told her the stars have gone out like lights. Her father is - was - a presence so huge it's like gravity. It can't just stop. And yet it has.

She presses her lips together hard to stop them from trembling, but the tears burn unbidden in her eyes anyway, then feel icy cold on her cheeks a moment later.]


It was always going to come back to me. [Her voice wavers.] I sent the parts. I would have been the first person they'd accuse. [She pauses, gives a scoff that's starkly devoid of humour.] I'm going to be the first person they accuse.

I was so careful, Garrus. [Her voice breaks on his name.] Nothing I ever sent back was viable, I thought he was running tests on the parts. [There's a pleading note to her voice then - a desperation to make him believe it.]

Whatever I think about the geth... I wouldn't have...

[She realises with a tiny, sickening jolt that part of the tears are for those geth. That someone managed the impossible task of making her pity the geth, and that someone was her own father, as he enlisted her help endangering the entire fleet to experiment on sentient beings, synthetic or otherwise. And he got himself killed. He's dead.

That's when the first sob bursts out of her.]
unconfines: (I'm not that old;)

[personal profile] unconfines 2015-03-13 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: anders@cdc.org

doesnt seem like the cdc got that message

FROM: anders@cdc.org

there are just as many animals as people in my rover. provided legend doesnt eat my chicken any time soon
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d102

[personal profile] heightens 2015-03-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: gilbert.elena@cdc.org

Hey, Garrus. I saw the new team configurations and... Well, I obviously don't know how you're feeling about it. You might be fine, for all I know. And if you are, I'm glad! But just in case you're not...

FROM: gilbert.elena@cdc.org

You'll always be my leader. Once a leapfrog, always a leapfrog.
heightens: <user name=bungalows> (♡ 011.)

[personal profile] heightens 2015-03-13 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: gilbert.elena@cdc.org

Who said you fucked up?
heightens: <user name=bungalows> (♡ 072.)

[personal profile] heightens 2015-03-13 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
FROM: gilbert.elena@cdc.org

What did you fuck up, though? From where I'm standing you did a damn good job with all of us.