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outer_divide2012-05-20 09:37 am
standsentinel) wrote in outer_divide2012-05-20 09:37 am
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[VIDEO, shifting to ACTION potentially | 001: Arrival]
[By the background, Kaidan, outwardly a normal-looking dark haired man in his mid-30s, is still on the ship. Still beside the pod that's disgorged him even, as a blurry nameplate can be made out behind him if you squint. His own communicator has come to him in the form of a datapad, which he's currently holding out in from of him with the slight abstracted furrow to his brow commonly seen amongst iPad users as they try to make sure the camera's focusing. Some things carry down across centuries, apparently.]
Look. I don't know where the hell I am, but this sure as hell isn't the shuttle down to Vancouver. Everything's saying 'ship', but I'm not hearing engine noise and what little I've seen says this thing is way too big to be stealthed.
And there's another thing--
[He turns the datapad to let its camera pickup take in the pods along the corridor.]
That's not normal cryostasis like I'd call it. It looks more like prothean tech. So if anyone's picking up on this frequency, I could use a few answers.
[After a moment more, he stares at the camera and awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck with one hand as he's recalled to manners and lets the irritated command slide out of his voice.]
Uh. Please?
Look. I don't know where the hell I am, but this sure as hell isn't the shuttle down to Vancouver. Everything's saying 'ship', but I'm not hearing engine noise and what little I've seen says this thing is way too big to be stealthed.
And there's another thing--
[He turns the datapad to let its camera pickup take in the pods along the corridor.]
That's not normal cryostasis like I'd call it. It looks more like prothean tech. So if anyone's picking up on this frequency, I could use a few answers.
[After a moment more, he stares at the camera and awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck with one hand as he's recalled to manners and lets the irritated command slide out of his voice.]
Uh. Please?
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Kaidan turns before Akira closes to within melee range, some soldierly reflex tingling at the back of his neck. He takes in his questioner with a quick glance, arms folding across his chest to still them from falling into any mnemonic patterns as he offers the level explanation of]
Alien race about fifty thousand years ago, some of 'em tried to use stasis pods to survive the Reaper invasion. Didn't really work out all that well for them, but... they looked a little like this.
Uh. The pods. Not the protheans.
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"Reapers." Didn't that one old lady mention something like that when he was pestering her out of boredom?]
...Reapers? Like the ones Shepard talked about?
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[Kaidan manages to keep the level tone to his voice... mostly. But his attention on Akira has sharpened to interest beyond just the simple threat assessment and observation of a moment earlier.]
That's be them. Eldritch mechanical horrors from the edges of dark space... I'd call them holovid monsters, except they're real.
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Why? You know her?
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[Among many, many other things. His expression shadows briefly, dogged by the weight of not just one world, but several. (Virmire, Alchera, Horizon...) The wary look is countered with a lift of one eyebrow.]
You end up on her bad side or something, kid?
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[It's somewhat vague, but, well, that's how Akira remembered it. Either way, his watching of Kaidan doesn't change -- he doesn't know anything about Shepard, not having been able to find her physically, so this one was a bit more important.
His eyes fade out into green-yellow, the scar on his head giving off a sharp glow as Akira reaches out, brushing his mind against Kaidan's.]
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His surface thoughts hold no hint of offensive attack, simply clicking along in a well-ordered fashion of observation-analysis-observation that's backed by an absolutely rigid sense of self-control. They largely boil down to watchful awareness and the solo question of What the hell is this kid up to?/]
You all right there, kid...?
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Holy shit. What's that?
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[The answer is quick, clipped, and Kaidan doesn't let it drop just yet, although he does crack half a smile from within it.]
Wasn't quite sure what was behind that light show you had going on.
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[Akira pulls his hands out of his pockets, cupping them as if holding water. The reason why is obvious after a moment -- his eyes and the scar flicker once again, blue fire erupting into his hands, burning merrily despite the fact that it doesn't seem to actually be damaging his hands.]
Can do stuff like this, but... what's a biotic barrier?
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[There's a lot of wary watchfulness crammed into that syllable, and a hairy eyeball is well and truly given from amidst the barrier. It intensifies as he feels the heat of the flames, but he manages to make a quip of the question]
Get anything interesting off me, then?
[He doesn't wait too long before answering Akira's own, however, and even lets the barrier drop to do it.]
Biotics... well... I haven't heard of anyone in my time being able to generate fire. Maybe you're from further along in the future, I don't know how old these pods are.
Basically, a biotic's someone with nodes of element zero in their body. You get an implant put in your brain and then you learn how to use the nodes to generate mass effect fields. Barrier's one where you throw up a really dense mass effect field round yourself, so it catches damage being flung at you.
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[Despite the color, the flame doesn't seem to be giving off as much heat as it should, and Akira closes his hands around it to snuff it out, causing the glow to fade once more.]
Dunno. I'm from 2011 and I ain't ever heard anything like that. I ain't surprised you never heard of it, though -- I'm the only one I know of who can do this stuff.
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[Belatedly, Kaidan thinks to add some useful information of his own.]
It's 2186 for me, which makes this whole alien stasis pod thing confusing as hell if you're early 21st century and still here.
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No modifications. Shit, they just melt people down. I was just born like this. Hell if I know why.
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[He'd read enough history to know that life on earth in the years leading up to eezo and H3 solving the energy crisis pretty thoroughly sucked for some people, but this was a bridge farther than that. Hell, this was a mass relay jump farther than that.]
That's a crappy reality, kid.
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[He shakes his head, shoving his hands in his pockets and averting his gaze.]
It is shit. Ten thousand people got melted down 'cause some government bastards wanted to summon a god.
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[Kaidan shakes his head sharply.]
Shitty reality. What's this one here like?
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[And that's all he'll offer on the matter. He doesn't disagree, though, Kaidan. Not at all.]
Real bad. Old City's the only real good place around here. Everything else is desert or something worse.
[At least from what he's seen.]
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[Does Kaidan need to get off this ship with his gun in one hand and warp ready in the other?]
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[Well, no one's asked him for help, so that's close enough, right?]
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[Leaning himself against the door of the pod he's so recently occupied, Kaidan braces himself with an arm and resumes tudying Akira.]
You hang out on this ship, then? See if there's new arrivals?
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[He explains himself a moment later:]
I have a feeling this ship and I are going to become good friends -- I'm no systems engineer, but I know enough to tinker, and she looks like she's in need of it. I could keep an eye out for a pod with her name on it while I'm doing that.
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[Well, that gives you his last name, at least.]
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[A last name's a start, at least, although Kaidan crooks his lips as he's forced to pause where a first name would go instead.]
My name's Kaidan Alenko.
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