Agent York / Natalie van der Haast (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neverknocks) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
outsiderslogs2013-02-24 06:35 pm
neverknocks) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-24 06:35 pm
Entry tags:
[ open log with york ]
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. ]
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. ]
no subject
[Using the Mantis as a propeller, he launches said mine right into the adjutants' path, the small explosion enough to stagger them backwards.]
You got any incendiaries?
[He readies a concussive round in the meantime]
no subject
[ The biting sarcasm isn't really directed at Garrus, honestly -- it's just York's response to a tight situation. She keeps falling back, firing suppressive bursts, but nothing really sticks until she gets a lucky couple of shots right into one of their heads. Wash is the crack shot, not her -- York's generally better with her fists, but something tells her she doesn't want to tango with this thing.
The remaining adjutant lumbers toward her, and York's starting to run out of room to back up. ]
no subject
[Switching to incendiary ammo now...!]
[Garrus catches the adjutant's head in his sights before releasing the concussive round, et voila, a nice, fiery exploding head, probably a bit too close to York's face for comfort]
LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY it just seemed like a good opportunity :'D
She's not hurt, not by the incendiary, but it was so close she could feel the heat through her visor, and instantly, she thinks of that day in the training room. Nobody was supposed to be using live rounds that day, let alone grenades -- she'd been dazed, but she remembers what it'd felt like when the grenade blast punched through her visor. So hot she'd lost feeling in half her face in the moment. It hadn't hurt until later.
She jerks, flinching, staggering back a few steps, rifle at the ready, searching for a target, but -- no. The last adjutant's already dead, its head not-so-neatly splattered with Garrus's incendiary fire. York lowers her rifle and shakes her head, doesn't realize she's breathing heavy till speaks. ]
Looks like we're all clear here.
EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS OKAY
[He's seen and heard far too many shell shocked soldiers to believe she's anything close to calm right now, but he masks the worry in his voice well enough]
You all right?
YOU'RE THE BEST
Trust me, I've had closer.
[ But it's still not right. York's heart is still up in her throat, and she swears she can feel heat that isn't there, and it's not the best idea but the area's clear, so she shoulders her rifle and jerks her helmet off, a gloved hand immediately going to her face. Her fingers rub over her left eye, around the socket -- it's all intact. She can still see. It's just like it's been ever since she got the damn thing fixed on Sacrosanct.
She gives Garrus a momentary glance before she tugs her helmet back on. Man, it's not like her to freak out like that, but -- Christ, it'd been close. The accident had been a couple of years ago, by now, but in a place like this, it's still fresh in her memory. ]
I'm good. I'm fine.
NUH UH
[Garrus' visor blipped with new instructions, set now for optimal algorithms to fit civilian protection. He can't trust York to hold her own, at least for now.]
All right. Let's get going.
C:
Yeah, sounds good. You lead the way, man. You know the way better than I do.
no subject
[A beat]
Nah, that's a lie. I totally do. Just follow me.
[See, York? He's trying to make you feel better]
no subject
York rolls her eyes, but it's mostly in good humor. ]
So you got any idea what the hell these things are? I mean, vorcha are bad enough, but if we've gotta deal with these things moving into our neighborhoods I think I'm gonna consider relocating.
no subject
[Garrus' voice wavers with distraction and the steady rhythm of subtle movement as he trots on ahead. Even with his plated feet and heavy armor, the rafters barely creak with each well practiced movement.]
[A clear heading makes room for a thin underlying layer of relief, too]
Never really fought them myself until now, but my CO's tangled with them before. Nasty sons of bitches. Some kind of Cerberus experiment gone wrong. Biotics, huge, but good at keeping quiet until they have you where they want you. They like to suck you dry and replace your DNA with theirs, or something along those lines.
[There's the briefest lull of silence as he rests his gun against a handhold. A visor is good for the immediate area, and technology is a wonderful gift that makes killing all the more easier, and without the hassle of an unfortunate ambush.]
[But nothing beats a good, old fashioned combination of instinct and a manual scope.]
Anyway, whatever they do, you either wind up as one of them, or a smear along the ground. If you hear any whispers, you know they're close by.
And it goes without saying, but don't follow 'em.
no subject
[ All right, Benji had explained biotics to her, at least, but Cerberus, she's never heard of. Still, that description isn't exactly encouraging. York makes a face behind her helmet, shaking her head. ]
Glad I've got you around, 'cause this is all new to me. I mean, Freelancer had its problems, but, uh, big creepy DNA vampires weren't one of 'em.
no subject
What were you saying about this 'Freelancer' thing? You know, since we're sharing and all.
no subject
[ Except not. York's voice is thick enough with sarcasm to betray any mistaken notions of sincerity. When Garrus asks her about Freelancer, though, she lets out a self-deprecating laugh. ]
You're gonna love this. It's -- was an experimental military program. Not the only one by any stretch, of course. You tend to get a lot of those when you've been fighting a losing war for thirty years. Desperate times, all that bullshit. We were trying anything that might give us even the slightest edge.
[ She shrugs one shoulder, as if she's about to talk about the weather. ]
At first we were just testing equipment and tactics. Armor enhancements, cool gadgets and shit. But that was never the point of the program. Turned out to be AI research. Most of us wound up getting implanted with AI.
no subject
Nooothing ever goes smooth when AI get involved. Ever.
[He huffs]
So, did someone go insane, or did you have some sort of uprising? It's usually one or the other with these things.
no subject
[ She's still smiling behind her visor, but most of the humor has evaporated from her voice. It's hard not to immediately think of Carolina and Wash -- her Wash -- who'd fallen so hard, to think of Maine and Tex and Wyoming, who had refused to play by the rules. She doesn't know what's happened to them in her timeline, but she's heard plenty about the others. York sighs through her nose, just slightly. ]
We were lied to. A whole hell of a lot. And it was us who wound up payin' for it.
no subject
[Mirroring York, any snark evaporates from Garrus' tone. Thanks to the Reaper War, and all of the conflicts surrounding it, he's had more than his fair share of unsavory experiences with just how far the higher ups were willing to go, and the soldiers who bore the brunt of the consequences of their moral bankruptcy.]
[Garrus is all for the ends justifying the means, but only if the end meant progression. From the sound of York's voice, 'progression' didn't even rear its head]
Whatever wound up happening, you have my condolences.
i think we could wrap this up around here if that's ok with you? <:
Thanks, man.
[ It doesn't undo the damage done, but hey, it's done. She picks herself up a little more, jerking her head at Garrus. ]
C'mon. Let's go take care of the pest problem.
:> Works for me!
Let's get going.