02.08.03 - Screwing Around
Ras is, sadly, back in her helmet, having needed help every step of the way as she layed there shaking like a leaf with aftershocks that drew expressions just as intense as the real deal every second she existed. Locking the hood on was the last step as the suit performed a internal disinfection with a hiss of escaping air, and then she just laid there.

For fifty minutes. Breathing at least.

Group Chat: Bonkers Bongo Balace
Rebecca
I... Think I broke Ras.
She's sat here for an hour not saying anything
Non-verbal.
Birdy
Did you fuck the language out of a woman.
Rebecca
I don't know? It was her first time
so I just like, pinned her to the bed
and whispered I loved her in her own language.
Birdy
HAHAHAHAHA
Doctor Girlfriend
You are a gorgeous romantic lover, remind me to do that to you.
Rebecca
Ohhhh...
lol
nice
Quadzilla
You fucked the language out of a woman?
Birdy
Yeah, I don't get that treatment!
Rebecca
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Birdy
I had language! I just chose not to use it on account of the, you know.
Rebecca
earth shattering orgasms
Huh there really isn't anything I can't do.
sick.
Doctor Girlfriend
Make sure she has fluids and something to eat, lover.
And that she's breathing fine. Remember to hug and hold her throughout the experience.
She's very brave for laying with you, help her understand that you're proud of her.

Rebecca squeezed the wordless Quarian, and said, "I'm so proud, I have someone who loves me enough to do this." The words felt so... rough in her mouth. Like they were made of metal blocks. "Do you have food and drink?"

Ras is making a noise, its a little hard to tell what it is through the suit, its quiet and the helmet muffles it, but after maybe five or so seconds, Rebecca places it. She's crying in the helmet, slowly latching onto Rebecca after she spoke, conscious enough for that at least.

"T-thank y-you, l-love yo-you, t-thank y-you, -l-love y-you." Ras repeats like a mantra.

"Ras." Rebecca said firmly, but not sharply, "I didn't do you a favor, you don't need to thank me. I just want to make you happy, and I knew... Well I mean, damn it worked."

Ras still continues the mantra for a minute longer, regaining sanity at some point, drifting off at a last thank you to a breathy sigh of relief. "U-uhm, hi." She says, looking back up to Rebecca, she hadn't been able to hear it, but when she looked at Rebecca she noticed that the woman was also crying. Having covered her mouth not to ruin the moment. Wet tears running down her hand.

"D-don't c-cry, i-if you c-cry, i-i'll -c-cry." Ras says with a shaky, obviously crying voice.

Rebecca couldn't help it, "I just... You love so much... I can't handle it. It's so good." She sobs a little, "I make you so happy. I don't make people this happy. I don't make anyone happy."

"Shit." Ras says between choked sobs, realising she's tumbling back into tears, and deciding to grab onto Rebecca again instead of fighting them, holding on to the larger woman through the suit as digitigrade legs interlock with normal ones. "I-I....you l-like m-me?" She finally gets out a question that seems nonsensical, but carries a desperation behind it.

"I like you the way I like oxygen. I like you the way I like sunlight." Rebecca whispers, trying to make something that sounds like what Lisa and the other say, but failing miserably. "I like you, and I love you, and I need you. You... No-one makes me this happy, no-one needs me."

The Quarian shudders, "N-no one n-needs me e-either. A-aria d-didn't, th-the fl-fleet d-didn't, the m-mining c-compan---" Ras chokes up.

"I need you." Rebecca whispered, "I need you. Please." She didn't know what she was begging for, but she had saw something on the woman's face, right before the mask went on. Rebecca needed Ras to know she was needed. She was needed here.

"I need you t-too." Ras realizes as she speaks, holding on tighter somehow. The glow behind the mask speaking to a profound blush as she says it, "S-stars, I need you."

Finally, in the long standing tradition of Earth Lesbians on a second date, Rebecca asked, "Would you move in with me?"

"Do y-you have a clean room?" Ras asks.

"I have three million credits I'll make one." Rebecca said quickly, kissing her helmet, "I'm getting one put on every ship I own already."

"Uhm, e-eventually I'll g-get completely used to you....I w-won't need a cl-clean room, just so-somewhere only you g-go." Ras says nervously, "L-like your quarters maybe, I dunno." The words come out fast, "Like, I c-could stay there pretty much t-twenty f-four seven naked-I mean naked as in wi-without my suit."

"Oh." Rebecca said touching her eyes, "Oh I spent so much money."

"I mean, if t-there's ever an-anyone you w-want m-me to like t-talk too without the m-mask I-I'd need it, I k-know you h-have a p-polycule and I d--" The blush grows far too intense to allow words to slip by it as Ras glows incandescently.

Rebecca balked a little, "I'd... It wouldn't be my decision Ras, it'd be yours, it wouldn't be... I don't make my partners fuck each other." Then she thought about it, "It's actually a little weird, I don't think they really do? Wait, let me send a text."

