gwenpool
she deserved better
Urdnot Wrex, Lord Asriel Belacqua and Stelmaria
The krogan, the king, and the snow leopard dæmon were both present at the morning Utopian meeting, the krogan standing idly in the back of the room, by the wall and tables. Asriel entered with Stelmaria, handing the krogan one of the two cups of coffee in his hands. Wrex gave a dutiful nod, taking it as the human joined his listening.
"He's been getting more concerned with security," Wrex commented quietly to Asriel, a sort of under his breath tone.
"Well, an attack would do that," responded Asriel, not as concerned with it as the krogan. For him, this just meant a safer place to continue his work, "but I'll admit, there's a way this could turn to an unhealthy progression." Stelmaria thought on how it was already unsavory to leave Utopia.
"Defunding the military was a good choice," Stelmaria stated.
"True," said Asriel, "it's not like we need one."
"What if there's another attack?" Urdnot Wrex countered. He wasn't here for it, but saw the aftermath, "I don't know what the hell that was about."
"Legally, an attack on Utopia is an attack on Singapore," Stelmaria answered, "their military would be one to respond." Wrex remembered now one of the originally terms of this land; they couldn't have an official military. So it made sense that Rex Texas would be so on edge on preventing people marching around with weapons and military vehicles.
"Shame about Liberty Prime, though," reckoned Asriel.
"Yea, he's in need of a home as good as anyone else," Wrex shrugged. He knew of creatures like Legion, who despite robotics were alive all the same, though it took a lot for him to realize it, "well, worse comes to worse, there's always our mix-up of misfits to take down whatever comes."
Zadruch Vohn and Pepper
"Whatever happens, I hope to be a continent away from the fallout," Zadruch responded honestly, "I can only assume everyone and their mother is working on a solution, and I'd imagine I'd hear about one eventually. Still unsure whether I want to go back or not."
"You're a real hero, sir," Pepper commented as he appeared to lead them in their path, which prompted Zadruch to stop.
"How much farther until we're out, Pepper?" asked Zadruch, ignoring the Ghost's harsh synthetic tongue.
"8.4 miles, as long as you don't take any detours," the Ghost responded dutifully.
"Well then, I guess it's up to you whether you want to camp for now or not," Zadruch said, "we've bound to be out of any monstrous territories -- at least I hope, for now." He still thought of what his Ghost said. Zadruch wouldn't lie to himself -- there's a sort of calm to being in this world, where your duties and obligations can't haunt you. Former duties and obligations. Here, it felt more comfortable to be emotionally distant to what happened before. As for Jack, he wondered what a time it was for this man, but never tried to pressure those he came across. Most any company was good company right now.
Samara, Ushukih Kiuk
"I cannot condone what you are doing," Samara said solemnly, detached instantly, "I hope you stay far away, so that my Oath of Servitude does not compel me to kill you." Anyone in the Taskforce does not have the right to enter this country, so hopefully Samara would never have to witness aggression that would result in the Asari having to kill by her Code. But he left all the same, leaving Samara once again in her quiet existence. After some time had passed, Samara found herself at the door of the Drell woman Ushukih Kiuk. After knocking only once, the Asari heard the magnetic lock click.
"Come in, Samara," said the distant trilled voice of Ushukih. There was no one at the door to greet Samara, so she presumed she must have cameras and a cloud-based system to unlock the door. She found Ushukih glancing over some papers, in a circular chair that hung from the ceiling, looking pleased with herself. The lime-colored Drell seemed to jump in her expression when she saw the expected Asari, and tucked the papers away.
"Sorry, that was just... really exciting stuff. Very juicy. Dramatic," Ushukih said, reading over the very same files that Rorke had, which she had acquired very illegally. She found it very curious that one who so quickly found Utopia disregarded it so quickly for the Taskforce. Not that she judged.
"Do not worry, I have had my share of the dramatic for some time," assured Samara monotonously, unaware that the files Ushukih read were of the same man she just watched depart, "I am here because I would like to spar again."
