009 ⌥ TEXT [filtered against erik, sorry bro]

[femshep]

1. If you join him, you're a fool. A public call to arms is what the enemy's been waiting for. They'll kill you where you stand. No hesitation, no remorse.

[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]

2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.

3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.

4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.

[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.

MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]

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[Action]

[femshep]

[Oh yeah, she can definitely tell he's pretty taxed on this one. In fact, she doesn't give him much more than a second of try before she steps up beside him again, her own hand shrouded in a biotic blue haze as she lifts it to about chest height and flexes her fingers straight. She's helping, at least with the bulk lifting, and he'd better not say a word against it because they will have words. Stern ones.]

It's good enough for now. [But in the meantime, he needs those pills she offered.] Mind babysitting while I fetch you some relief? [Read as: Keep the dinosaur, she'll brb.]

[Action]

[standsentinel]

[Kaidan may be prone to fits of stubborn endurance that really leave him no room to talk, ever regarding the Commander's excellent examples in that direction, but he's at least sensible enough to take help when it's offered.

He hands off control of the heavy lift to her with a smooth withdrawal of power, and focuses instead on the little precise touches of a pull that's really more of a series of biotic nudges, fingers barely twitching, to see the I-beams settled in their housings.]

No problem at all. I've been wanting to get acquainted with the big guy now that he's got room to wander around. [There's a crash and a splash from below -- dinosaur has found the water.] Uh. From a safe distance.

[Action]

[femshep]

[Now that the I-beam's in place, she takes a step back, surveying their handiwork.] Roger that, then. I shouldn't be more than an hour. [Not that an hour of migraine is even remotely a good thing, but it's better than something more indefinite.]