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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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[Dun has no idea what's going on: there was that vorcha network entry the other day but honestly the welfare of the vorcha is not high in his priority list. But he's hearing strange noises around his area and while Joker's got the place barricaded, Dun's can't shake the bad feeling that something is out there lurking in the shadows.

Not a man to sit and wait, he decided to just check the surrounding area for any suspicious activity. Shepard will come across him checking a dark and dim alleyway.]

[Shepard wasn't the only one to be staying awake since the attack first hit. Over the course of the weekend, Kengo's been providing updates to everyone in the area, keeping them informed as to where enemies are and directing a handful of people to protect and round up civilians for transport to the safe house. In a situation like this, he can't allow himself to sleep.

Unfortunately, Kengo's body is in no shape to be running around like this. At the current point, he's hidden himself behind the front entrance of a shop, pressing his back against the half-wall and keeping his head down. His omni-tool is the only thing making him especially visible, his black case clasped in that hand and a heavy pistol in his other. Picking up a discarded weapon had seemed like a good idea at the time, though Kengo wasn't even sure if it was loaded or how to check.

A few minutes was all he needed and then maybe he could start again...]

[It's been a long weekend of fighting for everyone but after Liara's adventure, she's not moving so well. It's nothing serious but her biotics have left her physically drained and tired where the running and fighting hasn't helped. But she was still fighting, having hunkered down behind a set of crates with a carnifex in hand she popped out ever now and then to keep the mostly dead adjutant at bay.

After one last warp the creature will go down with a gurgle and Liara will lean heavily against the crate, trying to get even five minutes of rest before she'll be up and onto the next area that needs help.]

Edited 2013-02-27 05:10 (UTC)

[It's not really suspicious at all, especially not on Omega. People hanging out in dark alleys is a pretty common occurrence. Then again, that usually doesn't happen during a Reaper attack, so Shepard pauses at the entrances of the alley and calls out towards the shadowy figure at the other side.]

You lost?

[Luckily for Kengo, a few minutes is something he's about to have thanks to Shepard. Shepard's engaged with a few Adjutants, and their fight is spilling over into the street Kengo is close to. There's the sound of gunfire here and there before Shepard unleashes a powerful shockwave biotic to knock the group back.

Then he proceeds to take their heads off one by one with his deadly shotgun. Though he's obviously got the advantage, he does look slightly worn down from his day of fighting.]

[Shepard's a little better off because he's... well, Shepard.

He's been tracking that same Adjutant, and when he rounds a corner and sees it go down, he holsters his shotgun and carefully makes his way over the debris and towards where the shots had come from.]

Hey, any friendlies around?

[Because he doesn't know it's Liara yet.]

[Shepard is space jesus, of course he's doing better than Liara is. He can do almost anything.

But Liara will turn and give a small if tired smile when he approaches.]

You could say that, Shepard.

[Dun straightens up and regards the other man suspiciously. He's not sure if this man is the source of his paranoia but his gut feeling tells him that no, this man isn't a danger to him...for the moment.]

No. I don't see how it's any of your business either.

[As soon as Kengo hears the gunshots approaching, he takes a deep breath and stands up to go towards the source, unsure if it's someone helping the fight or another group of mercenaries shooting at anything that moves. Of course, as soon as he tries to get up, he stumbles and falls right back to his knees and curses to himself as he tries to force his body to listen to him.

Another minute or two and while he's aggravated by the delay, he's up and on his way to Shepard. By the time he gets over to the Commander's position however, it looks as though everything's been taken care of.

At least that seemed to answer his question about whether the other was in danger or not. Kengo stands a few yards behind him, trying to make himself look as unthreatening as possible -- which when you're a high schooler dressed in a school uniform, isn't hard to do.]

Are you all right?

