007 ⌥ VIDEO

[femshep]

[Welp, here's Shepard. She's got a lovely pair of parallel gashes across her cheek with the hintings of an attempted third, and the deepest spots may or may not be emanating a little bit of a red glow, but that's the least of their problems, because:]

I know we've got eyes and ears out west. Anyone want to tell me what the hell's going on? Whatever it is is driving everything with some kind of survival instinct straight through central. We've got wildcats, we've got oversized wolves by the pack, we've got-... shit, never thought I'd see the day that 'dinosaurs' were a plausible theory.

You'd think something like this would call for a goddamn status report.

[Shepard is Not Happy with the general lot of you. She's vaguely wondering what the use is of having so many goddamn military-men if they're all gonna circlejerk on one end of the city and leave their collective flank wide open.

Also? Liara, Kaidan, that's your cue to report in.

To all telepaths! She noticed the distinct lack of AU!Charles and it's making her antsy, so she's swallowing her pride and putting out a 'where the hell are you' sort of wordless ping to see if she can't locate him. She needs to know if he's in trouble or just idk brooding or something. Any and all telepaths can probably pick up on this ping if you'd like them to, though she may or may not bitch at them for it.]

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[femshep]

Should've thought to come to you on this one. [After all, he's the only one she knows with any kind of firsthand experience.]

Sound advice you've got, but there's no way in hell I'm sitting back and watching the parade.

[gavehislife]

I had a feeling you would say that.

All ready into Old City trying to do some damage control. Try and keep down the casualties any way I can.

[femshep]

Something tells me this is the part where I tell you not to get yourself killed.

[gavehislife]

I generally do try to avoid that, but I'll keep it in mind.

[latter half PRIVATE]

[femshep]

Let me know if you run into trouble.

[And after a second, she's ending the transmission.

...but that's not the last he hears from her.

A good three or four hours later, he gets a filtered response:]

Two legs, sharp claws, just about my height, runs in packs.

What am I dealing with and how the hell do I get them off my tail?

[Growing up on a colony and then... well, in space, Shepard never really had a reason to learn too much about dinosaurs. Before now, anyway.

C'mon, Stephen. Tell her how bad she's fucked.]

[gavehislife]

[He's fairly sure he remembers those friendly blokes well enough from the description. Memories of a deserted mall and attempting to contain some very serious predators while straightening out the disaster that exploded between he and Nick.]

How far from Old City are you? Don't stop running. Keep moving fast as you can. Try to lose them, but don't let yourself get slowed down. You are dealing with some very well engineered predators right now.

Raptors.

And if they're a pack, you need to get here fast. Don't face them on your own. They are clever.

If you get back here I can lay some cover fire and we can take them down easier together.

[femshep]

West end and en route.

[That's all he's getting in response, but she's making tracks for his last known location. so that's something at least.]