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FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
There are better ways to tell someone that. And I've seen you handle things with more... Well. All I'm saying is that you're coming off harsher than I think you want to, and if you want to work some of it out, I'm free.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
The simulators are good, could scrounge up some sort of game, could even just go for a run in the corridors.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Let's talk. Before you wind up listening to Javik and shoving someone out the airlock.
There are better ways to tell someone that. And I've seen you handle things with more... Well. All I'm saying is that you're coming off harsher than I think you want to, and if you want to work some of it out, I'm free.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
The simulators are good, could scrounge up some sort of game, could even just go for a run in the corridors.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Let's talk. Before you wind up listening to Javik and shoving someone out the airlock.
[She types five variations of 'Arbuckal couldn't talk straight at someone if his life depended on it, I shouldn't have to bother either', deletes all of them and finally goes with simply:]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
If you can find something in the sim to run, I'll make some time to get down there.
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
If you can find something in the sim to run, I'll make some time to get down there.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I'll see you there in 30, and you can help me pick. There's plenty of options, including the old standby of "storm the merc base."
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
But no fishtank scenario. Might have to talk to Armada about that.
I'll see you there in 30, and you can help me pick. There's plenty of options, including the old standby of "storm the merc base."
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
But no fishtank scenario. Might have to talk to Armada about that.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You're kidding me.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You've missed out on the best things. We'll compare notes while we take down the base. But dibs on telling you about the fishtank first, because damn is that a good story. And I'll have everything set up by the time you get here.
--
[And sure enough, he's got the scenario queued up and ready, along with a decent selection of weapons. He may not have his Widow back in his hands just yet, but Garrus is more than happy to settle for a generic one in a generic situation. He's even got enough time to add Blue Sun logos to the merc armor while he waits, because why not?]
You're kidding me.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You've missed out on the best things. We'll compare notes while we take down the base. But dibs on telling you about the fishtank first, because damn is that a good story. And I'll have everything set up by the time you get here.
--
[And sure enough, he's got the scenario queued up and ready, along with a decent selection of weapons. He may not have his Widow back in his hands just yet, but Garrus is more than happy to settle for a generic one in a generic situation. He's even got enough time to add Blue Sun logos to the merc armor while he waits, because why not?]
[Swinging through the doors to the VR room, she looks-- sharp, well rested in a way that's almost odd given Shepard's habitual, notoriously well-documented insomnia. The assessment had evidently distracted her enough from current events that she'd managed to get a few hours of rack time in, put some semi-respectable color in her face and taken a large step toward getting rid of the bags under her eyes.
--Not that Garrus is likely to notice. Turian signs of exhaustion don't really have much to do with color or puffy plating.]
So what's on the table, Vakarian?
--Not that Garrus is likely to notice. Turian signs of exhaustion don't really have much to do with color or puffy plating.]
So what's on the table, Vakarian?
[He does notice that she doesn't look half as bad as she did during the final missions, but that's not really a surprise. Not when earlier they blew through the evaluation with, in his opinion, style. And if she's in an observant mood, she might notice that he seems rather relaxed, his gestures a bit more open, and his subharmonics definitely lighter than they have been for a time.]
I figured we'd go for something more relaxing. Blue Suns mercs. At first I thought maybe we could go for Binary Helix and Cerberus bases, but there's no politics when it comes to Blue Suns.
[There are no good Blue Suns. There are good former Cerberus operatives, though. The engineering pair had grown on him, he'd been glad he couldn't eat what Gardner made, and even Miranda and Jacob had worked toward the right purposes eventually.
Garrus opens the door to the simulator and saunters in, taking a seat in the hammerhead-like shuttle.]
Went for a few traces of familiarity, too.
[The pilot looks a little like Cortez, even.]
Though I set the base model to be randomized. Adds a little unknown to the mix. Take a seat. Continue the unwinding process.
I figured we'd go for something more relaxing. Blue Suns mercs. At first I thought maybe we could go for Binary Helix and Cerberus bases, but there's no politics when it comes to Blue Suns.
