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[It takes Steve several moments of studying the communicator before finding its voice function. Though he's seen text and video, telephones are most familiar, and in a situation where adaptation is clearly necessary, his instincts take over. The devastation is obvious, and there were undoubtedly others with a more immediate need than he.]

This is Captain Steve Rogers of the United States Army. I've just arrived to this place, but I've been here long enough to collect what supplies I could from the ship. [At least, that's what it looked like.] If I'm reaching someone who knows how I can best help with reconstruction, let me know. If that's not possible, please direct me to someone who would know further details.

[ooc: If you want to direct him somewhere in the reconstruction log, go for it! I just wanted to get the ball rolling. :)]

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[She's not sure if she's amused or appreciative that he followed the '(rank)(name) of (military branch)' format her last transmission started, but either way, he's got her attention.]

That depends, Captain. What kind of skills have you got to offer?

I'm good for muscle and speed, ma'am. I also have a record of successful search and rescue missions if you need that instead of labor and construction.

It's Shepard. [Not ma'am. Just Shepard.] Or Commander if you have to, but that's one I generally like to earn. And to be honest, I'm thinking we need a little of everything at this point. You're going to want to get in touch with my lieutenant, Kaidan Akenko.

[It occurs to her as she says it that he's not her lieutenant anymore--he's a major now, how could she forget?--but the word rolled off her tongue before she could think to amend it.

And honestly, she'd be more useful here if she were much involved in the rebuilding effort herself, but she's kind of. Babysitting a triceratops at the moment?]

That's, uh, Major Alenko now, Shepard. ...But I guess if we're going by role and not rank, it's accurate enough.

[Hi Steve, it's complicated. Kaidan's voice has a bit of a rasp to it, but it's friendly and forthright (and just a bit teasing in the commander's direction) all the same.]

Good to hear your voice, Captain Rogers. I'm out on the outer edge of the city right now, doing some SAR sweeps in an area with some building collapses. Population here's a lot thinner than the number of buildings would suggest, but if you're offering a pair of hands I could use them.

Force of habit. [An apology, or as close to one as she's going to offer, but she means it.

Besides that, though, she'll keep her mouth shut and let Kaidan take over most of the conversation from here.]

I'll be right there, Major.

[Not much more needs to be said. Steve's fast, and though he doesn't know what Alenko looks like, from that description he's sure he can find the other man and get started immediately.]

Look for the blue energy flare around the house with the smashed-in front. Near the edge of town.

[Kaidan signs off then, a muttered curse escaping as a loud creak and a crash transmits across the audio before he does.]

[Please excuse her awed staring, Captain.]

Steve Rogers. That's...

That's very unexpected.

[She shakes her head, forcing herself to focus on the topic at hand, but the stunned, delighted grin keeps pulling at her lips.]

You've experience with search and rescue, I'm sure.

[Even if she uses the video function, Steve chooses to continue with his initial form of communication. In a way he's lucky, because the expression on his face also pulls in different directions. He's pleased that someone recognizes his name, it helps ground him with a sense of normalcy, but it seems selfish to hope for that sort of thing right now.]

Yes ma'am, I do. Who needs to be found?

[Introductions and further questions can wait during times like this.]

Doctor, actually. [It's an automatic response, and she chides herself for it; it's not important, right now, not really.]

There are people across the city trapped under varying degrees of rubble. I've been able to locate them, but there are only so many to send after them, and for most the debris is difficult to handle.

['Not for you' goes unsaid; she won't broadcast his abilities any more than she would anyone else's.]

Sorry, Doctor.

If you give me a location, I'll be able to dig 'em out. Do you think you could send me coordinates on this thing?

Not at all, Captain.

[She frowns, shaking her head.] If there's a way to do so I haven't found it, but...I do know of another method.

[She has to know better than he does about this sort of thing. Maybe it's the way she presents herself, but he's rather inclined to listen to this woman.]

I'd be open to it. What did you have in mind?

[She offers a reassuring smile before she asks.] Have you ever worked with telepaths, Captain Rogers?

[Since being taken into the fold by SHIELD, Steve has heard about many things he would have assumed to be fiction. Telepathy was one of them, but stories and experiencing something for yourself were vastly different.]

Nope, I haven't. But I'm guessing that telepath would be you? [He gives a shaky smile. Telepathy in itself seems pretty jarring, but at least it would be with someone who seems to be quite sensible.]

It would. [It's still so strange, to say it freely; it had always been instinct to keep it secret, lest she be branded a threat, or dismissed as a monster, or used again.]

And I can promise you I don't pry unless circumstances demand it, though I realise a stranger's word isn't the most reassuring.

You haven't given me any reason to doubt you. [Time's wasting, and Steve's instincts are usually pretty good. He doesn't want to think about it too much, just dive right in before nerves get to you.]

Ready whenever you are, Doctor.

[A brief smile of surprised gratitude before she nods.]

All right. Relax, and clear your mind as much as you can.

[She focuses on the information she needs, before honing in on the Captain's mind. With the lightest touch she can manage, she's passing her knowledge on to him; all at once, he'll know where he's needed.]

[He does his best to follow instructions, but being new at this telepathy thing, Steve can't quite shake the nerves that come with the unknown.]

[And suddenly there it is. He can see the people, locations, their situation, everything. He's torn between marveling and immediately sprinting away with a sense of urgency.]

Thank you. I- wow. When I return I'll be sure to tell you how it went.

Er, not that couldn't find out on your own. Right.

[Starting his mission before he has time to be embarrassed, Steve ends the transmission and begins to locate the first missing person.]

