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[twiceadays]

Date & Time: May 29th, early afternoon
Location: The Training Hall
Characters: Shepard and yooouuuuuuuuu
Summary: Space magic aka Shepard's just going to fling things around with her biotics and then shoot them. It's v. productive.
Warnings: Possible bad language and eventual mentions of alcohol?

There were few things as satisfying to Shepard as the feel of the assault rifle in her hands. Or any weapon, really. She was a soldier at heart, a fighter. Even before she had died and was rebuilt to stop the Collectors, she'd always loved the fight, loved shooting, loved the intense training it took to be good at what she did. Right now, though, it was more of a way to get her mind to focus.

A blue haze engulfed her hand as she motioned for another target, whipping it into the air. She pressed the butt of her gun against her shoulder, aimed, fired. The target shattered.

The past few years had been good at throwing the commander through the ringer, dropping her in one situation after another. On the outside, it wouldn't seem like this place and the purpose she was dragged here would be any different, but everything about these people got under her skin. Her world was was being ravaged, the galaxy threatened, and here she was playing at rebellion for people she didn't even know. She had no team, and to be honest, it was getting harder for her to want to trust people to have her back again.

Another target shot through the air.

Aim, fire.

Too bad there weren't any Blue Suns to play target practice with.

[ooc: totally willing to go with action tags, as well!]

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"In my experience, it comes down to trust," Osprey says. "There's a sentinel I've worked with on Mars, a freelance con artist on his own time. As squirrely a guy as I've ever met when he's not in character for a job or con."

He rubs the back of his head as he continues, "I wouldn't want him anywhere near me in a firefight, but at this point, if we were on a mission together and he told me to charge into the middle of a crossfire, I'd do it. He's damn good at what he does, and when he's working for Firewall, his first concerns are getting the job done, and getting his team out alive, and he'll do whatever it takes to get those done. I'd probably still be on ice somewhere if not for him."

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"He sounds like an interesting kind of guy," Shepard says, head tilting slightly. "Trust is an important thing for a crew to have. You can't work well if you don't think your teammate has your back."

She checks her gun for a moment, trying to put her thoughts together. "Tell me a little bit about Firewall, Osprey. You've mentioned it a few times, and I've got to admit that I'm curious. Is that your agency?" Hell, if she's going to make friends, she's got to know a little bit more about them.

Besides, how many opportunities would there be to get to know someone from an alternate universe? And Shepard has always been more curious than what is good for her.

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Osprey pauses, considering how best to explain Firewall. "Firewall's an independent paramilitary social network, dedicated to protecting transhumanity from existential threats. The cell I'm affiliated with is a fairly active one - our skillsets and availability mean we get called in pretty frequently to put out fires before things have to escalate to Direct Action."

He frowns a little as he continues, "I was actually en route to a pretty serious-sounding intervention when they grabbed me to bring me here. I hope the Initiative really drop us back where they took us from, because otherwise there's a good chance they'll have to kill off an entire exocolony to contain things."

i'm incredibly slow, so so sorry

[twiceadays]

Shepard remains quiet as he speaks, watching him carefully. It sounds familiar, which makes her only vaguely uncomfortable. Cerberus doesn't exactly leave her with cute and fuzzy feelings. "You often perform acts of terrorism within your group?" It's not said with malice, and there's just the barest hint of judgement.

Her lips quirk up in a small smirk. "You and me both. I was on my way to a mission on Mars. Just touched down when I arrived here, actually." Despite the smirk, there's no humor in her eyes. "What I'm looking for there is probably the best chance to save life as we know it."