Direct Message With: Bonkers Bongo Balace
Rebecca
2 things
1 can I add ras to the chat? she's moving in
she's mine
I can't without her
i'll fucking die
Rebecca
2 do you guys fuck each other at all?
I think Camlos and Kratt do?
Then Lisa and Vro almost definitely do
they must
Birdy
I'm straight!
Doctor Girlfriend
If it ever happened, it was many years ago lover.
Rebecca
Okay. That's insane.
I can not be that great at sex.
To satisfy the needs of three
well four
well five if you include
well six I guess if you include the pilot
seven?
god I have high standards, how do so many people meet them???
Birdy
I usually fuck around on my own. I'm very desirable.
Doctor Girlfriend
Because you hang around the exceptional, love.
And I have very few needs like that anymore. Unless you excite me, I can spend years without a kiss.
Rebecca
That's not happening to you while I take air
ok, back to 1 because I don't really want to know who vro fucks
Quadzilla is typing
Doctor Girlfriend
Sure, but if you bring the lovely Ras back to Omega, we'd need to buy out the Condo beneath us as well, or else run out of space with a cleanroom and all.
Rebecca
I'm just buying the building
"buying"
Buy buying, I mean Camlos and Kratt's last mission
Anyways, it's mine now. Yay, no more rent.
Quadzilla is typing
Rebecca
The list can not be that long Vro.
You're like two thousand
And easy to track, anyways, looping back around
Ras, group chat, moving in, yes?
Quadzilla is typing
Birdy
Sure, it'll be nice having someone who's not allergic to me-shit its a Quarian
Rebecca
lol, also I think she may be... Hmmm... No I'm just assuming.
Adding... contact Rasu'Ful nar Xepal
/nick "Rasu'Ful nar Xepal" "Fresh Air"
Fresh Air
hi
Doctor Girlfriend
Hey there! Glad to have you Rasu'Ful!
Birdy
yo
Quadzilla is typing
Kratt name here
oh someone new
Birdy
You weren't paying attention were you
Kratt name here
If something important happens, you all gossip about it.
I don't need to back read.
Rebecca
Oh, Camlos said you and him never fucked
true?
Kratt name here
Yeah, why? He's not my type.
Rebecca
I... Huh. I guess I have assumptions about bisexuals.
This is on me truly.
Kratt name here
I don't like them looking like i could break them
cause i can
and that's awkward.
Rebecca
That's the best part.
Oh wait, you mean like
Yeah, no, I get that.
Quadzilla is typing
Kratt name here
is he reciting his entire mating line
because that might actually be essay length
Rebecca
I'm assuming he'll stop when he hits the character limit
Wait, do omnitools have character limits?
I mean the app must
whatever weird network we're on.
Quadzilla
Shit you're right, let me switch to a document
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Birdy
oh my god its eight gigabytes
Rebecca
Spreadsheets are not a database!!!!
Doctor Girlfriend
I'm an eight!?
Rebecca
Technically, you're total value averages at an eight.
What is the numerical scale for these columns even?
The fuck is a "rutting" score?
Quadzilla is typing
Fresh Air
i'm just happy to be here
Kratt name here
I stand in awe of my elders.
Rebecca
I'm starting a spreadsheet now
but jesus your columns need to better
How do you have a column for how combat effective someone is
but not how nice they are?
Quadzilla
That's under the "Total Relationship Rating" score.
Rebecca
Why would you upload this if you knew @Doctor Girlfriend was in here???
Quadzilla
I fear no creature in the galaxy.
Doctor Girlfriend
I'm in your home, Vro.
Quadzilla
what
Fresh Air
is this normal?
Birdy
Yeah.
Rebecca
Vro normally doesn't fire nuclear arms
when he does though, it's like this.
Birdy
He doesn't believe in precision munitions.
Quadzilla
This woman is in my home and is breaking my guns
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Rebecca
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I'm still hunting you.
Doctor Girlfriend
Vrooooooo
I can sense your nervous system
Come out
Birdy
Spirits.
what the fuck
Rebecca
I'm confused why they're doing this thought the group chat
tbh
I'm not against it though.
Fresh Air
judging from camera footage, its because mister vro is hiding from miss lisyris in his emergency safe room, because she's experiencing significant biotic distress
https//cin.security-server-288812312.cis
Rebecca
omg. noooooo. Actually, no I told you a dozen times Vro
To change your fucking camera password from default
this is on you.
Birdy
Oh wow, she's ripping the graphite lattice door down while screaming.
Rebecca
... Those grow back right?
Everything on a Krogan eventually grows back right?
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Kratt name here
The hubris of my ancestors was as great, if not greater than their achievements.
Rebecca
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Fresh Air
she seems nice
Birdy
If you think Rebecca is nice, that tracks.
Fresh Air
Becky is amazing
Rebecca
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Kratt name here
Huh, well, he should be fine in a day or three.
probably
Rebecca
wait... three days?
Kratt name here
probably
Rebecca
... But he can't read his omnitool right now right?
Birdy
Don't be stupid Rebecca.
Rebecca
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I have three days before he's on his feet.
I need to move fast.
Kratt name here
The hubris of our ancestors may be grand, but the hubris of our souls strives to burn our wings against the stars themselves.
Birdy
are you learning to write poetry?
Fresh Air
aww, that's cute!
Rebecca
Coordinates to a printing shop
doing it here so Vro can know it was me.
I'm going to send him the collage in a manilla envelope.
Doctor Girlfriend
Ah, and I'm caught up!
Fresh Air
are you typing while covered in blood
Doctor Girlfriend
Now now Rebecca, don't make him too much angrier, he may lash out.
Yes! Don't worry you're cute little head though, I'll be sterile before we meet!
Rebecca
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Doctor Girlfriend
Rebecca are you well by the way? In health terms
I've got a lot of energy.
Rebecca
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Doctor Girlfriend
I'd really adore it if you could help me with that.
Though if you're tired that's fine too.
Rebecca
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Doctor Girlfriend
oh
come to my apartment now.
Rebecca
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Doctor Girlfriend
stop.
Rebecca
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Come catch me.
Doctor Girlfriend
I'm outside the club.
Don't run
I don't want you tired
Rebecca
You will never catch me.
I know not fear
why does my spine tickle
Doctor Girlfriend
I can feel your spine.
Rebecca
I am walking out
not because I'm scared
but because I can be more annoying in person
Birdy
its because she's fucking terrified
because you just telekinetically touched her spinal column
at fifty yards
what the fuck
Rebecca
Wait
wait
wait
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I got more for the apartment here.
Doctor Girlfriend
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Transcript
..............
..............
"I love you Rebecca. Remember that no matter what I do."
Fresh Air
that sounds like something you'd say rebecca
wasn't she supposed to be sane?
Rebecca
/nick "Doctor Girlfriend" "Doctor Girlfriend 🍊"
Rebecca
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Birdy
this camera network thing you have is really neat Ras
you're cool
Fresh Air
blushes
Birdy
It let me see
the exact moment
the soul left Rebecca's body.
Kratt name here
Here it is
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wow that's big
Fresh Air
its because of the tesellation from biotic usage, it makes the camera render strangely, increases the overall image size
its interesting, same phenomena with black holes, to a larger extent obv.


★ ★ ★​


In the real world, Rebecca had been marched to their apartment on the Citadel. She was currently pinned to a bed by a bloodsoaked Lisa, white coat and underlayer of white and blue stained a dark, deep purple-red by the Krogan internals as she stomps around to the right side of the bed, growling in a smoky, spine tingling, hair raising, mouth-drying rasp, "You've been very bad, Rebecca."

"That's my fault, I'm the one teaching you to be nice. Would you like to know what this means?" She hums to herself as the biotic force inch by inch dissipates.

Rebecca gasped slightly, "It means that... You should be punished instead of me right?"

"Yes! Exactly." Lisa sighs sadly, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"What." Rebecca said suddenly, confused.

"I'm afraid I've let myself go Rebecca, fallen into decadence with no self-discipline." She says honestly.

"What?" Rebecca said again, confused, "Wait are you leaving?" She starts to panic and hops up and scrambles to Lisa's side, "Wait no, stay. I'm sorry."

"And to counteract that-Oh no, we're together for eternity, lover." Lisa assures Rebecca as she throws an arm around her, somehow smiling as if something worse is on the horizon. "Instead, I've decided to put a short pause on our...sexual relationship," She grins amusedly as she pokes Rebecca on the nose.

"What." Rebecca says, "Really? Wait, is this a..." She realized t here were tools for this, and she gratefully reached for them. "Okay, red. I don't know what this means, it sounds like you're breaking up with me and I'm confused."

"I-." Lisa, for the first time ever since Rebecca has known her, has to stop and think of how to explain something. "Love, you...do know you don't require sex to be in love, right?"

"Vro explained it when I hit on him once, but I didn't quite get it." Rebecca said, "Though I did understand not to ask again when I get flung through a layer of... I don't think it was drywall, that's not a thing anymore."

"Ah, well, what was mostly a joke turns into a teachable moment lover." Lisa says with a smile that's actually kind rather than conniving, "Can we spend a week with eachother without having sex? Just...watching television together, hugging, etcetera?"

"Um, sure? If you still feel cared for, I'm ok with it." Rebecca said, her tone was confused, apprehensive, and concern was painted across her face.

"I'm just worried you understand our relationships as sex based rather than merely involving sex, and would like to show you that its not necessary," Lisa tries to explain, having some difficulty punching through to Rebecca.

