Everyone needs to shut the **** up right now and get back to Tali. Repostan because, hey, **** you.
*Zaeed throws another knife, the blade landing just shy of it's intended target. Shepard stands to his right, leaning up against the desk.*
Zaeed: So... The quarian?
Shepard: How could you tell?
*Zaeed shrugs, tilting his head towards the security monitors.*
Zaeed: You notice these things when you get about my age.
*Shepard grins, crossing his arms. The two soldiers share a long silence.*
Zaeed: She's good in a fight, I'll give her that much.
*Shepard shakes his head before standing upright and continuing out of the Starboard Cargo Area.*
Shepard: Talk to you later, Zaeed.
*Zaeed leans back against the wall, the silence his only companion. With a flex of his fingers, his omni-tool flares. Bringing it up, he deftly works the holographic keys until a pic is shown. A much younger man hefts a familiar assault rifle over his shoulder, a man with less scars and a good eye. One tattooed arm is holds a quarian female by the waist, her diamond-like eyes visible under a pale blue visor. Zaeed sighs.*
Zaeed: Treat her good, Shepard...
Modifié par Lividity Jones, 28 juin 2010 - 03:20 .