19 May 2014 @ 04:23 pm
[Round 6] Second Story Excerpt Post  

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the ways of tea and failure: rvb carolina badass[personal profile] hokuton_punch on May 19th, 2014 09:55 pm (UTC)
Huzzah! \o/

Fandoms: Marathon and Red vs. Blue
Contains: Durandal's ego. (Haha as if any mere mortal word-box could contain THAT.)

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"And what about your - companion?" the Director said, leaning slightly closer to the com board.

"What about him? He spent three days fighting Covenant; he can take a break for once."

"With respect," the Counselor said, "we have gone to no small effort to retrieve your ship and granted you the use of some very expensive equipment. Not to mention -"

"Of course. The price of the free lunch." Carolina's shoulders tensed slightly, but Durandal didn't sound annoyed - at least, not more annoyed than he usually seemed to be. "Fine, in addition to my help with the ambush, I'll graciously loan you his services in destroying alien pests in return for the continued use of your precious armor while we're here and those engine repairs that Agent Carolina mentioned. Considering his skills, that's more than a fair deal."

"Is it?" the Director said. "You talk a big game, Durandal, but in this war it's actions and results that matter. Before we commit to anything, I'd like to test Mr. Hammer's so-called skills myself."
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sunling: thread[personal profile] sunling on May 20th, 2014 09:26 pm (UTC)
Fandom: Mass Effect 3

What dis?: A mission fic set after Priority: Rannoch. Eventual Tali/Garrus.

Snippet contains: Incipient violence?

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The memory--sensory recording, whatever it is--stops dead. The earlier, silvery view of the consensus blinks across Garrus's vision, and then he is back in his body, back in his armour, his HUD indicating elevated pulse and spiking stress. Tali's voice cleaves the rush of his senses returning.

"They're breaching the door!"

The Mantis. He grabs at his right and the rifle is there, in his hand as he shakes off the confusion. In a shimmer of purple, Tali's combat drone buzzes away to the right, where the door leading out of the room is located.

A second ago he was in the form of another creature. Now, he watches the door jolt back and forth, a gap visible where the side of it has been peeled away from the electromagnetic lock by sheer main effort.

"Garrus?" Tali is priming a proximity mine, crouched over the task. "Do you--?"

"Right here." He grips the rifle needlessly hard, as if the exertion could ground him. "What's going on?"

"I can't get the hatch open," she hisses. "We're boxed in here. Something's coming through."

"I found the data." As little as he wanted to go in, now a part of him screams that the job is only half done. "It's not just a recording, Tali, it's... a memory. If geth have memories. A perfect replication of..."

Get a grip, Vakarian.

The door is flung wide by a taloned hand shoved into the crack, and the brute is in the room with them.

Edited 2014-05-20 09:27 pm (UTC)
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