It didn't seem to work, and now the large woman was incredibly confused, "I... Mean... We aren't... You..." She stops and tries to figure out where she's failed. "I... So how do I show you I care?"

"Well, a few ways." Lisa starts, putting a hand on Rebecca's knee and comfortingly squeezing it, "Physical contact is one, non-sexual physical contact that is." She leaves her hand there as she continues, "Words of affirmation, such as I love you. And, well, whatever else you can think of."

Rebecca takes a deep breath, "Should either of us be concerned that this hadn't come up in like... A year?"

"Me, mostly, it shows that I'm not being as attentive as I should be." Lisa immediately takes the blame for herself, giving another comforting squeeze to Rebecca.

"Yeah but like," Rebecca got a little quiet, "Am I broken for not seeking those things out? Or not realising I was missing them?"

"No, not at all actually, its inexperience, its rather, uhm, our faults." Lisa gives a small chuckle as she shakes her head, "I should have known better for certain, Camlos probably should have, he's a grown man and this is far from his first relationship." The Asari finds the whole thing amusingly annoying, having stumbled across something she messed up.

Rebecca still wasn't sure. She tried to think of the mercenaries she worked with when she was with the Marines, but they were never... Cuddly? Not a lot of hugs when you're stuffing a dead enlisted's corpse with bricks of heroin. More fucking than you'd expect however. "I ... Don't think this is anyone's fault to be honest." Rebecca said thinking hard, "We're all happy. We just have a healthy appetite for sex, and it didn't come up. I ... Do feel sad I ruined something today by freaking out."

Lisa nods in agreement, shifting closer to lean into Rebecca, putting her head on the other woman's shoulder, "I certainly hope you don't think you ruined anything with me."

"Well ... Yeah? You had a whole thing planned, and I torpedo'd it because I didn't trust you wouldn't leave me over like..." Rebecca felt weak, "Mold." It was a stupid assumption, one born out of fear, and being hit with something she didn't understand.

Lisa's frown makes Rebecca briefly feel worse before the Asari turns her body into the taller woman's and hugs her side, "Its just mould, darling. We can clean it, in a few years, we'll all remember it with a laugh and a grin."

"Oh good. Because like, those pictures are in the group chat. They exist forever now." Rebecca muttered, switching from emotional vulnerability to brat-like behavior in mere seconds.

"You are so lucky I love you." Lisa laughs into Rebecca's shoulder, smiling.

Rebecca nods, "I think that's true of any two people though." Though saying it out loud made it sound weirdly profound. Lisyris chuckles again and then tugs Rebecca to lay down with her, resting her head on a pillow as the taller woman follows down.

"I'm still serious about seeing how we feel abou— " Lisa starts to say gently brushing her fingers on Rebecca's arm, trailing between muscles with the excitement of the first time

"The piercing?" Rebecca said suddenly, "Because, I've actually given it a lot of thought."

"So you want to do it without anaesthesia right?" Lisa jokes, grinning widely, "Just my kisses to keep you awake?"

"There better be more than just kisses..." Rebecca muttered looking at the pictures on her omnitool. Though on further thought, she realised that it might not be something you can immediately put back into action after that kind of thing.

"Unless you pay for a very high end medical team, lover, the only thing we could do beyond kissing would be, well, maybe your breasts?" Lisa considers, putting a finger to her lip, "I suppose I could try and see if you can climax with just that, it'll take hours though, at least." The Asari says with a tone that suggests she's certainly looking forward to it.

"Is that an alien thing or..? What the fuck are you talking about?" Rebecca was very confused.

"Its....have you.....oh." Lisyris mutters, frowning slightly, "You do know, lover, that any part of you can spark that, so long as it has the appropriate nerve density, Ears, breasts, even thighs." She explains.

"No. That's not a thing. I'd know if that was a thing, because I'm a human, in a human body." Rebecca said firmly, "And I refuse to, for even a second, entertain this fantasy."

Lisyris, instead of arguing further, types at her omnitool, and pulls up a two hour video. "Would you like to watch?" Its titled Lisyris/Vanessa 2179 Presidium Ward, and has a woman tied by her wrists to bedposts on the thumbnail.

Rebecca learned a lot, for one, that Lisa did not like having things played at x10 speed. For two, Lisa could be very cruel when she wanted, and three, that some humans faked having orgasms via nipple play. Still she wasn't against attempting it
 
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thanks for the update.
and thus we enter Me2.
Zaeed nooo!
i hope he somehow survived.
and i wonder if Rebecca is just less sensitive there than others?

i wonder what other species will join the Polycule?
fingers crossed for a Hanar.
 
"Oh, yeah you do have curls, her hairs straight. Is straight hair a sign of insanity?"
Missing apostrophe in "hair's".
"What? I thought... Wait whose the hot shit now?" Rebecca says turning the omnitool off.
Wrong "who's". If it can be replaced with "who is" then 'whose' is wrong.
Apparently gave Zaeed the old mass accelerator retirement plan awhile back, news didn't spread I imagine
Should be "a while" there. 'awhile' is an adverb.
You're the only one whose got close
Also "who's", although this one is from "who has".
 
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02.09.01 - Everything stays right where you left it
The omnitool buzzes and then rings Ras's contact information on the fluttering orange device of hard light and somatic sensors. It's on the emergency line, the emergency emergency line. Bringing a spike of awareness to Rebecca instantly.

Rebecca grabs her gun, turns on the omnitool, and then immediately forwards the call to the officers to start a group call. The emergency needed to be handled now. Everyone needed to be geared up and aware. She was stretching soft polymer over herself, getting armored to rush out the door.

"Rebecca! C-SEC is—" Ras's cute, if strained voice is cut off by a blaring horn from outside, "This is Citadel Security, come out with your hands held above your heads. You have thirty seconds to comply. Lethal force is authorized." Sounding like a wall of noise and accompanied with the terrifying whirr of a rotary cannon, a real militarized response, beyond what the Blue Suns or Eclipse offers anywhere.

"Don't get killed, Ras, I'm going to get you out. Run or surrender, don't get killed." Rebecca was already on her way out the door. The others could be caught up when they picked up the damn phone. Instead of the pistol, or the assault rifle, she grabbed a pair of shotguns, and then high-end explosives. Two grenade bandoliers, her knives, and finally, she picked up a highly illegal M-920 CAIN, the Alliance answer to low-flying frigates.


★ ★ ★​


The group had been filled in, and Rebecca didn't bother with introducing herself as she slid into a nearby building she had set up. On a long conference desk, she placed the M-920 Cain, essentially a shoulder fired railgun, that broke the sound barrier, and then some. That fired tungsten slugs so fast it caused fissile reactions. Snipers would be looking for her, hell, they may already have a line of sight.

C-Sec has the warehouse in a lower-class chunk of the Citadel surrounded, with corvettes hovering on Mass Effect fields above it, slinging ship-grade guns to point down at it, threatening everyone inside, some dozen people, one of which is Ras, with total, instant annihilation if they so much as try to threaten an officer's life. Playing hardball today after the wealth of dead officers in the past few months.

"This is your final warning, exit the building with your hands up above your head. There will be no further warnings." A speaker on a corvette roars as their last message is transmitted. Camlos grits his teeth as he speaks into his comm, watching from a rooftop a half mile away through a scope.

