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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.
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He nodded at Kaidan's comment. I seemed to be a show of force, of what the Russians were willing to do. They felt threatened, and with good reason. Perhaps this wouldn't need to turn to bloodshed. They had offered armistice and the ImPorts had accepted.
He could pray for a peaceful resolution. He'd seen enough fighting.
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"In a fair fight against infantry? We'd kick ass. We've all seen what the General's got prepared up there. But if you factor the battleships in..." He lowered his head for a moment. "I was on the beach just after those salvoes landed. I saw some of the wounded. They never had a chance out there. With firepower like that, Samara busting loose inside the fleet might be our best bet at surviving. Again, let's hope it doesn't come to that."
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Well, it was never easy to see people get outclassed that greatly, was it?
"We'll find a way, won't we? Hopefully once Samara's back, she'll have...something. Maybe she'll get some information while she's trapped. Overhear something, or maybe see something."
They could always hope, after all.
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It occurred to him that life with Shepard quickly acclimated anyone around him to living on the prospect of chance, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at the thought. The Commander certainly had a way of making everything more interesting. The assault on the Collector base hadn't been how he'd planned to spend his remaining days, but with everything they'd accomplished, everything they'd been through, he was grateful for the opportunity to be a part of it.
That, and it all made the events here pale in comparison. The though brought confidence to the assassin's shoulders and he looked between the two men.
"With Shepard, we have accomplished the impossible before. We all returned from what was supposed to have been a suicide mission. If anyone can figure out a way for a handful of ground troops to stave off an oceanic invasion, it's him."
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He looked back with his face resolved. "Look, there's no point brooding out here like this. All worrying accomplishes is getting us cold and stressed. I'm headed back to the camp. Maybe somebody needs help keeping the fire fresh. Anyone want to come with?"
Samara could take care of herself. Jacob had known that before, but now he was accepting it and was ready to move on until the situation changed and action was needed. His ability to process stuff like this was one of his powers almost as much as his biotics were.