013 ⌥ VIDEO. after akito's post.

[femshep]

[ Shepard's been off in the woods (hunting, if you need to know--she was getting stir-crazy) and her Omni-Tool's been acting up (maybe from all of the fiddling with her collar? who knows), so when she finally tunes back in and is met with all kinds of blood and distress, she is Not Pleased. ]

Christ, I'm gone for two goddamn seconds and-... [ Now that she's sure it's transmitting, she's addressing the populace. ]

The hell's going on out there? Is anyone still engaged in combat?

[ Because if so, she's en route. Hell, she might be en route anyway. ]

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[femshep]

Kerra. Lyall. Anyone from my crew--hell, throw Blondie in there for good measure.

[damn_it_jim]

Blondie. So if she asks about you, should I be calling you Brownie then?

[Because there's no time like a pressing crisis to critique nicknames. There's the sound of hurried feet and indistinct shouts in the background of Bones' mic pickup.]

I'll look into the casualty lists when I get to the hospital. Make sure you don't go adding to them, I wouldn't want to miss my chance at getting that thing out of your neck.

[femshep]

'Blondie's not a baked good.

[ Your argument is invalid. Also, cut the bullshit--that was the last joke Shepard's in any mood to make until her people are accounted for. ]

It'll take something a hell of a lot bigger to take me down. [ Even though she actually has very limited knowledge of what it even is. ] I appreciate the help, though.

[damn_it_jim]

[Blondies are totally baked goods, but Bones' erratic sense of humour is already thin, and no further critiques are forthcoming.]

Don't get cocky, you remind me of my captain when you do that. But I'll look into what I can find for you. Try to stay alive to hear it.

[With that, he signs off. There's triage to tend to and the dying to tally.]

[femshep]

I'll do my best.