"Angel, this isn't winnable. C-Sec's making an example out of the warehouse." He says, not wrong factually.

Rebecca growled, "We have two railguns and there's only like... Eight corvettes. No nine... Shit another one showed up."

"We need to think smart, and cut our losses." The Turian suggests, sighing deeply as a heavy response team starts to stack up on the warehouse entrance.

"I'm not cutting out Ras." Rebecca hissed, "Just... I can get her out but they WILL break her suit. I need them looking somewhere else."

"Hows about this," Camlos says, and then a crack of a rifle makes a Corvette shudder as a phasic round punches through the barrier and interferes with the engine, making all of them turn towards the place the shot came from, "Move, now."

She didn't need to be told twice, and doesn't bother with the stairs as she grabs a zipline launcher, and fires it down through the warehouse window. Her barrier gets lit-up like the fourth of July by trained, disciplined and terrifyingly accurate C-SEC SR operatives. She never fought the actual power players she realises, and the barrier she had wasn't strong enough for this, as dime sized holes appear in her body. Not the toy pellets the civillian grade mass effect accelerators used.

"[I]Priority target, Rebecca Dinozzo spotted.[/I]" The Operatives garble through a radio link that Ras had long since tapped, starting to chase with fire, ripping up the wall where Rebecca just was. They are tightly coordinated, each letting off fifteen round bursts before they switch off with a paired operative, letting their rifles cool and allowing a constant spray of bullets.

She dropped a bandolier of grenades as she passed for good measure. Small air-pistons firing them in random directions. The explosions behind her doesn't give her comfort, as nothing changes after the shots start back up. Rebecca rushes through familiar hallways, having dropped off bricks of Red Sand here a hundred times. She sees the gangsters trying to resist, forming a makeshift barricade as the operators near.

"It's lost! Get the fuck out of here morons. What are you dying for?" Rebecca yelled, she grabbed a random turian and yanked him. "Get out, I've got this."

The worst bit about professionals is how quiet they are. The Turian turns to run, and has two shots pass through his chest, as he begins to fall, a third rips through his head in a Palaven drill, falling in slow motion to the adrenalized Rebecca, who feels her barriers roar to life in the panic, the hard-suit, so useful normally, only offering the barest bleeding edge of reaction as she sees it precariously whittle away with the suppressed pop pop pop of their rifles.

"Everyone, get the fuck out." Rebecca yelled as she returned fire, "You're not dying over red sand. Either way Aria kills you." The order is followed, thank fuck, as the Turians, Quarians and even a single Salarian, that make up this part of the drug smuggling ring bolt, going for a back door while the operator radio perks up again.

"[I]HVT Rebecca Dinozzo ringleader. Moving to subdue.[/I]" The leader Turian says, backing into cover as accurate shots from Rebecca rip out a chunk of wall, the slugs she's loaded her shotguns with large enough to threaten some light armoured vehicles.

Rebecca takes a deep breath, and then decides to make use of all the comms that Ras has helpfully tapped into over her time on the Citadel. With a few button presses, Rebecca plays Rebecca-court-trial-hutchinson.mp4 over the speakers, and any displays in the area. Carmen's Aria starts to drown out comms, the noise only rivalled by Rebecca's manic laughter. She backed away from the choke point to try and force a favorable fire-fight.

There was a story Vro had that went something like this. Turian's shelling a hill, rushing in and dying until the bodies blocked the entry way. She very much would like a story like that. They'd remember her if she died that way, with their comrades screaming , and her face on every screen.

"Comms tapped! Switch to vocal!" The commander finally shouts, letting Rebecca see him, or her, she can't tell beneath the suppression and roaring engines outside. It's a tall Turian that's near the rear of a group of five taking cover and preparing to engage Rebecca like a finely oiled machine. "Call off the Corvette's I want her alive."

Rebecca opened fire using a sight line through the doorway, plinking at the barriers of an operator who stepped a little too far forward, and got clipped. "Hey, you can still surrender!" She laughs, as she pulls a grenade and simply cooks it in her hand, watching the barricade entrance. Instead of rushing through the door, however, Rebecca hears, "Switch to tungsten."

Shit. Rebecca tosses the grenade to collapse the doorway and ducks low. They weren't stupid enough to go in, no matter how much she taunted them. They were going to be needed to be treated like actual combatants, not the pyjak shit that normally slums around.

Slugs rip through at chest level where Rebecca once was as she dove to her side, letting one shotgun lay on the ground as she gripped the other semi-automatic slug thrower to her shoulder. The bullets stop, and she thanks whatever God is listening for her cyberware, as her eyes and ears shut-off before a cluster of flash-bangs could permanently disorient her.

Rebecca fires on the first C-SEC officer to push through, receiving three shots to her barrier in return as she has to pump two slugs into him one to bust down the barrier and a second to tear a golf-ball out of his neck.

Another officer peeks the corner as Rebecca kneels, shotgun pressed tight to her shoulder. He receives a spray of three slugs through the wall next to the door. A gurgle, and a collapsed body let her know she hit her mark.

"That makes Thirty-seven to zero officer Chickenhawk." She crooned.

Rebecca takes a deep breath and moves towards a desk. There was an old trick that hopefully still worked. She took out what was essentially, a lightbulb stuffed with aluminum foil, set up to a power source powerful enough to turn an engine, and waited to get a good shot. It fried retinas at fifty feet and blinded at a hundred. Or at least that's what the one in the aughts did. Hopefully strong now. Hopefully it was a trick old enough to get a win. She grasped the odd metal bowl, the wires, duct tape, and trigger shivering.

It's a paranoid second before, with a warning of boots tapping on the ground, the C-Sec team pushes the doorway of the makeshift barricade, kicking remnants of steel and furniture away. The arc-flash of the aluminum foil forces the first officer to look down and away as his visor turns from orange to vanta-black, preventing the light from blinding him for long, giving Rebecca's second trick a chance to work.

Grenades in the modern day carry timers instead of crude fuses, and Rebecca held onto these until the timers said 1.38 seconds remaining, swinging them through the air as she ducks behind the desk, hoping the metal and polymer proves resistant enough to stop the shockwaves of two high explosive grenades going off.

It's loud, a wave of force that makes the woman fall on her side, having to scramble up as the C-SEC officers retch and stumble from their brains being rattled and inner ears shaken by the proximity detonation that popped their barriers.

Rebecca rushes in to a distance for hand-to-hand combat. They're in the building now. The bodies could help keep fire off herself as she impacts a human officer, using her shotguns venting heat to boil at his faceplate. The omnitool blade sliced him open as the shotgun was dropped, and she spun around to keep the human on her back, then stabbed the other concussed officer at the base of the neck, instantly paralyzing him if not killing him with a hiss of cooking flesh from the super-heated blade. With them down, she continued taunting, "Thirty-nine to zero. You know what a sunk-cost fallacy is?" She took cover again, yelling, "Probably not. Don't cops get washed out if they have a degree?"

Rebecca waited a second longer in her cover, before yelling again, "Ah, well, Turians die to humans all the time. Could barely beat us with three times the tech." She yells, "Citadel use you dumb bird fucks like chattel. If you had balls, you'd stop sending everyone to die."

