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Entry tags:
- *event,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- mushishi: ginko,
- npc | ben,
- npc | thán,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( may event log )
Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
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It was a short email, but Tali dwelled on every word, savoured each one. It might be the last connection to her aunt she would ever have.
"I almost want to go over there," she said, looking longingly over towards where she could see them - her people, so close she could almost imagine she could hear them talking, "but I feel like that might cause trouble."
But she almost wanted Shepard to tell her the opposite, all the same.
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[... Great, she still ended up with Tali crying. At least she doesn't seem to expect a response.
[After another look over at the quarians and geth working together, she turns back to Tali.]
Put your mask back on. The others probably won't have immune systems fixed up like yours; you'd probably scare them. If you know them, pretend to be checking back in from the Normandy or something, don't mention the Moira or your last ship. It sounds insane, and I'm on the Moira.
[She won't be responsible for some kind of diplomatic incident.]
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"They might not even recognise us," she goes on as she walks. "Most people I know are in the military, they'll be off-world."
That's without stating the obvious: literally no one would recognise her to look at. That was more Shepard's problem than hers. Only her voice would give her away, and surely only to her friends.
"I'll just have to keep my hands in my pockets." She flashes her bare hands, then does indeed jam them in her uniform pockets. Her suit was too badly damaged on the prison outpost to wear at all or she would have, but the strange uniform should hide her lack of one. Mostly.
They're approaching the group, close enough now for Tali to see that the geth are Prime units, only a few of the standard platforms milling around, platforms roughly of human height. There's an armature class setting up what looks to be a permanent communications array for the area visible in the distance now. It's breathtaking. It's nothing she could ever have imagined. And she can't help finding it a little disturbing. Nobody is armed. Except her and Shepard. And of course, all the geth with inbuilt weaponry.
She takes a long, shaky breath and looks down at the ground. The ground of Rannoch. It's rocky and sandy, and a couple of tough little plants are forcing their way into the sun.
"This world was worth destroying a planet for," she murmurs to Shepard, and it's the first time she's said anything about the CDC since that party where she blurted it all out. "Making peace is nothing."
She looks at the commander, the sight of a Prime hauling metal sheets over her shoulder a momentary distraction.
"Right?"
I was waiting until we'd spilt the planet/system destroying beans :D
Right. Destroying Macha, you saved Rannoch. [That's war.] You made this possible.
Now go say hi.
[For her part, she hangs back. She doesn't want to go over and claim credit for whatever Shepard did, not when it's something she wouldn't have done herself. Easier to do that from a distance. This is the closest she's ever been to more than one quarian at a time, and the first time she's ever seen geth in person. Everything she knows about geth screams that they'll attack; being in such close proximity to them is making her tense.]
o/ feel free to drop this holy shit i'm sorry
Shepard still makes it sound like such an easy thing, though. Like something that could be virtuous in some other universe. Which, of course, it was.]
Hi. Right...
[There's a tiny hint of nausea rolling in her gut, but more than anything else, it's nerves. She steps forwards a few paces, into the colossal shadow of the Prime, which notices her and looks round, down at her.]
Creator Tali'Zorah. [Creator. A lump in her throat she hadn't even realised was there swells suddenly, and she glances around as if to see where Shepard is, why she's not there beside her.] Are here to oversee repairs?
[She falters a little, uncertainly.] No--No, I'm not in charge here. I just wanted to come and take a look. I haven't been down here yet. We...we were in the area, so I thought I would...
[Sound more nervous, Tali.
...It occurs to her briefly to wonder how the Prime knows who she is without suspecting for a second she doesn't belong here, but she's too busy helplessly looking around at Shepard to put too much thought into it.]