[There are no good Blue Suns. There are good former Cerberus operatives, though. The engineering pair had grown on him, he'd been glad he couldn't eat what Gardner made, and even Miranda and Jacob had worked toward the right purposes eventually.
Garrus opens the door to the simulator and saunters in, taking a seat in the hammerhead-like shuttle.]
Went for a few traces of familiarity, too.
[The pilot looks a little like Cortez, even.]
Though I set the base model to be randomized. Adds a little unknown to the mix. Take a seat. Continue the unwinding process.
[She fetches one of the simulation weapons on the way through the door - something stock, a mid-range rifle. Typical outfit. Moving through to the 'shuttle' at the start, she has to admit there's a kind of charm to the familiarity. Leave it to Garrus Vakarian to think of something just the right side of 'sappy bullshit'.
Moving through the shuttle, she catches one of the hand holds near the door. It's a familiar stance, habitual as she takes position between the back of the shuttle and the cockpit. She'd rather stand than sit, but it's not being stubborn so much as it is simply doing what's most comfortable, most natural.]
You know, most people unwind with a mai tai or a back massage.
[There's a very narrow edge of humor there. They're not most people.]
Moving through the shuttle, she catches one of the hand holds near the door. It's a familiar stance, habitual as she takes position between the back of the shuttle and the cockpit. She'd rather stand than sit, but it's not being stubborn so much as it is simply doing what's most comfortable, most natural.]
You know, most people unwind with a mai tai or a back massage.
[There's a very narrow edge of humor there. They're not most people.]
Tell you what.
[The shuttle lifts off and Garrus shifts slightly to compensate for it, while looking over the sniper rifle he's grabbed.]
You figure out how a turian is supposed to get a back massage, and I'll take you to a massage parlor so we can shoot it up. We can wear what we did when infiltrating the casino. Which you don't remember. So I'll back it up some for you.
[Garrus stands up so he can take a look at the base as they approach it. It's fairly large, and the terrain means they can't set down right next to it, but at least there's some trees and rocks they can use for cover on the way in.]
It all starts when you and Joker both get invited to the nicest sushi place on the Silver Strip. You each figure it's the other's doing. But it's a trap. And so you use our pilot, who can't really run, as bait and your way to get help. Really smooth of you.
[He's amused. He's so amused, and it reads in his body language, main tones, and subharmonics.]
You try to take the forces on, and by some accounts you're holding your own until you wind up on the glass over the place's huge fishtank. Which gets shot. And then you fall through. Should I go on?
[The rifle's up now as they begin their descent. He's watching for any flashes of motion.]
[The shuttle lifts off and Garrus shifts slightly to compensate for it, while looking over the sniper rifle he's grabbed.]
You figure out how a turian is supposed to get a back massage, and I'll take you to a massage parlor so we can shoot it up. We can wear what we did when infiltrating the casino. Which you don't remember. So I'll back it up some for you.
[Garrus stands up so he can take a look at the base as they approach it. It's fairly large, and the terrain means they can't set down right next to it, but at least there's some trees and rocks they can use for cover on the way in.]
It all starts when you and Joker both get invited to the nicest sushi place on the Silver Strip. You each figure it's the other's doing. But it's a trap. And so you use our pilot, who can't really run, as bait and your way to get help. Really smooth of you.
[He's amused. He's so amused, and it reads in his body language, main tones, and subharmonics.]
You try to take the forces on, and by some accounts you're holding your own until you wind up on the glass over the place's huge fishtank. Which gets shot. And then you fall through. Should I go on?
[The rifle's up now as they begin their descent. He's watching for any flashes of motion.]
[After this particular conversation...]
FROM: ikari.shinji@cdc.org
Um, Shepard-san? Someone named Tess told me to ask you about joining a training program.
FROM: ikari.shinji@cdc.org
Um, Shepard-san? Someone named Tess told me to ask you about joining a training program.
FROM: ikari.shinji@cdc.org
Is there anything specific I should bring?
Is there anything specific I should bring?
Sushi? Seriously? And neither of us figured out that was a trap?