There's a noise like something being thunked out of a tube, and Rebecca can see out of the corner of her eyes a grenade shunt having been punched through the wall, pumping ten grenades into the room with her. The little spheres of high explosive filling the chamber.

"Oops." Rebecca giggled pulling a body overtop of her as the explosives roared, popping the barrier of the officer atop her first, and then her own. Shrapnel fills the Turian corpse, spilling sweet Dextro blood into the air giving the atmosphere the taste of copper, candy-canes, and cordite.

Rebecca was stumbling and nauseous, but hadn't this much fun in a decade. She reached into a panel and lifts it, revealing her war stash. Her paranoia finally paying off as she pulls out her own cluster breacher. The giant piston like device now using magnets and mass effect fields to stick to a wall. She slaps the top of it as an arc welder makes a small hole, and she hears screams as grenades roll out where the other breacher must have been.

As the rhythmic thunk-BOOM-thunk-BOOM of the cluster-charge inside the breacher starts up, Rebecca has something hit her back like a car crash, feeling electric sizzling coming off it as she's slammed into a wall, cracking it and splitting synthetic skin to reveal wires and metal beneath.

"Officer Chickenhawk!" Rebecca says with a grin, spitting out blood and pneumatic oil. A large piece of the skin on her face has been completely removed, her lips, tongue, and jaw still functional, but large parts of her cybernetic body now showing signs of constant wear. "You're standing on a land mine."

"We're standing on a landmine." The feminine voice of a turian woman hits Rebecca's ear. Then her arm starts to be wrenched behind her back by a glimmering blue-purple force assisted by Turian strength.

Rebecca laughs, "Is this the part where you kiss me because I'm so valiant and pure-hearted?" She asks as her arm starts to heat up.

Catching the officer's nametape on her hard-suit, she reads 'Doniraka' on it as the aforementioned woman growls, not quite noticing the arm starting to hiss and steam with intentionally overburdened heatsinks, "You're under arrest, shut the fuck--"

"Yeah, you're in love with me, I can tell." Rebecca interrupts her, before pressing a quick release, and diving away from yet another explosion. Doniraka gets thrown against a wall in this blackened, shrapnel infested and destroyed room, flaring with biotic might as she resists the explosion, mostly.

Rebecca reaches into the secret panel, again, and attaches a gatling gun to the quick release. "Sorry, were you saying something officer Chickenhawk?" She asks as she opens fire, the gun belting out rounds as she laughs maniacally. "I don't even think I want to kill you at this point. I just want to fight forever."

"Fucker!" Doniraka shouts as biotic energy coils around her and she jumps forward in a flash of purple, reaching speeds best reserved for low flying aircraft in a straight line past Rebecca's fire, shattering the barrels of the rotary machinegun with a reinforced talon, letting Rebecca see the terrifyingly armoured, clawed and sharp edges hard-suit that looks like a primeval suit of armour made for war in hand to hand.

Rebecca giggled, "Here comes a thought, that might alarm you, officer Chickenhawk." As she tries to bring the other fist, the one with the omnitool down on her, "What if my whole body is rigged with explosives like this?" Doniraka catches the arm and gives a groan of exertion as the cybernetic limb slides her across the ground.

"What if when it's all said and done. You die here anyways?" Rebecca whispers, cybernetics in her body making noise even though large parts of her were damaged.

"What if your quarian's already in custody?!" Doniraka fires back in a hissing whisper, trying to fight the limb, thinking.

Rebecca laughed, "Then you probably wouldn't have let me kill up to fifty of your men."

"You got six, are you even sane?" Doniraka ducks below the arm, letting it go and tackles Rebecca down, trying to wrestle on the ground with her.

"Are you not counting the missing officers?" Rebecca asked with another laugh as she slammed on her back. "I walked in with a few dozen kills under my belt." She puts her arm to Doniraka's throat, only stopped from clamping fully exposed silver fingers down and crushing it by the presence of a blue-purple barrier.

"But to answer your question? No. I imagine sane people join the military." She laughs, oh god the voice thing was a good upgrade. She'd never have to stop talking.

"Give up," The woman groans atop Rebecca, trying to fight through the grip on her throat even with the barrier defusing much of its force.

"Give me a reason, officer Chickenhawk." Rebecca said as it's going forward, "I'm crazy, I might just listen to you."

Doniraka moves, lifting her body, using Rebecca's arm as a fulcrum to move and push her legs out as she lays flat on the human's pelvis, wrapping the limbs around her neck and trying to choke her.

"Well, now I know you've got the hots for me. You're blushing!" The speaker in Rebecca's mouth keeps running, even as the wind leaves her.

"Fucking 'borgs." Doniraka complains as she tightens her choke with plates shifting, muscle beneath pushing hard against the adversary to end the fight.

Rebecca makes her eyes flash, rapidly, not sure if it'll work but at this point having no real choice left. Always playing games, the only way to win is to lie, misdirect, to taunt and get them stupid.

"Shit!" Doniraka exclaims as the malfunction makes her loosen her grip, not wanting to kill someone that may be disabled, letting her legs uncoil slightly, still around Rebecca's neck, but not choking her.

Rebecca opens her mouth and lets a countdown in another voice come out to match the flashing eyes. "Self-destruct has begun. All allies please exit the area."

"She has a self-destruct! Get out!" Doniraka shouts, moving again to cover Rebecca fully, laying her front into the other woman's, a biotic barrier forming overtop the both of them in a half-sphere as she braces to....well....die.

With a small giggle and a kiss on the cheek, Rebecca says, "Got ya." Then she bit the sensitive part of the officer's neck, latching on. Receiving a fist to her ribs for the trouble that makes Rebecca bite into the Turian, blood spilling into her mouth alongside Dextro flesh, all sweet and tasty and allergenic, starting a heat in her mouth like capsaicin. She couldn't manage to get deep enough to do real damage however.

Rebecca spit bloody saliva into the captain's face. "The self destruct was too expensive. Got you all lathery though didn't I?"

"There's— GRAH Mother FUCKER—Surrender now." Doniraka growls, cutting herself off from the response she was about to get out, holding the other woman down with the weight of her body and equipment.

"I mean, I'm not stabbing you ma'am." Rebecca pointed out, as she's pinned, "Though I will point out, I didn't stab you when you valiantly tried to kill yourself for your fellow ham-bones." The clever words are, seemingly, ignored by the raptor-helmeted woman as she growls and applies hard light cuffs to Rebecca's arm, pinning it to a wall, before standing up, pulling her helmet off and spitting out a line of blue blood from the impacts she's taken.

Rebecca never stops talking, the speaker implant allowing her to go from stupid comment to stupid comment, "So are you going to give me my conjugal? Before I get the death penalty I mean. I'm one mighty lay. There's this video of me on the internet. Oh my god, you'll just blow your cloaca."

The Turian is pink, with dark purple clan markings on her face as well as dark, almost black eyes. She growls at the woman on the ground, before going to her radio, "Suspect apprehended, awaiting extraction. Get the EOD's just in case."

"Huh, I thought you'd be clanless since you know, you stooped to police officer work." Rebecca laughed loudly.

