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legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
thebioticwoman) wrote in legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
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Who| Shepard & Anyone
What| A newbie settles in
Where| Around Legion World
When| Post-GAA/OM/TH&TH
Warnings/Notes| In thread headers where relevant
A - Training Room
Target shooting, beating the crap out of hard light dummies, practicing with her biotics--without a ship to run and an endless string of crises to resolve, Shepard spends a lot of time working out. The harder she presses herself the more relaxed she gets, movements loose and fluid whether she's reloading or tossing a holographic krogan across the ring. It's all a comforting throwback to when things were much less complicated, and after her enforced idleness back on Earth, she needs to get her edge back. Her team and the people she's serving will never get less than her best, and while that's always been damn good, it can also always be a little better.
She occasionally comes up for air and a drink of water, or in the case of biotic practice, a long pull from her energy shake. She looks over at her fellow Legionnaire as she takes her break.
"Hey."
Shepard makes friends with anything that doesn't get out of her way fast enough, and today? That's you.
B - Mess
Shepard can do her self-assigned homework anywhere, and today it's in the mess, over a lunch big enough for three people. The opposite of a picky eater, she's got her tray piled with whatever the cafeteria staff suggested, some of it unrecognizable. While she works her way through the meal, she's reading from a datapad, more attention on starship stats than food...until she hits something even her undemanding palate can't quite handle, and she looks down at her plate as if it's betrayed her personally. She trusted you, food.
Oh well, some problems have easy solutions.
"Pass the ketchup, would you?"
What| A newbie settles in
Where| Around Legion World
When| Post-GAA/OM/TH&TH
Warnings/Notes| In thread headers where relevant
A - Training Room
Target shooting, beating the crap out of hard light dummies, practicing with her biotics--without a ship to run and an endless string of crises to resolve, Shepard spends a lot of time working out. The harder she presses herself the more relaxed she gets, movements loose and fluid whether she's reloading or tossing a holographic krogan across the ring. It's all a comforting throwback to when things were much less complicated, and after her enforced idleness back on Earth, she needs to get her edge back. Her team and the people she's serving will never get less than her best, and while that's always been damn good, it can also always be a little better.
She occasionally comes up for air and a drink of water, or in the case of biotic practice, a long pull from her energy shake. She looks over at her fellow Legionnaire as she takes her break.
"Hey."
Shepard makes friends with anything that doesn't get out of her way fast enough, and today? That's you.
B - Mess
Shepard can do her self-assigned homework anywhere, and today it's in the mess, over a lunch big enough for three people. The opposite of a picky eater, she's got her tray piled with whatever the cafeteria staff suggested, some of it unrecognizable. While she works her way through the meal, she's reading from a datapad, more attention on starship stats than food...until she hits something even her undemanding palate can't quite handle, and she looks down at her plate as if it's betrayed her personally. She trusted you, food.
Oh well, some problems have easy solutions.
"Pass the ketchup, would you?"