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[gavehislife]

Do yourself a favor.

Stay off the mountain if you do not know how to handle large predators.

I really do not feel like wasting my weapons on rescue missions when it is clear we'll be needing them for more important things. Doesn't mean I won't help you, but you can't expect someone to come bail you out every time you decide to go play hide and seek with nature's natural born predators.

[Private Text to Wesley]

I'm assuming you're still alive here somewhere. How good are you at bargaining with traders?

[Private Text to Shepard]


So let's talk.

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[femshep]

I'm not sure what impression my fog-high self gave you, but it was probably the wrong one.

[most_feared]

Large predators?

[Happiest news he's heard since he goddamn got here.]

[game_over_man]

[You might be the only person here who's a bigger jerk than Hudson.]

[Well played, stranger.]

Ain't you a generous soul, pal.

[gavehislife]

I barely remember most of it and what I do is hard to sift between fog and reality, so don't sweat it.

[That's mostly almost true]

[gavehislife]

Did some scouting up that way recently. Large mamalian predators, A few dinosaurs too. Carnivores. Bi-pedal. Various species. Unconfirmed but I may have found tracks from a Smilodon.

[gavehislife]

Unarmed individuals who do not know what they are getting themselves into have no business wandering around in the woods.

If they don't have enough intelligence to stay out of the way of competent individuals, and force me to waste my ammo, then natural selection just might deserve to apply to them.

[He doesn't mean that, but he sounds like he does, and that's what really matters.]

[game_over_man]

There's a difference between saying a place isn't safe, and being a dickbag about it.

[Srsly.]

Kind of our job to protect the civs, dude.

[femshep]

I won't.

What did you want to discuss?

[gavehislife]

It is Not my job. Not any more. You can do it all you want, Hero.

I'm more concerned about the bigger picture and the bigger number to save right now. Wasting ammo on saving someone's ass every three hours is not going to help that.

I gave them a warning, isn't any reason for them to go up there, anyway. It's not like I told them to go turn themselves into live bait.

[gavehislife]

Not over the network.

[game_over_man]

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

That ass you save might be the one with some fuckin' knowledge we need down the road, pal. That's worth a fuckin' bullet.

whoops, shepard has opinions :|a

[femshep]

He may be a 'dickbag', but this dickbag's done ten times more than you'll ever do.

Take my advice. Quit while you're ahead.

[femshep]

[Good boy, Stephen.]

When and where?

HE HAS SOME TOO!

[game_over_man]

Scuse me, Sassypants?

I must have missed the Muffin of Stud here, you know, with all that work I was doing getting the computers online and shit.

[gavehislife]

Where we ran into each other here the first time. I'll be there in an hour. Think you'll be near by sometime today?

[most_feared]

[Fantastic.]

Thanks for the info.

[femshep]

[The eyebrow raise is evident in her voice.] 'Muffin of Stud'?

[game_over_man]

Everyone gets a nickname, Commander Hotness. Military camaraderie thing.

No exceptions.

[gavehislife]

Here's an idea. You waste your ammo saving people who have 'some fuckin knowledge' but are still foolish enough to wander up a strange mountain, and I'll work on figuring out how to keep everyone else from getting slaughtered every time the dome's little soldiers decide to play pest controllers on us.

[femshep]

Hour and a half.

[And unless he has something else to say, that's the last he hears from her until she's on-board the ship. She's fully armed and armored, but that's less against him and more not trusting the city well enough to stash some of her guns.]

[game_over_man]

All right there, Mountain Man.

And when you need something from the ship, you know, like food or medical supplies and shit, just remember: the name's Hudson.

[femshep]

....God, and I can't even hate you. It's like kicking a brain-damaged puppy.

[game_over_man]

Part of my charm. [He winks. His ego is made of solid teflon.]

[Just ask Sergeant Apone.]

[femshep]

Not exactly the words I'd use.

one day she is going to slap his face off.

[game_over_man]

Hey, you know, I could give you some vocabulary lessons, if you wanted. [WIIIIIIINK]

or shoot it off. what even is this

[femshep]

I'm not really a dog person.

Hudson's death wish?

[game_over_man]

Miaow.

[Double eyebrow raise.]

Come on. Why you standing up for Grizzly Adams here?

most definitely

[femshep]

He's one of mine.

And he's right.

[game_over_man]

Didn't say he was wrong.

Just didn't need to be an ass about it. Civs can't help that they're fuckin' clueless.

[femshep]

But if they flip us the bird and run off anyway, whose job is it to take off after them?

[game_over_man]

Depends on mission parameters. If they say 'save the civs' you run after their stupid asses.

[Or send Vasquez after them, really. ]

Hey, I don't make the rules, but I been in the Marines long enough to follow them.

[Believe that or not.]

[femshep]

There are no Marines, here. There are no missions, and there are no rules.

There's just survival, and those of us with firepower doing our best to keep the idiots out of the crossfire.

[radars]

Predators?

Of what sort?

[game_over_man]

Wrong there, Ice Princess.

[DOUBLETHUMBPOINT.] Got a Marine right fuckin' here. You know how it goes. From the shores of Montezuma, and all that shit.

Yeah, you define 'survival' any way you want. Me, it means the largest number of us survive at the end. Easy point system.

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[buckingauthority]

If you're low on ammo, I may have some in my stash. Depends on what you've got for trade.