"Yeah yeah, shut your fucking mouth war criminal. Didn't get enough fucking children on your kill list with your own kind? You had to slam a car into an apartment building on Omega?" Doniraka fires back, evidently done with Rebecca insulting unassailed.

"Well, explain had to." Rebecca smiled, "Technically, a Salarian swerved into traffic, and some other asshole, blew up an apartment building. That said, you're a fucking cop do you really think you have moral grounds to talk shit to anyone."

"I'm a fucking officer of the law that kicks scum like you to pieces. Drug peddling piece of shit, do you know how many people die every fucking week because of you?" Doniraka growls, stomping nearby Rebecca.

"Do you how many minorities CSEC kill on the station for no reason but loitering." Rebecca giggled, "Do you know why I started cop killing? It's because they were poking holes in Quarian's suits for fun."

"Sure, we've got our own scum, they rise to about Enforcement and stay there. Doesn't make you selling Red Sand to teenagers fine, you spirits damned animal."

Rebecca laughed again, "Oh... No you're right, you're better than me! When you support fascism and boot licking it's honorable, when I survive it's terrible."

"When you survive off the back of abuse, violence and harming your fellow man for sport, yeah, its fucking terrible. We've got your diagnoses, a fucking real whirl up there innit." The Turian squats down to stare into Rebecca's eyes.

"Yeah?" Rebecca scrunched her face with a smile, "So you got a big list of mental illnesses, but you're still screaming scum. How sad that the only victims you care about are the ones who are pallatable."

"Anti-Social, narcissism, violent tendencies, obsessive behaviour, issues with authority, basketcase and a half, and you take it out on everyone around you." Doniraka starts to growl.

"Then why didn't I kill you officer Chickenhawk? What makes you special?" Rebecca can't help but keep playing games. The truth was she just felt like not killing her. There was no reason. There was nothing special.

"Its a miracle you got anyone to give a shit about you, Lisyris Morave, Rasu'Ful Nar Xepal, we've got a list of your associates." Doniraka growls.

Rebecca shook her head, she didn't care, they were all the fucking best. The reason she didn't hang out with losers is because the best don't get hurt. "How many people care about you Officer Chickenhawk. Lots of lovely men and women come out to the nest?"

"My name is Doniraka, use it." She hisses.

"Nah, if I get you mad enough to kill me, then all your high and mighty bullshit gets proven false. It's what I want." Rebecca laughs again, "You're so fucking stupid."

"No, what you want is to go back to your little fucking sex whatever the hell. Do you wanna know what you're gonna get?" The Turian stands up, ignoring Rebecca.

"Is it the chair still, injection? Guillotine make a come back?" Rebecca laughs.

"We're gonna freeze you for a hundred or four hundred years, you'll wake up, they'll all be fucking gone." Doniraka starts to watch the officers roll in to secure the arrest.

"So, Doniraka your real name?" Rebecca asks eyes glinting, they'd save me, they swore I'd never be left behind. "You left my omnitool on."

"You're in a room with fifteen officers." Doniraka says with a stare.

Rebecca says in a greedy, lustful whisper. "And I know your name. My associates know your name."

The Turian squats back down, staring into Rebecca's eyes with a barely concealed distaste.

"I don't really care to be honest, you're just kind of easy to fuck with." Rebecca admitted, then said in her clearly broken omni-tool, "Don't kill her family, she's not really like... She's a second away from crying."

"Let 'em come. We can put you all on different timers." Doniraka growls again.

"Mmhmm, that's all you really have, because you need your systems to do the violence for you. Lets you feel squeaky."

"Because we don't take it into our own hands, you filth, even your murderous, violent, hostile to society self is going to get a trial by your people's laws, by your people's jury in a military court. 'Cause unlike you, we give a shit beyond our base fucking instincts." Doniraka starts to hiss out, "Because unlike you, we serve our country, not its kingpins."

"What about that guy uh... Garrus? Or whatever, the one that fucks the Specter?" Rebecca giggles again, "Mmhmmm, well, it'll be interesting to see what the Alliance shakes out of that. So I was led to believe all turians are bottoms. Is it just the men or what?"

"Take her away." Doniraka orders the officers around her, making them lift up Rebecca and start to haul her off.

Rebecca, for good measure, bites out the throat of the nearest officer just to see how strong Doniraka's ideals are as human blood and polymer fills her mouth.

She heard the loud crack of a mass accelerator.
 
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On one hand, I go to sleep after making suggestions so I spotted at least one new error! (It was different to ptbptb's, can you find it!)

On the other it's great seeing some make it in and some get made better. Also commenting here instead of just the editor back rooms to keep this on the front page longer. Engagement yadda yadda.
 
02.10.01 - Everything stays, but it still changes.
"Miss Dinozzo." The human man, a Sergeant First Class Vanassen starts up, pulling out a folder with questions and data on the woman before him. He's got short, buzzed blonde hair and a uniform with some medals and ribbons she doesn't recognize, as well as a CIB that she does.

"Fuck you, call me gunny." Rebecca laughs as she puts her manacled feet on the desk. "You can actually lick the tip of my clit."

"Gunnery Sergeant Dinozzo." Vanassen acquiesces with a sigh, "You stand accused of thirty-five counts of murder of an officer, several dozen more of civillians and numerous illegal private military operations. You're looking at eight centuries in a cryofreeze max-sec somewhere defended."

"So why would I give a fuck? It's basically a death sentence either way, but with eight hundred years of being rescued. I get out no matter what." Rebecca said again cracking her neck. They wouldn't break her.

"I'm on your side Gunny, I'm looking to see what we can do to get out of this." The man sighs, starting to read through the folder as they talk.

Rebecca put her legs down, and then apologized, "I didn't think I had a public defender, my bad. You didn't get one for uh... These kinds of crime in the early two thousands. Sorry sir."

The Sergeant nods, "Not an Alliance Marine, we don't call sergeants sir in the Army, Gunny." He chuckles before continuing, "This is....I'm not gonna beat this rap, I won't lie to you, so lets talk options, alright?"

"I went on a bit of a tear, yeah." Rebecca admitted.

"How willing are you, hypothetically, if you were aware, to inform Citadel Security of any, hypothetical, locations of major operations related to known criminal Aria T'Loak?" Vanassen starts to run down the list of possible ease factures.

"About zero, it's kind of pointless and everyone just ends up tortured and dead. I've already lost nine billion credits of red sand. I don't make it out of here." She decided to just speak plainly.

"Aria T'Loak is a powerful woman ma'am, but she's not a government. There's nothing she can do to you in our hands." Vanassen says, turning a page.

"Are... So, be real with me, do you believe it when you say that? Or is that just the script you go down?" Rebecca said, "I've personally made sure that has happened. There was a bar full of people who wronged Aria and are dead."

"I don't see Aria's Dreadnoughts." Vanassen answers simply, with a wry smirk, "But." Rebecca starts to blink, when did she get here? This doesn't look like the Citadel, its boxy and metallic, with rivets and bolts not smooth metal lines conjoined by alien welds that are invisible. It looks militaristic, like a Navy ship from two hundred years ago, but shinier. "We can discuss some more options first, if that's alright?"

"Sure, but I've got a meeting at seven." Rebecca warned her in a mock snobbish accent, "I can't miss my hair appointment."

