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

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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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