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    • They ride, charging through the battle. Through and between bullets, against the roar of the Destroyer. Through the chaos and explosions, through the din and smoke, past and through the hordes of drones.

    The world blurs as Garrus charges through their lines, sending the once-fearsome foes flying as what was a raptor becomes a charging bull, silver and light against the black and red wall.

    The horn blasts again. Garrus buckles, shifting into the Maw once more before his tail sends her flying. The blast strikes where they were, and she goes sailing through the air, just as the red lights on the inside of her helmet begin to alert her to problems. Like how the blast took out her jets.

    Well, crap, she thinks.

    Flailing through the air, pinwheeling through the sky towards the Destroyer, Jane Shepard finds it appropriate in this case to muse on whether or not this was the best idea. Charging at a Reaper.

    What would Pria say in this situation? 'You're doing it wrong,' most likely. But...

    But.

    "But what if she's right?"

    Breathing deep, the sounds of the battle still. This is...not a soldier, she thinks. This is not how soldier operates. This is not accepting the realities of the battlefield and using tactics. There is a horn blast, and Shepard bites her lip. Nervousness, she thinks. Not born out of fear.

    But because this is completely insane.

    A single phrase comes to mind. Something she practiced and practiced but always thought would be impossible here. Like running up snowflakes in an avalanche.

    Feather Foot Style.

    The red light blasts out, and she moves. Twisting in mid air, she lets the beam miss by fingerwidths, and pumps her legs. And to her amazement, Jane Shepard runs down the Reaper's beam and directly towards it.

    This is impossible, she thinks. But she is doing it, and fuck it. The beam cuts out, but she keeps running, off of falling drones with impossible graces, off of shuttles on fly overs. Beams of blue cut into the horde of the drones, and she runs upside down on the hull of the Normandy as it flies over. She knows she can do this.

    This is impossible. She should not be able to do this. But that voice in her head, the power running through her, tells her that she can.

    A leap off her ship as it banks up, and she dives through the sky towards the Destroyer. It sees her, opens fire, and she runs down the beam towards it. A single, last leap, and she flies through the air towards the black beast. A single halo appears behind her, rotating and set in gold, light and green. Lines of green run up her, golden light gathers at her fist.

    And for some reason, perhaps her own memory, perhaps something she rarely lets out to surface, or the memories buried deep within the Exaltation, she lets her voice boom over the battlefield like thunder from on high.

    But whatever words she had, whatever she had to say, is lost over the sound of her fist impacting with the Reaper's hull. A golden flash lights up the sky light the sun, and the Destroyer goes flying.
     
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    • See, there's "doing the impossible," and then there's "thinking with concepts."

    There's no physical reason why a skill that lets you run on snowflakes should let you run on a beam of molten iron. But there's a perfectly logical conceptual one.

    Looking at it from physics, it looks insane. From the point of view of an Exalt... it's not at all.
     
    The Island of Dr. Autochthon, off the Jersey Shore.


    "Yes, okay," Tali says, tapping her foot, "One order of nutrient paste, berry flavored. Some dextro cheese and..." She turns, already regretting her decision. "Autochthon, do you want anything...?"

    Standing in front of her, the massive golden form of the battle body stands. With its hand somehow shoved into its nether regions.

    "My ass has finally decided to eat my hand!"

    The hand disappears up to the elbow. Bent back, the facet eyes of the giant glow brightly, as if in...longing.

    "It hungers...for more."

    And the entire body is sucked in, into a round shape which sprouts the single, silver plated iris. Autochthon's eye-form blinks, narrows its iris, and floats away. Tali blinks, the light of her mouthpiece glowing steadily, and turns back to her omnitool.

    "Do you have hokosk? Send over...three bottles. And a bottle of batarian whiskey, too."
     
    GreggHL said:
    The Island of Dr. Autochthon, off the Jersey Shore.


    "Yes, okay," Tali says, tapping her foot, "One order of nutrient paste, berry flavored. Some dextro cheese and..." She turns, already regretting her decision. "Autochthon, do you want anything...?"

    Standing in front of her, the massive golden form of the battle body stands. With its hand somehow shoved into its nether regions.

    "My ass has finally decided to eat my hand!"

    The hand disappears up to the elbow. Bent back, the facet eyes of the giant glow brightly, as if in...longing.

    "It hungers...for more."

    And the entire body is sucked in, into a round shape which sprouts the single, silver plated iris. Autochthon's eye-form blinks, narrows its iris, and floats away. Tali blinks, the light of her mouthpiece glowing steadily, and turns back to her omnitool.

    "Do you have hokosk? Send over...three bottles. And a bottle of batarian whiskey, too."
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    The fuckity fuck fuck?
     