"Would you be willing to enter into a plea deal with C-Sec? Inform on your associates, one Kratarum Qegas and Rasu'Ful nar Xepal?" He test the waters with a sigh, seeing that there'll probably be nothing there.

"How dare you even suggest it." Rebecca said offended, "No, absolutely not, I don't even know who those people are."

Smoothly moving to the next question with a disconnected hum, Vanassen starts up, "Alright, would you like to plead guilty, possibly facing a reduced sentence? You could be out as soon as two centuries if we can admit to some smaller crimes."

"Put some paper work down, and we'll talk." Rebecca said with a shrug. "I don't do shit for promises by the government that fucked me."

"The United States of America is a century in the past Gunnery Sergeant Dinozzo." Vanassen chuckles.

Rebecca raises an eye brow, "You're still wearing rockers and bars. You're still using cops to kill minorities. You're still fucking anyone who disagrees with you. The US of A lives alive and well, Sarge."

"You've successfully described most regimes in human history. Respectable." The Sergeant appears to have some lip to him, as he closes the folder and sighs, preparing to move onto the next topic. "If you're unwilling to do most of that, we'll get back to a guilty plea, I've got something else to offer." The tone sends a shiver down Rebecca's back, its familiar, like an old friend.

"You wanna make me a fucking spook." Rebecca says with a sigh, putting her head on the desk. "Sure."

"Not quite. I represent an organization, Gunny, that operates secretly at the behest of the Systems Alliance and its national benefactors." The Sergeant starts to speak, making Rebecca notice the Military Intelligence patch on his right shoulder, "Your life, practically, is over. One way or another, you either die in the defrosting process as your comrades rush to save you, not having hours to do it safely, or wake up in nine centuries and realize you have no one." Vanassen takes a breath and sips at a glass of water, having poured one for Rebecca on the way in.

"Your body has a remarkable affinity for cybernetics. And the organization I represent has an interest in that. We'd like to offer you this." Her slides the folder across, tagged TOP-SECRET with a three-headed dog beneath it in black on the manila.

Rebecca picked it up, and looked through it, wondering who in god's name would even risk getting into bed with her. She was a fucking nutjob. The Ur-Nutjob, the oldest human head-case alive and killing.

PROJECT PHOENIX

Subject: The enhancement of human soldiers via cybernetic and post-natal biotic implantation.

1. The Project is tasked with discovering, classifying and standardizing the viability of such a process, before applying it to volunteers willing to work on the long term as classified assets of the Systems Alliance.


"Whatever, yeah sure." Rebecca said with a yawn, "Did you think I was like ... Going to die for my honor or some shit? Put some metal in me and point me at shit to kill for god and country."

"Humanity and the right to self-determination as a species. But yes." Vanassen chuckles as he pulls the folder back, "We appreciate your cooperation, thank you for your time." He stands up, starting to move out.

"Oh. You're also missing fifteen bodies from your count." Rebecca said with a grin, "I was at fifty-one."

"I don't really care what you did to C-Sec, honestly." Vanassen admits.

"Can you be a little more fun." She pouted, "Everyone else treated me like a villain. I'm laughing maniacally and everything."

"They kick the fun out of us in the schoolhouse Gunny, thought you'd know that by now." The Sergeant chuckles, opening the door and beginning to leave the room behind, a single bulb hanging precariously above the cold metal interrogation table.

Seriously, when did I get here?, Rebecca thinks. A blank spot in her recent memory.

Rebecca looked straight at the one sided mirror and waved, "Just so you know, if you fuck my brain, then send a guy with a huge ass cerberus patch, I'm going to think human supremacists work for the government. Wouldn't that be a scary thought? Also, is that Larry I see in there?" She continues, just... Saying shit to entertain herself, "I fucked your mom, tell her I said hello."

The door hisses shut as she's left in silence.

In the quiet of the room, after an hour passes, she lets herself a single, sad thought.

I never got to have suit-off time.

There was a slight hiss of something in her ear, and then everything faded to black.


★ ★ ★​


Waking up after being left in the interrogation chamber for what felt like a day and falling asleep from the sheer boredom, Rebecca feels odd. There's a lightness to her, a chill as well, her eyes blink open on a hospital bed, staring into bright fluorescent lights. She feels....human, really. Sensation that was a tiny, near-imperceptibly dulled at the tips of her fingers now back to full, perhaps even better fidelity than flesh ever was after a dozen IED's.

Her hand is metallic, silvery with red gleams from in-between the metal cracks, glowing menacingly like a bad movie's villain. "Operative Scarlet Angel, welcome back to the lands of the living." A cold voice, bereft of the traces of human even Rebecca has emanates from a speaker, a shape like a man through a frosted glass window likely the source. "The implantation has gone well, absolutely no rejection. Your biology is a work of art."

"I can't believe the government looks at a chick fucking decimate two planets." Rebecca is mumbling, unclear of how clear she sounds, "And decided 'Yeah, fuck it, she needed more killing tools actually.' You the mad scientist from the comic books?"

"I did enjoy Marvel's work when I was growing up, I have to admit." He sounds like an asshole, using a complicated set of words when literally anything else would suffice.

Rebecca stops for a second, however, because what? "Fucking... Marvel survived? Disney still fucks around, but the US Government doesn't." Then as she tried to get up she said, "No, that tracks. Empire was in decline. Corporations are forever."

"The finer points of geopolitics will be a wonder to discuss, but for now, would you mind standing up for me? If you can." The scientist in charge asks, bringing Rebecca's mind to how light and springy she feels, like when she was eighteen, in the best shape of her life, without a modicum of injury to go along with it.

"Oh shit," Rebecca whispered as she decided that, if medigel was a thing, why bother going slow. She looked around for a window, or a door, or something... Breakable.

Its a clinic chamber, the sort that'll hold maybe three people in comfort and if overburdened will fall apart in minutes. Three beds, medical machinery everywhere, a frosted glass window showing the shadow of the scientist through it and a door that seems build to withstand tactical nukes judging from its thickness.

The first thing she did, was see what her high jump was leaping to touch the ceiling, she definitely over shot it as her head collided and she feel back down. Then she tried lifting random objects in the room. She tries to pick up the medical bed, and with a small grunt manages to get it up. Then, she places it down on a second bed, and tries to lift two, and it causes her to huff and heave, but while wobbly, she was able to do that as well. She didn't bother with three.

"I have an idea for how to test my physical abilities further." Rebecca said with a grin, looking at the frosted glass.

"I'm certain your hips actuate just fine, moving on." The scientist says, tapping away at the computer before him.

She hadn't considered that, "Oh thank god you left that in, alright, no I want to see if I can get through that glass." Rebecca approaches the frosted glass, and waits, for just a second to see if she was told no.

"Yes, if you try, I'll disable you from the neck down." He calmly says with a tone of mild annoyance.

She lowered her fist with a sigh, "So uh, is it like... Self lubricated and heated now?" Rebecca does a crotch chop to emphasise her question.

"I did not design that portion of you. Civillian functions will be handled separately." He grumbles, "Moving on to your more important implants. I'd like you to say acceleration times five."

"Acceleration times five. You can come be a civillian if you'd like," Rebecca giggles, "I'll make it worth your while. What are you scared of? I don't bite."

