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thisavrou_log2017-04-06 04:03 am
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-04-06 04:03 am
I'm not running; it's a little different now
Who: Rinzler and Saren, plus later Shepard and Nihlus
When: late March, after this
Where: Some back alley on Kauto
What: Rinzler tries to go three for three on fighting Spectres
Warnings: violence, probable injury, frequent and varied mindscrew references
It takes him longer than he'd like.
Tracking. (Hunting.) Making his way to the threat. This is an open system—three systems, really, if networked so closely as to barely count as different—and as fast as Rinzler moves, far too much space lies between him and his prey. The viral claimed its code was dormant, but that hardly guaranteed how long, even if he were to place the slightest trust in what it said.
And that mistake, he won't be making twice.
Saren Arterius. Spectre. Assumed combat functions: high, degree of viral augmentations: unknown. Biotic. Rinzler reviews the data gathered from the post: words (just words), and hardly any guarantee, but he doubts the virus would have overstated its own strengths. Better to assume danger, better to expect the worst. Better not to think about why Nihlus had been among the first to call it, secret and secure. About exactly what that might imply.
It had taken Rinzler much too long to place his own call, a short warning to Shepard. The threat is (like before) one from her system, and if that flags a non-negligible possibility that she might be infected, she'd coped with one incursion already. She'd handled it far better than he had.
This time, things will be different. This time, he knows exactly what he needs to do. Rinzler leans back in the shadows of the building's roof, lights and signature both running dark as he surveys the street below. No bystanders. No interference.
Just a single pair of footsteps on approach.
When: late March, after this
Where: Some back alley on Kauto
What: Rinzler tries to go three for three on fighting Spectres
Warnings: violence, probable injury, frequent and varied mindscrew references
It takes him longer than he'd like.
Tracking. (Hunting.) Making his way to the threat. This is an open system—three systems, really, if networked so closely as to barely count as different—and as fast as Rinzler moves, far too much space lies between him and his prey. The viral claimed its code was dormant, but that hardly guaranteed how long, even if he were to place the slightest trust in what it said.
And that mistake, he won't be making twice.
Saren Arterius. Spectre. Assumed combat functions: high, degree of viral augmentations: unknown. Biotic. Rinzler reviews the data gathered from the post: words (just words), and hardly any guarantee, but he doubts the virus would have overstated its own strengths. Better to assume danger, better to expect the worst. Better not to think about why Nihlus had been among the first to call it, secret and secure. About exactly what that might imply.
It had taken Rinzler much too long to place his own call, a short warning to Shepard. The threat is (like before) one from her system, and if that flags a non-negligible possibility that she might be infected, she'd coped with one incursion already. She'd handled it far better than he had.
This time, things will be different. This time, he knows exactly what he needs to do. Rinzler leans back in the shadows of the building's roof, lights and signature both running dark as he surveys the street below. No bystanders. No interference.
Just a single pair of footsteps on approach.