    Was... was that from the actual show or was that totally original? Because... yeah, Aqua Teen Hunger Force is like that.
     
    I remember that snippet from an omake in Circular, except it had Dr Weird instead of Auto. Didn't know it was from Aqua Teen Hunger Force originally though.
     
    Forgetful said:
    Going by the medic's expression, it seems that particular experiment did not go as planned.

    Also, wouldn't Tali be intolerant of Batarian whiskey?
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    No. Because it is PURE ethyl alcohol without any Levo- or Dextro-based flavour additives in it.
     
    GreggHL said:
    The red light blasts out, and she moves. Twisting in mid air, she lets the beam miss by fingerwidths, and pumps her legs. And to her amazement, Jane Shepard runs down the Reaper's beam and directly towards it.
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    I wonder how much time the Destroyer wasted wondering what the hell is wrong with his sensors...

    Famous last Destroyer thoughts: "You are kidding me, right?"
    This is impossible, she thinks. But she is doing it, and fuck it. The beam cuts out, but she keeps running, off of falling drones with impossible graces, off of shuttles on fly overs. Beams of blue cut into the horde of the drones, and she runs upside down on the hull of the Normandy as it flies over. She knows she can do this.
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    Shepard slowly gets into the right mindset... *grin*
     
    Hazard said:
    In the case of ethanol it does, as ethanol lacks the required structure to form optically active isomeres.
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    In other words. Tali is going to get hammered to HellMalfeas and back.
     
    Plasma acceleration jets, combined with Optical Shroud (Dynamic Cloaking Submodule) allowed her to quickly make orbit without alerting either Seeker or the Reaper Destroyers currently hovering over Eden Prime. What she finds odd is that they are immobile and not attacking the similarly frozen Alliance Fleet. Perhaps it has to do with Harbinger's presence, she muses.

    Well, that's why she's here, too.

    A hop across the inactive cruisers, and her cloaking device shuts off as she straddles the Orizaba. The massive, twelve legged spider squats down, pressing its mouth against the hull. Integrated Artifact Transmogrifier (Essence Dormancy Submodule) switches on, and she becomes just another gold metal extension to the dormant dreadnought.

    At least, as she releases dozens upon dozens of spiders inside.

    A second, smaller optical cloak disengages, and she appears in front of Captain Shepard and Admiral Hackett as they are shouting out orders to crew members. Hannah starts. Hackett smirks. Crew members shriek.

    "Hello thar!" Iri waves. "I'm here to fix up your dreadnought! What's your special requests?"

    Hannah turns to the stations of her crew. "Stop screaming!" The screams die down. "We need systems back online, and I need to shoot that," she points at Harbinger, "Ugly motherfucker out of my sky. Can you do that?"

    Lights flicker back on. "I have main power back on and I'm masking emissions through my own cloaking device," Iri reports, "Working on the main gun. I should have it up as soon as I can!"

    Hannah nods, leaning back in her seat. Hackett allows himself a brief smile. "You should see what she did to the Normandy."

    "I heard rumors." Hannah smirks, turning to her crew. On her command deck, at least, attention has turned from the giant spider to their stations, already busy bringing systems back to combat readiness. "Iri, can he see us?"

    "Nope. Optical cloak and thermal regulations submodule on!"

    Hannah grins. "Thruster control. Get us right up next to that bastard. And give me a firing solution for the broadsides."
     
    a11behringer said:
    We have broadsides!?!

    This pleases me. Carry on.:cool:
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    The Kilimanjaro-class Dreadnought has 1 mass accelerator main cannon, and 156 broadside cannons, 78 on each side. Each cannon is roughly 40% of the length of the ship.

    Harbinger's about to be special friended by Hannah in the best possible way.
     
    Gregg, have I told you recently how much I love how you write Hannah?
     
    GreggHL said:
    The Kilimanjaro-class Dreadnought has 1 mass accelerator main cannon, and 156 broadside cannons, 78 on each side. Each cannon is roughly 40% of the length of the ship.

    Harbinger's about to be special friended by Hannah in the best possible way.
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    GreggHL said:
    Harbinger's about to be special friended by Hannah in the best possible way.
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    special friended
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    fuck
     
    Kimia said:
    Gregg, have I told you recently how much I love how you write Hannah?
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    Hannah Shepard is, basically in my stories, a Female Captain Kirk. Because seriously, any mother of Commander Shepard is going to be like this.
     
    Wragnaroq said:
    Did Iri just give stealth systems to a dreadnought.
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    No, Iri is making use of stealth Charms, she's just extending the effects of her Charms to the dreadnought by exploiting the Mass Combat rules. Yes, by the laws of nature governing Creation this is allowed (and in fact part of how armies fighting eachother works in 2e).
     
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