[Conner was part Kryptonian which meant that unlike someone who was completely human, he could go without sleep for longer without any aid. Unlike someone like Superman though, he does need sleep. He's been managing to keep up a decent fight against these things, but he has been using his powers and that's burning through his energy reserves which were pretty low to begin with. He was tired and if he kept going at this rate he would either become ill or basically die.

But why worry about that just now? He had the energy still and there was so many of these things, there were so many civilians that he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

Conner doesn't know where he is and he doesn't care. He's currently forcing an Adjutant into the air and closing at TK field around it, hoping the force and pressure would crush it.]

I've faced off with bigger and uglier things than you and they actually gave me a challenge.

[In the near month that's passed, Morrigan hasn't changed. At all. No concessions have been made to the fact she is now in the future outside of the omni-tool still on her wrist. The clothing is the same, her staff in hand.

The one tiny difference Shepard may notice is that stick is currently being used to hold off a pair of the Adjutant with a stream of lightning. This is what happens when monsters wander too close to her tiny apartment.]

Wretched creatures, have you no easier prey to pursue?

[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?

Edited 2013-02-28 01:48 (UTC)

[Yeah, Shepard doesn't exactly register Kengo as much of a threat. That question also makes him wave a hand a little before glancing around to make sure they're pretty much alone.]

That's a question I'm used to asking myself. I'm fine.

[Shepard will return the smile and move to offer her a hand.]

You look worn out. I think I've got a free schedule right now if you'd like an escort back to Mordin's clinic.

[That comment makes Shepard pause for a moment before straightening up.]

Excuse me for the concern then. Maybe I'll just let you get back to skulking in the darkness then, if that's okay with you.

That's more than fine with me. What I do is none of your concern, so you can save it for someone who cares.

[It's probably not helping that his tone is curt and his body language is aggressive.]

[Why worry indeed? When you're a soldier enhanced for stamina and strength and then beefed up with cyborg implants, you tend to be able to go longer than most people as well. When you're Shepard, you tend to just need to be pissed in order to keep fighting longer than the average soldier.

He's forcing his own enemy Adjutant into the air with a shockwave, the blue energy field just barely fading around his body before he explodes forward to hit the creature with a biotic charge. His momentum carries him and his shredded foe into the line of sight of Conner, and Shepard is there just in time to witness the death of another enemy.

They're mostly safe at the moment, so he takes a moment to catch his breath and check his shotgun while Conner finishes off his opponent.]

[Shepard's just on patrol for now since most of the Adjutants have been rounded up and destroyed, but he's just in time to witness Morrigan shock the shit out of some enemies. He widens his eyes for a split-second before taking aim with his SMG to finish off a flanking enemy.]

So the stick's not just for show.

[Shepard would probably take offense to some of that if he wasn't used to it. On top of that, he really just doesn't give a shit if someone likes him or not. He's just here to save lives and get the job done.]

Right, we all get it: you don't care. That doesn't change the fact you're probably going to get killed if you don't find somewhere to bunker down for awhile.

So something is wrong.

[He knew it.]

Who is it? The mercenaries? Or is that blue Aria woman?

[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?

Not really Aria's style, and the mercenaries are mostly under her control. What we're dealing with now are the Reapers.

[A beat as he folds his arms over his chest and shifts his weight.]

I'm guessing you're not exactly from around here, are you?

[His jaw clenches; Dun doesn't like being reminded that he is so far out of his element. But that term..."Reapers". That's new, and if they're a potential threat then he needs to know.]

And I take it you are, so let's cut the chat and get down to it. What are they and what are they doing here?

[Shepard looks slightly annoyed at that and glances behind him.]

I don't really have the time to chat. The Reapers want to destroy all organic life in the Galaxy. There's the short version.

And now they've shown their ugly faces in Omega.

[Dun spits on the ground, annoyed.]

I'm going to warn the others in the house. You-

[A sudden whisper slitters its way out of the darkness. Dun quickly turns around, his sword out and ready to slice through flesh. His skin crawls as his eyes searches the area, looking for whatever it is that's creeping in the shadows.]

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