[ open log with york ]

[neverknocks]

who. agent york and YOU!!
what. fightin' adjutants and tryin' to survive during the event
where. anywhere in zeta district
when. all during the event -- friday, saturday, and sunday!
warnings. violence, probably!

[ Well, there's one thing York can say for Omega so far, and that's that the place is never boring. At Sacrosanct, things could go quiet and dull for weeks on end, but here, there's always something going on. And while she'd rather it were something a little less deadly, she'll take what she can get.

She has to be careful here, because there aren't any teleporters they'll pop back out from if they die. Here, they've only got one life. So she's being about as careful as she can stand to be, always leaving the apartment clad in full armor and well-armed. She doesn't know how many of these things there are roaming around out here, but there are plenty to kill, that's for sure. Besides which, she knows there have to be folks out there who can't defend themselves -- and okay, York doesn't really consider herself a hero or anything, but she figures as long as she's out here shooting these things she might as well be doing some good.

She can be found around the district at varying points over the weekend, either keeping the adjutants from getting too close to her and Wash's apartment, or venturing out to other areas to do a little pest control. She'll be happy to temporarily team up with anyone else out shooting adjutants, and to save anyone who might need it -- or if your character is more the type to do the saving, feel free. York needs her ass saved once in a while, too. ]

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[techburst]

[.. yeah, that's one thing she can say about omega, too. and it's never in a good way, really - because there's always going to be some kind of trouble going on, and unfortunately, this is no exception.

she's been keeping up with as much as she can, because these things are hideous - she's heard about them, heard about what happened to the station during the cerberus invasion, and while she'd assumed everything had been taken care of, apparently it isn't the case.

benji runs into york as she's shooting at a group of them, cloaking silently and getting right into the middle of them - and then it's slash, slash, slash with her sword and they all go down in lifeless, disgusting lumps. when she de-cloaks, it's with a slight shimmer that york will probably barely see before there's a small woman standing in front of her in full armor.

she places her sword at her back and looks down at the pile of bodies she's left, scowling behind the safety of her visor.] Ugh .. and I thought husks were disgusting.

[neverknocks]

Son of a bitch --

[ York's dealt with her fair share of spooks, but nothing like that. She starts a little, but only for a second, firing off a burst at another adjutant that's still dragging its feet. It goes down, and they've got a little breathing room. ]

Jesus, you're fast.

[ Not that York isn't glad to see her. She could use a hand with these things. ]

Thanks for the assist, though. What the hell's a husk?

[techburst]

[once they have a little bit of breathing room, benji pauses enough to take one - a nice, deep thing that she can feel all the way to her diaphragm and then lets go with a slow whoosh. she shakes her head, checking the magazine on her pistol to make sure she has enough rounds to last her for another swarm of the ugly things.]

Kinda have to be fast in my class. [she offers the information in a sort of flat tone, but don't mistake it for unfriendliness; she's just used to taking care of what needs taking care of first before she allows for anything else.] Husks are .. kind of like these things only not glowing blue and they only care about killing you instead of trying to turn you into what they are.

[husks can't turn people, anyway .. only the collectors can do that.]

[neverknocks]

[ York blanches a little at that, shaking her head quickly. Nooooo thank you. Something about Benji's businesslike tone reminds her a little of Carolina, almost. She eyes Benji's armor almost enviously. ]

Glad at least one of us is that quick, then. This armor packs a punch, but it's a little lacking in the finesse department, if y'know what I mean. And talk about a total lack of panache. Anyway, I'm York. Got a name, sister, or should I just call you spook?

[techburst]

[she isn't paying attention to york checking out her armor. and she wouldn't have understood the connection between her attitude and the other agent, just because she didn't know her. but she was pretty much nothing but business. you didn't get to being an n7 with anything else.

she tilts her head to the side, amused at what the other says about her amor.] You should see about getting a replacement suit, then. I'm pretty sure you could find soemone on Omega that has something to your liking.

Call me whatever you want, but most people call me Benji. Or Major, if they're in my squad. York .. that a nickname, or what?

[neverknocks]

You kiddin'? I've had my eye on a new suit since the week I got here. It's just a matter of credits at this point.

