oh tell me now is there any difference

[battlesleep]

Date & Time: sometime now-ish.
Location: the VR area!
Characters: green aliens with violence issues aka Thane & Gamora
Summary: The green aliens raised to kill things from a young age show, starring these folks.
Warnings: It seems likely violence type things will come up in the VR.

[ A virtual training environment seemed like the sort of thing that should be investigated more thoroughly. Much more thoroughly, in an attempt to ascertain whether or not it posed some kind of problem. He had yet to actually use it, instead circling the room and observing all he could of both it in action with any others using it and scanning various parts with his omnitool, attempting to determine if it will be dangerous before he does something as foolish as let himself try it.

So far he has found no discrepancies that would indicate it would be too dangerous to test, but nevertheless he is hanging back. It might be better to ask Shepard her opinion, first. She's been in one before, or similar. Then again, bringing her a problem that he has already found a solution for would be  better. ]

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[gamora]

Are you going to use it or just stand there?

[ She'd been watching him for a minute or so with her typical look of vague disinterest from the doorway - utterly unconcerned with the fact that she could be interrupting him. He should have expected it when he decided to take one of the only free VR rooms and not use it for its intended purpose.

But he wasn't Terran, and while it had taken her a moment or so for it to register why she'd found that even worth noting in the first place, it was almost enough to make her interested. And more than enough to make her wish for someplace that wasn't here. ]

[battlesleep]

[ He had seen her arrival out of the corner of his eye but continued his examination with his omni-tool, waiting for her to make any first move if it was to be made.

At her words he shuts off his omni tool and turns neatly to look at her, considering. She looks very close to human, but she is not. Aliens here seem few and far between, but maybe. ] I am determining if it is dangerous, first.

[gamora]

Sure, if you want it to be.

[ As far as Gamora's concerned the omni-tool looked like he should at least be familiar with the concept of virtual reality, if not the thing in actuality. ]

[battlesleep]

[ A quiet shrug as he evaluates the commands again, considering how to use them. ]

You have used it before with no ill effects?

[gamora]

Haven't died yet.

[ And believe her, she'd know. She pushes herself away from the frame and into the room itself - still obviously not bothered by the fact she's clearly interrupting him (and his possibly use of the room) at this point. ]

[battlesleep]

That is promising. [ He pauses, and then begins to input settings. ] Would you care to join me?

[gamora]

Not like I have anything else to do.

[ A half shrug - it's the closest he'll get to a yes from her for now. ]

[battlesleep]

Very well then. [ He punches the final button and steps more towards the middle, standing straight and tall as he glances around him, searching for the first moments of change. ] I set the difficulty to hard.

[gamora]

Fine by me.

[ Gamora moves to the center as well, sliding into a ready position - she knows what to expect from things it throws at her from her own memory, but random? Or someone else's? That'll be a challenge. ]

[battlesleep]

[ He unslings his gun from his shoulder, cradles it in his arms as he waits for the room to finish shifting. A rather stereotypical warehouse forms slowly, boxes and crates for cover and catwalks up the sides. He recognizes it as one of the many places he's fought mercenaries with Shepard and glances over at his companion. ]

It will be mercenaries, I believe. Both human and other. I will take the catwalks.

[gamora]

[ A slow grin spreads across her face, and she unsheathes her sword. It's not her primary choice of environment, but then again she's used to open temple ships and devastated planets. It's a nice change, and she's more than pleased about it. ]

Thought this one out?

[ She doesn't argue, though, and gives him a nod once the simulation has solidified before she moves forward. ]

[battlesleep]

It is a familiar scenario.

[ How many warehouses or shipping yards has he fought his way through now? Shepard will likely find this amusing when he tells her, and he grabs a handhold and climbs upwards, finishes his set up as the first sounds of an enemy filter in.

The first one to appear in his sights finds a bullet in their head, and he reloads. ]

[gamora]

[ Gamora can appreciate the cleanness and accuracy of the shot even she rarely picks up a gun herself - preferring hand to hand or something with blades. She keeps herself out of sight of the next mercenary she sees, using whatever materials the warehouse stores to keep her one step ahead.

