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Modifié par The Red Shadow, 28 février 2015 - 02:12 .
(Removed do too double post)
Modifié par The Red Shadow, 28 février 2015 - 02:12 .
Babe winced a bit at hearing about the cybernetic replacements, "I'm impressed if you've been able to keep your good humor over such terrible things. If you've been through that kind of pain and come out the other side, you've got my admiration. I was in the Alliance too, artillery at first, then the big guns...meaning ship guns. Never looked back at what I did, but I have to be honest...I'm really not best at taking orders. And...I had to put up with a lot of bulls**t without a lot of avenues to resolve them. So when my term was up, I was done....well, let me be a bit more straight about that. My term was up because I basically just ditched the Alliance on Calleston. Captain Stone gave us a chance to leave with her on the Medusa and I didn't have to think twice about it. So I am now officially a refuge from the law. A deserter."
Babe drew inward emotionally for a moment. "I'm...sorry if that gives you a bad impression of me. I just...well, I had enough. And...this is my life."
At that point, the two women entered the galley. Each table was covered in a red and white checkered cloth, and set with china.
"Whoa," Babe exclaimed, and what was left of her blowpop dropped out of her open mouth. No one was around, it seemed, and when Babe recovered from her reaction, she leaned into the galley and shouted, "Hello!"
There was no answer.
"Come on, I wouldn't be surprised if the lady in charge isn't walking back the way we came with a cart of tea for the bridge. We can find something in the pantry, I'm sure." Without waiting, Babe went to the back, where the stoves were and past. She saw pastries in various stages of being hand made, and noted one of the large ovens was on, with an apparent roast inside cooking visible through the glass front. Babe headed back until she found the door to the pantry where ready to make foodstuffs were stored.
Babe turned the lights on full. She stepped in, and started rifling through boxes that were perfectly stacked until she touched them. There were biscuit boxes, cereal boxes, napkins...nothing that really satisfied her. Then Babe spotted something she wanted on a shelf up high. She grabbed a nearby ladder-stool, got up on its last step, and stretched her full body to get what she was looking for. Her fingers tapped a box and barely moved it on the very tall shelf. She tried again, saying to Yori, "Can you give me a boost or something?"
"S-sure..." A tinge of pink endowed her cheeks as she walked over to her "Um... Would this do?" She bent down a bit and intertwined her fingers creating a somewhat solid surface for babe to step on.
Babe looked down from her position atop the ladder stool, studied Yori for a minute, and laughed. "Honey, that's not going to do. I'm up here. Besides, I'm not going to put a booted heel into your palm. Just get up behind me and, I don't know, help me balance by pushing on my legs or my butt or something."
Yori's face went completely red "B-B-But!" She shook her head and closed her eyes not wanting to look as she put her hands out to hold the woman up her her hands reached just about to her butt ready to catch her if she lost balance.
She gulped and the ankles of her cybernetic Legs began to extend giving her a height boost and she pushed on Babe's Butt to push her up more. Even though Yori's face was flushed bright Red.
"Okay, cool!" Babe exclaimed, as she got a good hold on the bad and made contact with the container.
The ladder-stool began to wobble.
"Okay, not cool!" Babe barely had time to exclaim as the ladder-stool went out sideways from under her and she fell. Which might have been fine minus a bruise or two if she hadn't gotten such a good hold on the bag. The large, light brown bag came off the high shelf, spilling white powder as it went. When it hit the floor, just after Babe's collapse, it exploded filling the place in a fog of white and enveloping the two women.
Coughing inside the white powder cloud, Babe called out, "Flour!"
Yori acted quickly and caught Babe with only inches to the floor "You alright??" She exclaimed within the flour-screen of white dust, so to speak.
"Hey man, these are cool and all, but--" Frank winced, while pulling at the hand attached to his throat. He gave it a good yank, and pulled it free. "Bastard!" There were red marks on each side of his neck where the fingers had been.
"Anyways, back to what I was saying..." Frank proceeded to straighten out the fingers. "They're just a little long, you know?" He pressed the palm of the geth hand up against his. "See what I mean? If I picked my nose with one of these bad boys, I'd scramble my brain!" He made a derp face. "You got anything, I dunno, a bit more human, maybe?"
