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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.]

audio;

Jul. 4th, 2012 11:13 pm
lehnsherr: (some kind of sick tasteless joke)
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[for once, it's an audio message. he prefers not to make them simply because it makes it easier to track him. but this time, he wants to take that risk, regardless of any negative attention it might bring. that's partly the point of this

he isn't at "home", for once. instead he's off alone, taking another look around the remains, having already knock down a few buildings that he consider uninhabitable. but it's the smell that's prompted this message. the stench of rotting and burned flesh that brings back memories he'd sooner ignore right now

this really isn't something he particularly wants to do. but with only three five mutants here, he knows there isn't much of a choice any more. not when he knows he's the only one of their little group who'd willingly kill others if they're a threat. it's his job to make sure they stay safe, even if it means having to work with the humans here]


We have...lost a number of those amongst us over the past few months; both native to this land and not. More recently of course, a fire and a stampede a to blame, and once again we were caught off-guard. It seems to be a recurring theme here, regardless of whatever attempts at preparing ourselves we have made.

[and that doesn't include those they've lost by being brought here in the first place]

A certain member of our non-native population previously suggested that we group together. That organisation is needed. I'm sure that this past week has helped to reiterate that fact.

[yes, he's talking about you shepard. but no, he's not using names openly on this network]

Damage control is needed, at the very least. A defence would be better. Something to protect those here against whatever dangers make themselves apparent next.

[but that's not the part he most interested in. he's never been a pacifist. that's charles' job]

And to those willing to take the risks needed, an offensive team. We need to prepare ourselves, however possible. The Authorities will continue to hold the power in this situation until we take it from them. We need to be ready to fight.

Whichever path you choose, the important thing to remember is that there isn't a single person here capable of doing that single-handedly.

[one last pause and-]

You're not alone. Not unless you choose to be.


[locked to charles;]

[this message gets added on a while later, and somewhat reluctantly. sometimes you just need to man up and talk to your bff when something is wrong]

Can you hear me?

[it's as close as he's getting to asking charles to listen in to his thoughts this time]
pepperspray: (hold the phone)
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[It's definitely a smart phone. It's definitely not her own. But, this one has signal and the other one doesn't, and she's just gotten herself out of one pod to find that she's surrounded by thousands of them. If there's anyone who knows what's going on...]

Tony?

[To most ears, she sounds carefully neutral. Calm, if you miss the little quaver that underpins the words.]

What's going on? Is it the chitauri? Is this--

[She ends the audio call on that, returning a couple moments later in the form of a video of a slender woman in a good quality business suit -- somewhere late-20th or early 21st century by its cut, and conservative enough to really fit any time that women are wearing modern suits. The backdrop is still the ship and she sems a lot more composed.]

I'm not sure who's out there, but if anyone can tell me what's going on here, I'd appreciate it. Was there another invasion attempt?

[audio]

Jun. 25th, 2012 03:02 am
yankeedoodle: (ev'ry gain divine)
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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. :)]

femshep: (action - scoped)
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[She's seeing too many new faces and missing too many old ones. Something tells her she should start from the top.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy SR2.

If you know who I am, report in. I want to see who's still around.

If you don't, it might be a good time to say hello.

[But enough of the meet-and-greet.]

I need a couple of favors.

I need food and water, I need a sitrep, I need a runner who wouldn't mind spending a few hours on the ship, and-...

[One sec, she's switching to video, and aiming it at what appears to be a moderate-sized triceratops, enclosed in a rather large blue dome (no, not the same kind of dome as the one on the horizon, keep your pants on).]

I need to know what the hell this thing eats. Bonus points if you'll supply it.

[The video turns off, and there's a pause. Does she need anything else? Nothing's coming to mind, so:]

I can pay you in weapons and ammo, or we can figure out something else.

[Another pause--she's done with that. Then, as a brief afternote:]

Kaidan, Liara, are you busy?
standsentinel: (Default)
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[The video opens with the sort of grainy footage that happens when you're training a camera on a holographic image recording. Kaidan's omni-tool, and therefore Kaidan's arm, is in the frame and is showing a high-angled shot of what happens when two styracosaurs, survivors of a panicked herd aimed at the barrier, get past the Outer Authorities and collide with the dome:

They actually get halfway through it, before it stops them. Messily.]


So, there's that piece of news for you folks -- I'd say hold off on any personal experimentation, because failure looks damn' unpleasant, but it looks like the dome isn't as impenetrable as all that. I'm not speculating which variable in F = ma is the critical one, but it's something to look into.

I know we lost people to this, and nothing makes up for that, never does, but at least we've gotten something out of it in turn.

I've been doing some scouting, and with all the losses and changes, I was hoping I could get a specific sort of head count. If you've got any experience with electronics, specifically the 20th century tech level we're working with here, although earlier'd be fine too, ping me or come find me -- Shepard will know where I'm at if you can't.

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