outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

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[Well, that pretty much confirms it unless Garrus is really in a bad mood and being a dick about things. That can't be it unless someone pissed in his turian Cheerios this morning.]

Either you're screwing with me or you really don't recognize me, Garrus.

[Gonna use his name here to see if that jogs any thing in that turian brain.]

[Feel that? That's the metaphorical temperature nose diving into am abyss]

The latter.

Which leads me to wonder why the hell you think you know me.

We're old friends.

[Just going to fold his arms and shift his weight and look as nonchalant as ever.]

Starting to wonder if there's something wrong with the color blue since Liara didn't recognize me at first either.

[The rest of the crew knows him what's wrong with you two :I ]

[STARE.]

[DOWN.]

[Honestly? He's not even fazed by this shit anymore.]

Okay, what's your story, then?

First human Spectre, spent some time tracking down a traitor only to find out that there's a whole fleet of sentient AI ready to obliterate all the organic life in the galaxy. Died, brought back to life, and pissed off as hell about the fact that nobody in this galaxy can seem to take their head out of their ass long enough to realize we're all going to die if we don't work together.

[That about sums it up, right?]

Name's Shepard.

[Few things piss him off more than screwing with Shep's reputation. As far as Garrus is concerned? This guy is either completely out of his mind, or doing just that. So when he speaks, it's with an angry growl, and he doesn't try to play matters cool as he normally would]

You know, when people try to impersonate Shepard, the least they do is get her gender right.

I've been getting that a lot lately.

[Aw, don't growl, man. It's a good thing Shepard doesn't take it personally that one of his oldest friends doesn't recognize. Stings a little, but it's not Garrus' fault of course.]

Liara almost shot me, and Jack was disappointed I didn't have a 'great rack' anymore.

[Garrus huffs-- it's not quite a snort, and it's as humorless as they come, but he's lowering his guard ever so slightly]

Prove it to me, then.

[Hm, been awhile since he's had to prove who he was. After all, he's Commander Fucking Shepard, and everyone in the galaxy knows who he is.]

Heard from Sidonis lately?

[How's that? Will that work?]

[Garrus isn't quick to anger. Sure, he has a temper, but his turian upbringing has made him a champion at keeping it under control and turning it into a weapon.]

[Which is exactly what he does when he aims a punch straight for Shepard's face]

[Sure the context is different, but screw that today has SUCKED]

[Garrus gets him by surprise, so Shepard takes it on the jaw. He fights the inborn instinct to draw his gun because this is Garrus, not some random thug. It's all just a misunderstanding.

He stumbles back a bit and rubs at his jaw while holding up his free hand as a sign of surrender.]

Damn, Garrus... you hit like Vega. Alright, alright, poor choice of words there. Just trying to jog your memory. Hell.

Yeah, well it's jogged.

[He steps back, though]

And I hit better than Vega.

[Shepard just rubs his jaw a little and gives a conciliatory nod.]

No objections here. [Also, he points a little as he stands back up straight.] And everybody gets one, alright?

[One punch, okay. He can't take it on the chin all the time from you fuckers.]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say a few of us have been collecting on that one today.

[Shepard just waves that comment off, looking slightly annoyed but also a little accepting of the situation. He can't change the fact half the crew doesn't really recognize him.]

The fact I can take a punch and more should at least be a little hint that I'm Shepard.

Look, I believe you.

I don't like it, but I believe you. For what it's worth.

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