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outsiderslogs2013-04-10 08:11 pm
neverknocks) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-04-10 08:11 pm
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who. York (neverknocks), North (noscope), Garrus (calibrating)
what. North and Garrus help York do a simple job that goes awfully wrong.
where. a vorcha-infested neighborhood in Zeta District
when. forward-dated to 4/20
warnings. potentially graphic violence
York and Kengo had done their best, but with only the two of them and the remains of the Talons, they hadn't been able to fix the water quick enough to prevent the fire from leaving a large swath of damage behind. Wash and York had been among the lucky, but there were plenty of unfortunate suckers whose apartments had been casualties of the fire. Things weren't looking too fabulous in Omega right about now.
Of course, with every problem comes an opportunity. Working in a bar frequented by all sorts has its perks -- one night York's serving a grouchy turian who's complaining to her about the vorcha problem in his neighborhood. Ever since the fire and the ensuing chaos, a bunch of homeless vorcha had started clustering in his neighborhood, starting fights and making noise and generally causing a lot of trouble. And when the turian said he'd pay good money for somebody to chase all those vorcha out, but the mercs all had bigger problems to worry about and hell if he was going to do it himself -- well, it'd have been indecent of York not to offer her services. It sounded like an easy job -- vorcha are dangerous, sure, and they'd be armed, but they're not exactly known for their cunning.
York can't do a job like this by herself, though, and Wash seems like he's got his hands full with this new mercenary business, so she turns to the two people she thinks she can trust with this most -- North and Garrus. Technically she hasn't known either of them for long, but the truth is, North is North, and she knows he's reliable. And Garrus -- well, to be honest, she's not sure about him yet, but she knows she can count on him to have her back in a fight, at least. For now, that's all she needs. So she offers to split the pay with them if they'll help her clear out these vorcha, and she doesn't have a hard time getting either of them to agree.
So that morning, she tells them to meet her in the neighborhood they're supposed to be cleaning up, right outside a dilapidated little old laundromat. York gets there a little early, not antsy so much as ready to get started. She hasn't seen much action since she got this new suit of armor here, and while York doesn't exactly long for violence, part of her is pleased at the opportunity to really put it to use. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than her old Freelancer armor, that's for sure. She can really move in this thing. And once North and Garrus arrive, that's exactly what they're going to do.
neverknocks), North (noscope), Garrus (calibrating)what. North and Garrus help York do a simple job that goes awfully wrong.
where. a vorcha-infested neighborhood in Zeta District
when. forward-dated to 4/20
warnings. potentially graphic violence
York and Kengo had done their best, but with only the two of them and the remains of the Talons, they hadn't been able to fix the water quick enough to prevent the fire from leaving a large swath of damage behind. Wash and York had been among the lucky, but there were plenty of unfortunate suckers whose apartments had been casualties of the fire. Things weren't looking too fabulous in Omega right about now.
Of course, with every problem comes an opportunity. Working in a bar frequented by all sorts has its perks -- one night York's serving a grouchy turian who's complaining to her about the vorcha problem in his neighborhood. Ever since the fire and the ensuing chaos, a bunch of homeless vorcha had started clustering in his neighborhood, starting fights and making noise and generally causing a lot of trouble. And when the turian said he'd pay good money for somebody to chase all those vorcha out, but the mercs all had bigger problems to worry about and hell if he was going to do it himself -- well, it'd have been indecent of York not to offer her services. It sounded like an easy job -- vorcha are dangerous, sure, and they'd be armed, but they're not exactly known for their cunning.
York can't do a job like this by herself, though, and Wash seems like he's got his hands full with this new mercenary business, so she turns to the two people she thinks she can trust with this most -- North and Garrus. Technically she hasn't known either of them for long, but the truth is, North is North, and she knows he's reliable. And Garrus -- well, to be honest, she's not sure about him yet, but she knows she can count on him to have her back in a fight, at least. For now, that's all she needs. So she offers to split the pay with them if they'll help her clear out these vorcha, and she doesn't have a hard time getting either of them to agree.
So that morning, she tells them to meet her in the neighborhood they're supposed to be cleaning up, right outside a dilapidated little old laundromat. York gets there a little early, not antsy so much as ready to get started. She hasn't seen much action since she got this new suit of armor here, and while York doesn't exactly long for violence, part of her is pleased at the opportunity to really put it to use. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than her old Freelancer armor, that's for sure. She can really move in this thing. And once North and Garrus arrive, that's exactly what they're going to do.
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Back when he worked on the Normandy, he sort of fell into the position of Jane's guardian angel (and no, the somewhat irony is not lost on him) whenever she decided a good round of biotic fisticuffs was warranted. Which was far too often, but far be it from him to say so. Occasionally he'd teamed up with Thane, so working with another skilled sniper doesn't faze him in the slightest.
In fact, it gives him an incentive to try something new.
"York, do you need another set of hands down there? Something more mid-range? I'm sure North can handle things from up here without me."
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"It's fine, it's fine, I got this," York says, and her voice is still breathless and exhilarated, but there's an irritated edge to it. She ducks behind a low wall, shots firing overhead, and when she springs up to fire a few shots, they all land in some vorcha's throat. "You guys just keep coverin' me, okay?"
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North chances yet another look out from behind his cover, firing off a few more shots before he calls out - "Garrus, I don't care what she says. Go cover her. You're right, I can cover you both from here."
What he doesn't say: just make sure she stays safe.