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maskormenacelogs2014-11-20 06:04 pm
darkpants_warmfeeling) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-11-20 06:04 pm
When they finally come to destroy the Earth
WHO: Jacob Taylor, Kaidan Alenko and Thane Krios (single thread)
WHERE: Alaska: Operation Iron Wall camp
WHEN: Evening, backdated to earlier in the month while Samara is a ‘guest’ of the Soviet Navy during negotiations.
WHAT: A Normandy crewmate is a Communist hostage, supposedly as a temporary measure. Jacob is not pleased.
WARNINGS: Probably none
Samara was somewhere out there now, aboard one of the Soviet battleships lurking somewhere just over the horizon. Standing on a bluff with one hand shielding his eyes against the orange glow of a setting Sun, Jacob shook his head. He didn’t like this at all.
It wasn’t even that he and Samara were especially close. He hadn’t gotten to know her that well aboard the Normandy, and it wasn’t as though she was the easiest person to befriend. She had spent so much of her time between missions meditating in the observation lounge, still as a statue, silent unless approached, offering little except calm politeness in conversation. And for his part, Jacob’s policy had been to focus on his own duties instead of trying to chat up everyone on the ship like certain superior officers he could name.
But she was part of the crew. They had fought side by side. They had done something impossible together, following Shepard through the crucible of the Collector Base, covering each other’s backs against hopeless odds. Samara had stood tall and unflappable through the worst of it, never blinking in the face of Husk swarms and Collector assassins. Giving someone like that up to the Soviets for the sake of political negotiations didn’t sit right with Jacob.
Jacob did know that there was nothing that he could do at this point, that Samara’s fate was out of his hands unless a rescue mission was ordered. He also knew that there were few creatures in the Galaxy who could handle being a hostage as well as the Justicar could. But with his chores at the camp finished for now, there was little to divert his energy from his frustrations beyond checking the same traps for the fiftieth time or carrying out another patrol of the empty Alaskan landscape. Which left the bluff, and the horizon, and staring off into the sunset- wondering.
WHERE: Alaska: Operation Iron Wall camp
WHEN: Evening, backdated to earlier in the month while Samara is a ‘guest’ of the Soviet Navy during negotiations.
WHAT: A Normandy crewmate is a Communist hostage, supposedly as a temporary measure. Jacob is not pleased.
WARNINGS: Probably none
Samara was somewhere out there now, aboard one of the Soviet battleships lurking somewhere just over the horizon. Standing on a bluff with one hand shielding his eyes against the orange glow of a setting Sun, Jacob shook his head. He didn’t like this at all.
It wasn’t even that he and Samara were especially close. He hadn’t gotten to know her that well aboard the Normandy, and it wasn’t as though she was the easiest person to befriend. She had spent so much of her time between missions meditating in the observation lounge, still as a statue, silent unless approached, offering little except calm politeness in conversation. And for his part, Jacob’s policy had been to focus on his own duties instead of trying to chat up everyone on the ship like certain superior officers he could name.
But she was part of the crew. They had fought side by side. They had done something impossible together, following Shepard through the crucible of the Collector Base, covering each other’s backs against hopeless odds. Samara had stood tall and unflappable through the worst of it, never blinking in the face of Husk swarms and Collector assassins. Giving someone like that up to the Soviets for the sake of political negotiations didn’t sit right with Jacob.
Jacob did know that there was nothing that he could do at this point, that Samara’s fate was out of his hands unless a rescue mission was ordered. He also knew that there were few creatures in the Galaxy who could handle being a hostage as well as the Justicar could. But with his chores at the camp finished for now, there was little to divert his energy from his frustrations beyond checking the same traps for the fiftieth time or carrying out another patrol of the empty Alaskan landscape. Which left the bluff, and the horizon, and staring off into the sunset- wondering.