[Christ, future her must be exhausted if something that stupid managed to trip her up. Joker asking her to some swanky raw fish joint sounds about as.... fishy... as it gets. But beyond that, she offers very little in the way of commentary both as he regales her with her own exploits (which: kind of weird, actually) and the shuttle slowly closes in on their simulated destination.]
Sure, okay. I'll bite. What comes after I fall through the giant fish tank? [There's an edge of skepticism to all of it - she's pretty sure she isn't stupid enough to stand on a fish tank, but for the sake of a good story she'll let Garrus have this one.
Meanwhile, the shuttle shudders under their feet as it changes its trajectory, moving in to land among the taiga hugging tight to the rockier inclines immediately surrounding the sim base.]
[Christ, future her must be exhausted if something that stupid managed to trip her up. Joker asking her to some swanky raw fish joint sounds about as.... fishy... as it gets. But beyond that, she offers very little in the way of commentary both as he regales her with her own exploits (which: kind of weird, actually) and the shuttle slowly closes in on their simulated destination.]
Sure, okay. I'll bite. What comes after I fall through the giant fish tank? [There's an edge of skepticism to all of it - she's pretty sure she isn't stupid enough to stand on a fish tank, but for the sake of a good story she'll let Garrus have this one.
Meanwhile, the shuttle shudders under their feet as it changes its trajectory, moving in to land among the taiga hugging tight to the rockier inclines immediately surrounding the sim base.]
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[Something does move, a lookout, and Garrus drops them. It's nice to have a Widow in his hands again, even if it's a simulated one and not his. That should come soon. He hopes.]
Neither of you figured out it was a trap.
[He can hear the disbelief in her voice. That makes this better. He's pulling one over on her by telling the truth. Also it's good to unwind, so very good.]
You kept falling. Hit a billboard or two, tumbled into some freezer storage for a place, and got contacted by intelligence analyst Brooks, who informed you someone was stealing your ID codes and wanted to kill you. You followed her guidance, being shot at by mercs along the way, to try to find your way to a car.
Meanwhile, Joker let all of us know what was going on and we started mobilizing. Liara got to you first. I would have. But Sparatus and Victus wouldn't stop talking.
[A sigh. He still hates that he wasn't able to get there sooner, even if he knows there's nothing he could have done, and that it worked out.]
Wrex got there second. Apparently he dropped down from one floor onto a stolen C-Sec car, smashing it and helping get you to safety. Gonna skip a lot of details after that, like us infiltrating Silversun Casino's security measures and office, and skip to the point where we called in everyone and started chasing after the person responsible for taking your codes and trying to kill you.
[He stops, mandibles flaring, letting the shuttle settle down as he pauses for dramatic effect. She won't buy this. She will not for a second buy this and he is having a fantastic day.]
Your clone. With Brooks as assistant.
[Garrus steps off the shuttle, so proud of himself, sinking into cover and looking back at Shepard.]
Should I go on?
Neither of you figured out it was a trap.
[He can hear the disbelief in her voice. That makes this better. He's pulling one over on her by telling the truth. Also it's good to unwind, so very good.]
You kept falling. Hit a billboard or two, tumbled into some freezer storage for a place, and got contacted by intelligence analyst Brooks, who informed you someone was stealing your ID codes and wanted to kill you. You followed her guidance, being shot at by mercs along the way, to try to find your way to a car.
Meanwhile, Joker let all of us know what was going on and we started mobilizing. Liara got to you first. I would have. But Sparatus and Victus wouldn't stop talking.
[A sigh. He still hates that he wasn't able to get there sooner, even if he knows there's nothing he could have done, and that it worked out.]
Wrex got there second. Apparently he dropped down from one floor onto a stolen C-Sec car, smashing it and helping get you to safety. Gonna skip a lot of details after that, like us infiltrating Silversun Casino's security measures and office, and skip to the point where we called in everyone and started chasing after the person responsible for taking your codes and trying to kill you.
[He stops, mandibles flaring, letting the shuttle settle down as he pauses for dramatic effect. She won't buy this. She will not for a second buy this and he is having a fantastic day.]
Your clone. With Brooks as assistant.
[Garrus steps off the shuttle, so proud of himself, sinking into cover and looking back at Shepard.]
Should I go on?
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