"Oh! Yea, sure!" Ushukih said with some surprise, and quick enthusiasm. The Drell lived for competition, so having such a powerful opponent as an Asari Justicar was fantastic. And Samara also felt a fair opponent in the Drell, who even without biotic abilities could stand a chance, due to her seemingly endless knowledge on hand-to-hand self-defense. She wondered where a Drell of her galaxy found the training for that, because it was not from a style she recognized.
"Throw whatever you've got at me, Samara," Ushukih said playfully, "but if you hurt my good looks, I'll bring out my bow." The two started across her home, to her back lot.
Starflight
"New recruits look good to me," Starflight commented, letting his words be transcribed on his monitor as he stood up tall behind his desk, "uh, maybe don't send Liberty Prime on any scouting missions or patrols outside of the base. He seems like a very...mmm.... 'lethal' kinda guy, and I still want us to stay below the minimum casualty threshold." The plans for the new prison layout were coming along fine. He took his longing for safety and tried to imbue that feeling in his designs. More a settlement than a prison; he took his trace ideas of Utopia as inspiration.
Widowmaker
Now that she was mission-less for the moment, Amélie had hidden herself in the furthermost room of Morocco's little base. There, when she detected she was alone, even going as far as to infra-red scan for any nearby individuals, she removed her visor and placed it next to her rifle, which leaned up against the wall. All things considered, despite its lack of recent upkeep, the architecture was artful, and even down here the floors were lined with orange and pale mosaic tiling, though somewhat battered. One could tell she used this room frequently, because the few non-combat items she owned were already here, small and few between. One such thing was a record player, on the old wooden dining table. The record was already placed, so she started it, and Tous les garçons et les filles started to play. Using the rhythm as a guide, she started to go through the simple starting moves of her ballet training, progressively going into her more advanced reps before finally beginning to morph into dancing the same moves as her final night's performance -- the final night of her past life, when she was still Amélie, the famed ballet dancer.
The krogan, the king, and the snow leopard dæmon were both present at the morning Utopian meeting, the krogan standing idly in the back of the room, by the wall and tables. Asriel entered with Stelmaria, handing the krogan one of the two cups of coffee in his hands. Wrex gave a dutiful nod, taking it as the human joined his listening.
"He's been getting more concerned with security," Wrex commented quietly to Asriel, a sort of under his breath tone.
"Well, an attack would do that," responded Asriel, not as concerned with it as the krogan. For him, this just meant a safer place to continue his work, "but I'll admit, there's a way this could turn to an unhealthy progression." Stelmaria thought on how it was already unsavory to leave Utopia.
"Defunding the military was a good choice," Stelmaria stated.
"True," said Asriel, "it's not like we need one."
"What if there's another attack?" Urdnot Wrex countered. He wasn't here for it, but saw the aftermath, "I don't know what the hell that was about."
"Legally, an attack on Utopia is an attack on Singapore," Stelmaria answered, "their military would be one to respond." Wrex remembered now one of the originally terms of this land; they couldn't have an official military. So it made sense that Rex Texas would be so on edge on preventing people marching around with weapons and military vehicles.
"Shame about Liberty Prime, though," reckoned Asriel.
"Yea, he's in need of a home as good as anyone else," Wrex shrugged. He knew of creatures like Legion, who despite robotics were alive all the same, though it took a lot for him to realize it, "well, worse comes to worse, there's always our mix-up of misfits to take down whatever comes."
Zadruch Vohn and Pepper
"Whatever happens, I hope to be a continent away from the fallout," Zadruch responded honestly, "I can only assume everyone and their mother is working on a solution, and I'd imagine I'd hear about one eventually. Still unsure whether I want to go back or not."
"You're a real hero, sir," Pepper commented as he appeared to lead them in their path, which prompted Zadruch to stop.
