[ 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. ]

Comments

[calibrating]

They're called adjutants.

[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.

[neverknocks]

Cerberus?

[ 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.

[calibrating]

Human Alliance black ops group that went above and beyond rogue. They hate anything that isn't human, but don't seem too adverse to endangering them, either.

What were you saying about this 'Freelancer' thing? You know, since we're sharing and all.

[neverknocks]

Gotta love the extremist set.

[ 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.

[calibrating]

AI huh?

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.

[neverknocks]

Multiple counts of both, actually. It...didn't end pretty.

[ 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.

[calibrating]

Isn't that how it always is?

[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? <:

[neverknocks]

[ Not even close. Talk about one giant backward step for mankind and every AI ethics code you could think of. York shakes her head, shrugging one shoulder. ]

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!

[calibrating]

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Let's get going.