At least until she manages to sneak up behind him and slit his neck. It's not clean by any means, but it's effective and that's what counts. ]

[battlesleep]

[ He may favor the distance and impersonality of the rifle today, but his most common method is hand to hand and he can certainly appreciate the effectiveness of her attack. A second merc to her right takes a bullet and he sweeps a glance around the room as he reloads again, searching for locations.

Glancing down, he waits until he can catch her attention and gestures to her left, puts up three fingers. ]

[gamora]

[ She nods, flashing him two fingers and then pointing to herself. He's got the better vantage point, however, and she waits for him to motion that they've come within a good range for her.

After all, there's not point in exposing her location or herself to stray bullets when there's another option. Simulation it might be, but Gamora doesn't intend on being sloppy. ]

[battlesleep]

[ The boxes are cutting off his line of sight, but he's patient. He can wait, and he holds a hand up as they move, waits to drop it until they're close enough it will be easy for her to reach them before they react, sliding it immediately to cradle his rifle as he drops one of them to provide her a distraction.

She is good, and skill is something he has always appreciated. ]

[gamora]

[ There's only a half a second from the time he creates an opening for her and when she moves - knife flashing out with trained precision to slide between the ribs of both mercenaries. Teamwork isn't really her strong suit, but she minds it less when the other person is competent.

Ducking back down behind boxes, she gives Thane a nod as she's for the next round. ]

[battlesleep]

[ He nods at her in respect of her accomplishments, scans the room again. The mercenaries are all attempting to take cover, to sneak around and safely upwards. He sights a new group through his lens, looks down at her and holds his fingers up again. Two, in the sights of his rifle.

They are hers. A few more adventurous ones are nearer the climb up. Those are his. ]

[gamora]

[ Gamora doesn't worry about what's coming for him - she suspects if he needs aid he'll let her know and otherwise is perfectly capable of defending himself. Instead she focuses on her two - breaking the neck of one before her knife slides into the back of the other.

But once she's finished with them she doesn't wait for his next command, considering that he'd be too occupied with those attempting to get to him. She does, however, need to lure the others out she at least knows where they're hiding.

Which may or may not involve exposing her location. ]

[battlesleep]

[ He takes a shot, reloads and glances downwards. She will be fine, but he still has a vantage point and the advantage of seeing movement better. He takes another shot and then looks down long enough to send a mass effect field hurtling in a slight curve around her to knock one mercenary out of hiding, alert her to the presence of the others.

The crackle of biotics in the air smells something like spice as he turns his attention back to those closer, ducks down low to avoid a shot and takes his own in return. ]

[gamora]

[ There's not a lot that can take Gamora by surprise, but the mass effect field is something she certainly wasn't expecting. It reminds her of Adam's magic in an odd way, but the smell hits it closer to home than she expected.

Her eyes narrow, and if her take down of the next few mercenaries is noticeably more vicious, well. Consider it venting. ]

[battlesleep]

[ There is a slightly different feel to her kills when he levels the scope back on her segment of the room, but he does not have the time to give it consideration quite yet. The ones nearest his position are cleared, but there's a larger group preparing to try to charge her, and he slings away his rifle and drops to the floor, heading to join her after he signals in the general direction of the group. ]

[gamora]

[ Gamora doesn't want to think about why either. It's better that way.

Her knife changes back into a sword as he nears - letting it fall back so the flat of the blade rests on her shoulder. Not that she needs him to back her up on what she can only assume is a larger number of them - she's faced more and ended up without a scratch in hand to hand. Taking them down with a sword? Easy.

So she doesn't even bother giving him a look that asks for a plan - just waits for the attack. ]

[battlesleep]

[ The shifting of the knife he spares a look for, interested, but after that momentary glance he nods at her and starts to slip around, looking to take them from the side. The first one dies before he even knows his neck was snapped and the second takes a warp to his chest that crushes him almost instantly.

He is confident in his own ability to take them all down. Between the two of them? Given her performance so far, he thinks it will rather be a slaughter. ]

[gamora]

[ Slaughter is putting it mildly - Gamora goes for the center and lets loose. Effortlessly lopping off a head before driving her sword through the chest of another, her expression is dark and determined. At least until the last one drops and then it fades into a pleased smirk. ]

You're not half bad.

[ A rare compliment as she examines those he'd killed in the moments they have before another wave. ]