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legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
thebioticwoman) wrote in legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
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[open] I don't have any song lyrics for this
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?"
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But that wasn't the only comparison he made.
"Back home, the zerg used to be led by the Queen of Blades," Raynor began, his gaze locked down on his shot glass. "And before her, they were led by the Overmind, who created the Queen of Blades out of a human." He sighed then, knocking back the shot. "She was a powerful ghost operative, someone I knew. But... the moment the Overmind changed her, she wasn't really herself anymore. She was different. She was cruel. She was zerg."
He began pouring himself another shot. "I'm bettin' indoctrination's a little bit like that."
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She shifts in her seat, toying with her shot glass rather than refilling it, a bead of whiskey rolling around inside. "Sorry about your friend. I haven't lost anyone to indoctrination, but at least one of my crew has, and I watched it turn a...well, he was never a good man. A great one, maybe. Sovereign needed him capable of independent action, so it didn't take over entirely, not right away. It just planted seeds. Pushed on his weak spots, used his strong ones against him."
Shepard shakes her head, still wondering if there was something else she could have said on Virmire, something that could have pulled Saren back from the brink. Something that could have saved Kaidan and all those thousands who died defending the Citadel.
"There wasn't much left of who he used to be when we faced off for the last time."
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It was something he'd had to come to terms with early on, back when he still foolishly believed that maybe the Sons of Korhal would give everyone a better future. Back when the psi-emitters were being actively used to overrun Confederate installations, manipulating the Zerg... and killing plenty of innocents in the process. Innocents he was absolutely responsible for, just as much as Mengsk was.
But he couldn't dwell on it. If he did, he would lose himself. He was already about ready to lose himself to the grief he experienced over Kerrigan, over his inability to save her. If the Xel'naga artifact hadn't worked, or if Tychus had killed Kerrigan...
He didn't know what he would've done. And that terrified him.
"Tell me something," He began suddenly, staring down at his drink still. "Do you believe in the Legion, ma'am?"