[ But soon, with any luck, she'd have some cash coming her way. And if they were smart and didn't get caught, she'd even get to keep it.

She gives Benji something of a lazy salute, a grin in her voice. ]

Major. It's kind of a code name. Not that I'm part of the Project anymore, but it kinda stuck.

[ She shrugs indifferently. ]

Don't really have much of a rank to speak of these days, but you can call me Natalie, if you want. Think I'm just used to hearin' York at this point.

[techburst]

[she gives a small laugh at that.] I guess I can't blame you .. that does look a little bulky. How can you even move around in a suit like that? [it's an honest question, really, because york's armor looks like it weight a metric ton and she can't imagine having such restricted movement as she thinks a suit like that would offer.

and that lazy salute just makes her shake her head.] Like I said, it's only Major if you're in my squad, which you clearly aren't .. so call me Benji. My sister calls me Benj, so I answer to that, too.

[project, huh .. she's pretty interested in knowing more about this, but she doesn't think right now is the best time to start asking questions. there's no telling when there might be another group of adjutants coming right at them.] I'll call you whatever you want to be called - but I have to say, Natalie is a very pretty name. I have a Fury on my team with the very same one .. I've always liked it.

[calibrating]

[If anyone knows the scuzziest parts of Omega, it's Garrus, and here he is, prowling along the catwalks, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone stupidly brave enough to try and fight these things, or anyone with enough bad luck to get caught in their path]

[So when he sees a somewhat familiar set of armor (it takes him a moment to place it), he can't help a small grin of sorts]

Going at it alone? I take back everything else-- you're definitely crazy. Just in a different way.

[Not that he doubts her capability, getting a good look at her equipment. Seriously York, you look like you pack a punch]

[neverknocks]

[ Oh, she can definitely pack a punch. Any soldier worth her salt can shoot a target, but York boxes. Hand-to-hand is kind of her thing, when she's not picking locks. And yeah, the two-ton armor helps, too.

She lets out a hoarse laugh, shaking her head. ]

Hey, I didn't do it on purpose. Got a little separated from my partner.

[ She reloads her rifle, nodding at Garrus. ]

You up for stepping in?

[calibrating]

Depends-- need someone who knows the ins and outs of this place, and can deal some serious long range damage?

[It's almost like a trick question there]

[neverknocks]

Desperately.

[ There's a grin in her voice, though, and she cocks her rifle with another quick jerk of her head. ]

Gimme some cover fire, make sure those things don't get too close to me. We make it outta this thing with all our limbs intact, I'll buy you a drink later.

[calibrating]

[Garrus matches York's grin with one of his own, his voice practically swimming in smugness]

Make it two drinks, and I'll even get us out with some extra style.

[neverknocks]

[ of course Garrus's smugness is only going to make York more prone to show off herself. It's like a vicious spiral of narcissism. York actually laughs at that, shaking her head. ]

You? Style? All right, you're on, 'cause I gotta see this.

[traitortwin]

[South managed to get herself separated from Carolina and North for a little bit - which is just fine with her, since she's pretty tired of babysitting civilians and would rather just deal with this mess. But she's not admitting as much out loud.

When she spots York, she also spots two of those fucking-ugly things nearby, and so she's more than happy to make her way over and beat the hell out of them with her. She bolts right at the one York isn't already aiming for, firing off a few shots with her pistol until she actually gets close enough to just ram her shoulder into the thing, trip it, knock it over and then shoot it while it's down.

Hey, whatever works.]

God, these things are annoying. [You can practically hear the eyeroll in her tone~ and she shakes her head.]

[neverknocks]

[ welp

hi there south

It's not like York isn't used to South's fighting style -- though she'll admit, she didn't often work directly with the other Dakota twin -- but still, it's a little jarring when she just drops right in and takes one of the adjutants out. Not that York isn't glad for the relief. She lets out a laugh, half out of breath as she delivers a couple of bullets into the skull of the adjutant still standing. It doesn't stay that way for long. ]

Good to see you haven't changed too much from what I remember. Might not wanna get too close to those things, though. They look like they've got a nasty, uh...bite. Or somethin'.

momentarily breaks hiatus to tag this 'cause f yeeeaah

[traitortwin]

"Or something" is right. [She snorts.] I don't want to think about what the hell they're actually doing.