If it wouldn't be too much trouble, next time could you keep your long-sleep-then-wake-up-sometime-in-the-future thing to yourself? It's sweet that you wanted to share your experiences, but it actually kind of sucks, so...

[He'd know that voice (along with its excessive chatter) anywhere.]

That isn't what I was broadcasting, Mr. Stark. Did you have anything else [hint: useful] to say regarding the situation?

You could at least pretend to be happy to hear from me. Rude.

Anyway, I'm here, and so's Iron Man. Does that regard the situation enough, Cap, or do I need to spell it out for you?

We'll have time to be happy when this is over.

No more information needed, I'm on my way out. I'm sure we'll meet up later. Your choice between drinks or shawarma.

[Not that he knows if either of those exist here. And alcohol really isn't that great when it has no effect, but hey.]

Yep, you sure sound like an officer.

Clueless.

...Army pogue.

That's why I'm asking for information quickly.

[Steve doesn't feel the need to defend his actions to someone doing nothing more than heckling. If the man doesn't have anything useful to offer, he'll move on.]

Right 'sir'. Sitrep: ship's falling apart, life support's probably failing on the pods, we got fogs that make people crazy and a last week we had a fuckin' dinosaur stampede.

[Fast enough for you?]

[Sorry, Xavier is butting in with wry amusement.]

I haven't heard that in a while.

I don't suppose you'd consider that cooperating is more important than arguing over whose gun is bigger.

Yeah, I try to parcel out the Hudson brand of awesome. You know, not to overwhelm the masses.

[W-wait. You look kind of hot.]

Oh, babes, trust me. That's no argument. Let's just say you don't spend any time in Uncle Sugar's Marines without realizing that clueless officers get men dead.

[Did you just call me -

EYEBROW ARCH]

In the army, you learn that useless bickering can get you killed just as easily.

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[Yes. Yes he did.]

[Anyone ever tell you how hot you are doing that huff thing?]

That's because the Army is made up of 90% wussies.

[Oh, yes. By extraordinary coincidence, they always seem to do something dreadfully embarrassing afterwards.] I'll be certain to tell that to the countless men I saw lay down their lives.

[So, what you're saying is....Hudson's your type. Because he does that too!]

OR! You could talk to the Colonial Marine who's still alive.

[It's not as fun when they do it themselves.] Who has also, as of yet, failed to be very impressive.

[Well, you could always help~! ]

Impressive? Lady, you should have seen me take on an entire fuckin' herd of dinosaurs.

[And by 'taking on' he means 'running like a screaming flailing schoolgirl in front of them' but you don't need to know that.]

[Don't tempt her!]

Really.

[This is her sceptical face.]

And how did you manage that?

[Hi Steve, have a rather bruised and battered teenager, who looks like he's on the verge of passing out.]

There are a lot of people and animals who are hurt, and buildings that need to be fixed.

[For this Steve switches his feed to video, an honest concern written on his face.]

What about you? Where are you?

[Steve's no medic, but he can handle basic survival aid or move this young man to safer location.]

[Ian shakes his head, offering Steve a tired smile.] I'll be okay. But I'm in the Old City, helping with the cleanup. There's ash everywhere, and a lot of dead animals that got trampled.

Has anyone explained things to you yet?

[Steve won't go to the young man if he doesn't want his help, but he makes a mental note to check on him later.]

Depends on what you mean by explain. I know there was a stampede. [He can't quite find it in him to say dinosaur out loud.]

A dinosaur stampede, yeah. I know it seems pretty weird, but there's nothing about this place that isn't pretty weird. [Ian is clearly used to weird things, though.]

Anyway, I think the places you'll be needed most here or over by the ship. I can show you around, if you need help figuring this place out.

And I used to think I'd seen it all.

If you're still offering after the dust settles a little, I'll take you up on that. [and make sure you're taking care of yourself, young man :|]

I'm always proven wrong every time I think that.

The offer stands, unless someone beats me to it. [psh, whatever, he can totally take care of himself.]

[Liara's even voice carries just a hint of weariness.]

The damage appears to be the worst in the western and southern sections of the city. In addition to people who have been trapped or injured in the rubble, there appear to be several packs of scavengers to contend with. They are unlikely to attack if you are uninjured and armed, but they may see any wounded as prey.

[There is a brief pause in her recitation.]

I would advise staying clear of the north-eastern border of the city. The patrols there are fairly aggressive.

I've volunteered myself for search and rescue around the outskirts. The plan is to sweep inward and cover as much ground as possible to help everyone I can out of the mess.

[When she pauses he waits at attention. Her voice carries an edge of necessity, one that shouldn't be interrupted or taken off course.]

Patrols? [This was the first he's heard of anything like that.] Who do they work for? [which should also answer the question of what they want]

I am glad to hear it. The people here need all the help they can get.

[Her slight frown goes unseen, but colours her voice when she explains,] They guard the domed city. That they work for its government is clear enough, but we are lacking intelligence on the specifics of their hierarchy.

I haven't heard of them before. I really appreciate the warning, thank you. [His tone likewise changes, one of instant disapproval]

Do they go much farther than the dome?

Their patrol perimeter appears to extend several kilometers beyond the edge of the dome. There are, however, periodic scouting sweeps that range further, and they have staged raids on this settlement in the past.

If you require specifics on their more aggressive activities, I would advise speaking to Commander Shepard for a first-hand account. Their last raid occurred before I awoke from stasis, and the archives only tell so much.

Will do. Thank you for your time.

I wish you luck, Captain Rogers.

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