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Shepard, James ([personal profile] fightforthelost) wrote in [community profile] outsiderslogs2013-02-25 10:20 pm

open || anytime during event

who. Shepard [personal profile] 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.]
calibrating: (SCOPED AND DROPPED)

[personal profile] calibrating 2013-03-05 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[A shot rings out into the air and cuts straight through an adjutant's head]

[There's your answer, Shepard.]
calibrating: ([MASKED] LENS FLARE POWERS ACTIVATE)

[personal profile] calibrating 2013-03-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[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]