"How much farther until we're out, Pepper?" asked Zadruch, ignoring the Ghost's harsh synthetic tongue.
"8.4 miles, as long as you don't take any detours," the Ghost responded dutifully.
"Well then, I guess it's up to you whether you want to camp for now or not," Zadruch said, "we've bound to be out of any monstrous territories -- at least I hope, for now." He still thought of what his Ghost said. Zadruch wouldn't lie to himself -- there's a sort of calm to being in this world, where your duties and obligations can't haunt you. Former duties and obligations. Here, it felt more comfortable to be emotionally distant to what happened before. As for Jack, he wondered what a time it was for this man, but never tried to pressure those he came across. Most any company was good company right now.
Samara, Ushukih Kiuk
"I cannot condone what you are doing," Samara said solemnly, detached instantly, "I hope you stay far away, so that my Oath of Servitude does not compel me to kill you." Anyone in the Taskforce does not have the right to enter this country, so hopefully Samara would never have to witness aggression that would result in the Asari having to kill by her Code. But he left all the same, leaving Samara once again in her quiet existence. After some time had passed, Samara found herself at the door of the Drell woman Ushukih Kiuk. After knocking only once, the Asari heard the magnetic lock click.
"Come in, Samara," said the distant trilled voice of Ushukih. There was no one at the door to greet Samara, so she presumed she must have cameras and a cloud-based system to unlock the door. She found Ushukih glancing over some papers, in a circular chair that hung from the ceiling, looking pleased with herself. The lime-colored Drell seemed to jump in her expression when she saw the expected Asari, and tucked the papers away.
"Sorry, that was just... really exciting stuff. Very juicy. Dramatic," Ushukih said, reading over the very same files that Rorke had, which she had acquired very illegally. She found it very curious that one who so quickly found Utopia disregarded it so quickly for the Taskforce. Not that she judged.
"Do not worry, I have had my share of the dramatic for some time," assured Samara monotonously, unaware that the files Ushukih read were of the same man she just watched depart, "I am here because I would like to spar again."
"Oh! Yea, sure!" Ushukih said with some surprise, and quick enthusiasm. The Drell lived for competition, so having such a powerful opponent as an Asari Justicar was fantastic. And Samara also felt a fair opponent in the Drell, who even without biotic abilities could stand a chance, due to her seemingly endless knowledge on hand-to-hand self-defense. She wondered where a Drell of her galaxy found the training for that, because it was not from a style she recognized.
"Throw whatever you've got at me, Samara," Ushukih said playfully, "but if you hurt my good looks, I'll bring out my bow." The two started across her home, to her back lot.
Starflight
"New recruits look good to me," Starflight commented, letting his words be transcribed on his monitor as he stood up tall behind his desk, "uh, maybe don't send Liberty Prime on any scouting missions or patrols outside of the base. He seems like a very...mmm.... 'lethal' kinda guy, and I still want us to stay below the minimum casualty threshold." The plans for the new prison layout were coming along fine. He took his longing for safety and tried to imbue that feeling in his designs. More a settlement than a prison; he took his trace ideas of Utopia as inspiration.
Widowmaker
Now that she was mission-less for the moment, Amélie had hidden herself in the furthermost room of Morocco's little base. There, when she detected she was alone, even going as far as to infra-red scan for any nearby individuals, she removed her visor and placed it next to her rifle, which leaned up against the wall. All things considered, despite its lack of recent upkeep, the architecture was artful, and even down here the floors were lined with orange and pale mosaic tiling, though somewhat battered. One could tell she used this room frequently, because the few non-combat items she owned were already here, small and few between. One such thing was a record player, on the old wooden dining table. The record was already placed, so she started it, and Tous les garçons et les filles started to play. Using the rhythm as a guide, she started to go through the simple starting moves of her ballet training, progressively going into her more advanced reps before finally beginning to morph into dancing the same moves as her final night's performance -- the final night of her past life, when she was still Amélie, the famed ballet dancer.
