open || anytime during event

[fightforthelost]

who. Shepard fightforthelost
what. Adjutants assemble!
where. Zeta District
when. During the event. All of it. Who needs sleep?
warnings. violence, cursing, douchebaggery

[Omega wasn't exactly a vacation spot, but it wasn't knee-deep in Reaper territory either. Shepard and the crew had had something of a reprieve from the war even if Shepard was still pissed he was stuck on the space station.

And now the war had found him again. It was time to get back to work. How ironic would it be to have helped Aria take Omega back only to lose it to Reapers? On top of that, the newcomers to the universe probably had no idea what was going on.

That explains why Shepard is out and armed to the teeth. He hasn't taken a break since the first Adjutant sighting. He's operating on caffeine, discipline, and the fact that he's just plain pissed.

He's not cutting corners either, throwing himself into larger groups to clear out safe areas for people. Vanguards are always a force to be reckoned with, and Shepard is no exception.

So maybe you're in over your head, maybe you're trying to help out, or maybe you just don't have a clue what's going on. Whatever the case, Commander Shepard is probably in your area.]

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Day one!

[calibrating]

[Garrus is used to working with a vanguard, and the familiar purple crackle of biotics and the resulting explosions are a sight for sore eyes. For a second, he can almost imagine that he and Jane are back where they belong, fighting the Reapers and making that slow, steady push to save the galaxy]

[But the adjutants jar him back into reality. He'd only seen vids and holos after his own Shepard returned from helping Aria liberate Omega, and, as most other terrors brought about by this awful war, they didn't do the real abominations any justice.]

[He sorely wishes they did]

[But that was then, this is now, and there are people to help and evil monsters to kill]

[Garrus radios in to what he hopes is this Shepard's channel, his rifle poised and ready to fire at a moment's notice]

Got room for one more?

[fightforthelost]

[Of course it's Shepard's channel. Some things might be different between the two universes, but this is one thing that isn't. Call it luck on Garrus' part or just something that every Shepard shares, but the channel is the same. He's had it open the whole time, just waiting for anybody and everybody to ask for help.

It's good to hear the voice of his old friend on the other end. Sure, they're from entirely different universes and Garrus probably doesn't trust him near as much as his own Shepard, but that doesn't change the fact that he'll always be the same Garrus to Shepard, the same turian that he'd rely on no matter what was happening.]

You shoot as good as the Garrus I know?

[calibrating]

I probably shoot even better than the Garrus you know.

And that's saying a lot.

[You can practically hear the smirk]

You've got a couple coming up on your right flank. I'll take a couple of potshots. Give 'em something to worry about and then you can clean up.

[fightforthelost]

[Ohman, ohman, but the Garrus he knows shoots really well.

And he's just as much of a smartass too.

In any case, Shepard takes cover behind a crate and glances out around it at the group Garrus points out.]

I'll wait for the shot. Try not to miss.

[calibrating]

[A shot rings out into the air and cuts straight through an adjutant's head]

[There's your answer, Shepard.]

[fightforthelost]

[Shepard doesn't have to check to see if Garrus hits his mark. He's Garrus Vakarian.

So as soon as the shot is heard, Shepard whips around his crate and launches his biotic charge at the center of the group. He goes for disruption, separating the group for the most part so he can take a single target out easily with his shotgun and give Garrus some easy shots as well.]

[calibrating]

[When the adjutants scatter and stumble, Garrus wastes no time in realigning his scope, making sure to catch any spot that his visor guesses is vulnerable between his crosshairs]

[He's good, hell, he's one of the best, but with a body mass to head ratio like the adjutants', one can't afford to use up their chance for a decent shot by waiting for the perfect line up]

[Garrus fires again, this time with a concussive round, staggering his target even further back and away from Shepard, spilling some gross cross between synthetic and organic fluid all over the floor]