[And with the coast clear for the time being, she moves to York's side.] And yeah, you haven't changed much yourself, except for the whole girl part.

[Yeah, she's smirking behind that helmet.]

Come on. There's plenty of these things and they're not letting up. We need to do something about them.

8D!!

[neverknocks]

Glad to see you noticed.

[ It's wry, though, 'cause it's not like anyone could not notice. She hefts up her rifle, nodding at South, a bit of a grin in her voice. ]

Sure, lead the way, Boss.

[ You've always wanted to call the shots, right, South? ]

and now i'm back yeeeeeaaah

[traitortwin]

[Oh my God do not inflate her ego, that is the last thing she needs.

But yes she has always wanted that, you're damn right.]

Right. This way.

[And she starts walking! She'll eventually lead them back around to some signs of safety or civilization, or at least back toward North and Carolina... but she's definitely heading into the fray on her way there. Time to get a workout, I guess.]

[neverknocks]

[ York picks up the rear, rifle at the ready, but she can't help but glance back at South. Yeah, sure, she's the same old South, but...somehow, she doesn't seem quite as hotheaded. Still South for sure, but she seems...level, somehow. ]

Y'know, somehow I remember you being a lot...angrier. Is that just me?

[ Yeah, well, if this South's still got the temper York remembers, she's about to find out. ]

friday friday gettin down on friday

[articletwelve]

[ So far, Wash has found himself to be less of a homebody on Omega than he'd been on Sacrosanct. It's the people, really -- there's no reason to go out when you can order anything off your wearable, but the omni-tools here aren't quite as advanced, and some things he has to do himself.

Not that stretching his legs is a bad thing.

The day's been quiet, though, once he'd gotten done with the repairs he'd needed to complete, and Wash only pauses before the apartment door for a moment before getting it open. York's upgraded the security system a great deal, enough that even he has to fiddle with it sometimes before it'll let him in.

He's not sure if she's home, but he calls out anyway, kicking the door shut behind him. ]

Hey?

Re: friday friday gettin down on friday

[neverknocks]

I'm here.

[ York calls to Wash from the kitchen, sticking her head out around the corner with a lopsided grin. She's dressed in the casual clothes they've managed to pick up since they got here -- the aesthetic isn't really her style, honestly, but she's managed to acquire a pair of slacks and a racerback tank top and that's good enough for now. She's got a beer in each hand as she shuffles into the living room, holding one out for Wash. If Wash looks for the cat, he might find that she has a tiny, makeshift party hat on her head. York goes for all the little touches, okay. ]

Happy birthday, man. Thought you'd never get home.

[articletwelve]

[ He'd at least noticed the date this year, but Wash hadn't wanted to think too hard about it. His last birthday was one of the memories he wanted to keep safe and sound in the back of his mind, untouched by the mire of other things in there.

Besides, this is a new place, a new life -- and maybe, if he's lucky for once in his life, a new chance to find hat he's been looking for.

So he smiles when York meets him at the door, setting his gun down by the door and taking the beer. ] Sorry. Didn't know I had this waiting for me. Thanks, York.

[neverknocks]

[ She snorts, shaking her head, and she flops down on the couch with her beer, crossing one leg over the other. ]

C'mon, like I'd forget your birthday? Gimme some credit, man.

[ Of course, it's not like he has to ask how she knows, even if he might be certain he's never told her before. He knows. ]

wow nearly tagged this with aria. HEY YORK HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT A HOT ALIEN ROOMMATE

[articletwelve]

Yeah, yeah.

[ That's a can of worms he's not all that keen to open, and he's sure she isn't, either. He settles for smiling back at her and reaching to put his things on the table.

Of course, then he catches sight of the cat, and Wash just shakes his head, heading over to scratch under her chin. ]

I see she got you too.

that depends, does the hot alien roommate make not shitty coffee

[neverknocks]

Hey, I figured the cat should get to party, too.

[ york doesn't look even a little bit sorry ]

Look, I know you're not one for big parties or whatever, but I figured you might appreciate a quiet night at home. Y'know, something relaxing.