"ok for a while you will need to realy think abour useing them. after a while its like rideing a bike." She semi instructed frank in her own experiance.
" micro waffers will pickup neuro transmitters and read the instructions as corrisponding actions. just dont go flipping the bird or anything."
"when i lost my own limbs tech wasnt this advanced. i pritty mutch just has some beige plastic and a few implanted microchips. yeah they realy lookafter there own. and to yhink i was an N7 hopefull."
...at Kolme's Place
For the first time, as Frank flashed his hand, Molly saw he was missing digits. "Aw, Frank," she tsked in sympathy. "What did you get yourself into?"
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...on the Medusa
The cloud of flour was still settling. Babe realized she hadn't hit the floor because of Yori's catch. Even though the woman was taller than babe, she still seemed rather strong for her size. Babe blinked several times at Yori.
"Thanks," Babe said embarrassedly. It was a fine mess. The large exploding back of flour coated the two women head to toe in white, except for pink at the edge of their eyelids. Babe tried to brush the flour off her shapely arms, serving only to toss more of it into the air and add to their covering. For a few seconds she was quiet from her surprise. Then she laughed out loud, coughing as she did, and blowing forth another cloud from her mouth.
Watching Yori move the flour off her with biotics caused Babe to raise an eyebrow. "That's pretty convenient," she remarked, then noticed Yori's face red in embarrassment. Misreading exactly why, Babe chuckled and brushed her forehead off (which, again, only served to throw more flour everywhere). "Hey, at least you weren't the klutz who fell! Sorry about that, I really thought I had it."
Babe peered up at the shelf, where she had spotted the container. It was now hidden from view. "I swear I saw a clear plastic container with baked cupcakes in it. Or something that looked delicious. I guess the chef has a thing for tea and pastries.
Two and two added together in Babe's mind and her eyes went wide. She looked around at the mess. "Oh. Somebody's probably going to be pretty mad about this...."
"Oh, just a little shootout. It was no big deal, really. Standard Omega procedure." Frank rubbed at his hand. "To be honest, I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier. Working for the boss can be a little sketchy at times, you know?"
Working for the boss.
Spectre.
Mols.
Working with a Spectre.
The whole 'working for your spectre' thing finally clicked.
"Oh. My. God. Mols! We're on the same team now."
Molly tsked again, but this time in pity for herself. "Yeah, that's so great..."
Even Frank was able to perceive Molly's lack of enthusiasm.
Ouch. Feelings.
"Yeah. At least I kinda thought so..." He mumbled, looking down at the geth hand while idly manipulating its fingers.
"Okay, come on, mister dish it out but can't take it. Give me that hand." Without warning, Molly grabbed Frank's wounded arm by the wrist and turned it up so she could get a good look at the wounds. She twisted her mouth in sympathy again as she looked long and hard at it. "Was this some sort of freak accident? Or were you running into a hail of bullets so to speak. I know you a little bit, Frank, and maybe I'm wrong, but I feel like I can read you like a book. Did you kind of lose yourself maybe? You know, think you were a krogan or something for a minute?"
"I stuck my arm out of cover for a second." Frank answered. "I wish I had some big heroic story about how I lost my fingers, but I don't." He shrugged.
There was that whole mech thing...
"I do however have some security cam footage that's pretty exciting. At least it should be, I haven't watched it yet."
"Oh you should put it on extranets funniest videos. get your self 50 credits. " Rachel joked looking at her own cheap prostetics.
why hadnt she ever upgraded her own body? it all went into the suit. she guarentead that some Shrink would have an answer.
"Extra oregano, affirmative! I see we have the cheese, too. Spices here..." Babe was rifling through the shelves now, pulling items out and stacking them unceremoniously on a counter. "If you want a hand in making this I have no problem. I was going to make it for us both but I'm all about learning new things. Hmmn, I don't see any vodka. There's got to be a liquor cabinet or something. Maybe you could hunt it down?"