"Iiiiiiiiii aaaaaaaam nnnoooooooot-" He's speaking in slow motion, like a video put in quarter speed. Even Rebecca's hands move slowly, though nowhere near as slow as he seems to be, though the elongated whistle of air as she does suggests its only slow from her perspective.

"Acceleration times... One?" Rebecca says confused.

"Interested. How was the test of your neural synapse acceleration? We used nanosurgery to replace every nerve and neuron with a carbon fibre transmitter. Instant transmission of thoughts, controlled by an interface so you can still interact." He explains proudly.

Rebecca grinned, "I'm going to turn it on during an orgasm and die. Did you give me a button for that too? Wait. No. That rats all killed themselves with that I read. They just sat on the button until they stopped eating."

"Civillian functions are not my area. Lastly." He says, "Face towards one of the walls, cover your face, and say charge."

"Wait, can I have two questions?" Rebecca asked. "It's not about my bits."

"Yes. Ask." The scientist.

"Why are these voice activated?" She didn't really see the point of it, but she needed to know.

"They are not. They are neural impulse activated. You will need months if not years of practice to do it without saying it." He explains, "To avoid that, we made it linked to the impulses these words."

Rebecca nodded, "The first question was just if I could ask two questions." Then facing the window she quickly said, "Charge." While covering her face.

A blue-purple glow flares over her as she feels suddenly lighter and her legs kick off the ground hard, making a boom fill the room. Her shoulder goes straight through the glass, hospital gown tearing and pulling off her while armoured ballistic poly-ceramic shatters. Her feet skid through the ground, ripping up a tile as she bleeds momentum.

"Hi." She said giggling. "I just kind of wanted to show you why this is a terrible idea. We're good now."

The terrified maintenance worker stares as a voice comes on the intercom, "I fail to see your point." The voice comes across clearly as the same scientist.

"Oh thank god, you're not that dumb. There's hope for you yet." She laughed, as she looks around, "Hey, you wanna find me some pants or are you just going to take advantage of a naked, bleeding, cybernetic amazon?" She bends down to look the man in the eyes— Wait, Holy shit, am I even taller?

There was a slight hiss of something in her ear, and then everything faded to black.
 
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02.10.02 - Everything stays, but it still changes.
"So!" A bubbly feminine voice hits Rebecca like a brick as a woman in a dress, labcoat thrown over it with the prettiest eyes in green and hazel comes through the door, "I'm Caroline, I'm your civilian functions specialist and your biotic functions specialist. Very cool I know!"

Rebecca smiles, once again on her back on a medical bed. She didn't quite know how she got there, it was great how they kept teleporting her around via memory fuckery. "It's biotic now?" She asks as she looks down at her pelvis, once again wearing a hospital gown.

"That's the superpowers Rebecca!" Caroline clarifies, brushing one strand of black hair, cut into a pixie cut out of her face.

"Well, yes, it's the miracle of creation!" Rebecca says with a laugh spinning around, to sit up, "Anyways, I j ust wanted to spook the doctor I wasn't actually going to hurt him."

"So!" Caroline moves past that with a smile, red lips smiling broadly. "First, we'll talk about your sensory checks, does everything feel normal? I'm checking if I've over tuned anything." She pokes Rebecca on the arm, making the skin flex and it feels just like it should, "You're the third most advanced cyborg in human space!"

"You should go lower." Rebecca said with a small giggle, "I always like green eyes, but I'm normally into red hair. So... I think everything is fine? I may be misunderstanding what over tuned means here."

"Your skin is actually made of hard-light emitters connected to your nerve endings. It flexes, changes, and shifts to emulate flesh and make any odd shifts in your anatomy look proportional and normal. Be aware that due to how we set up the emitters to your nervous system, you will feel pain similar to human standards." Caroline chuckles affably, patting Rebecca. "Well, you haven't screamed since we woke you up this time, so it's definitely not as bad as last time!"

"Did I run through the glass window every time?" She asked with a grin.

"You run through the window every time, yes. We've stopped using poly-ceramic at this point." Caroline rolls her eyes as she starts to feel up Rebecca's arm, manipulating the joints with whisper-light touches.

"Oh good! You can learn!" Rebecca leans in again and says, with a joke, "still lower."

"Careful, Rebecca, I know your sensory commands." Caroline idly threatens, testing shoulder mobility, letting the arm twist three hundred and sixty degrees without pain. "Oh that's good." She murmurs idly at the flexibility.

"I have commands now? Can I be trusted with these commands?" No, no Rebecca, you can never be trusted with these commands.

"They're keyed to my voice, and you can't mimic it, programmed in limits, sorry!" The scientist giggles, grabbing the side of Rebecca's face.

Rebecca squinted, "I don't believe you."

"Look into my eyes please, I'm looking for light response and focus." She starts inspecting Rebecca's eyes.

Rebecca stared deep in her eyes, and bit her lip. She decided if she was going to be uncomfortable, everyone was going to be uncomfortable. This woman seemed far less easy to annoy however.

"You're doing really good Rebecca! Absolutely no faults yet! You might be ready to get out of here!" Caroline pats her cheek like a doting caretaker.

The compliment melted Rebecca's heart, "Okay, fine I'll behave."

"We know you've got mobility, and obviously hearing's fine! Taste!" She brings out a tupperware container.

"Oh come on, put in some cinnamon gum, there's better way for you and I to test this." Rebecca says with a sultry whisper.

"Professionalism, Rebecca!" Caroline opens up the tupperware, revealing fresh, still steaming cookies with chocolate chips quarter-melted in them.

"I've fucked all my doctors thank you." Rebecca opens her mouth letting a small bit of drool fall off it and a thin strand dripping down. The doctor smiles affably as she places a chunk of cookie in Rebecca's mouth. It tastes warm and soft and chocolatey, with a sugary hit just behind. Tasty, delicious and homemade. "Wow, I'm the only one I know who can bake like this. It's great."

"Awww, you're so sweet!" Caroline smiles broadly, eyes glinting in the light with a sparkle and shine of joy, "So! Sight, touch, taste, hearing aaaaand-"

Rebecca intterupts, and says with a bit of a whisper. "Are you sure we've fully tested touch, ma'am."

Caroline's smile turns less broad, but somehow warmer, "Rebecca, don't worry, we'll get you back to Omega and the people who really care about you ASAP, okay? Just need to make sure you're good to go." She lets her hand touch Rebecca's arm, warmly resting there in reassurance.

It made her shiver, just a bit. She had expected them all to be dead. That there wouldn't be a back to Omega, that she'd just be off, locked in rooms again. The idea that she could return to some semi-balance of what she had made started to chip it's way into her mind.

"We're not evil, and we're not crazy. You're an employee, not a slave okay?" Caroline offers with a tiny chuckle.

Rebecca shuddered again, and pulled herself together, "Is there a reason you still left me crazy, Doc?"

"What do you mean, Rebecca?" Caroline tilts her head, somewhat confused.

"I still feel ... Paranoid, Anxious, angry, sad, I've got a hankering to kill, fuck, and spread misery. Uh. Ma'am." She hadn't wanted to be fixed, but she wondered why they hadn't.

The doctor smiles, affirming Rebecca's words with a nod, "There's nothing wrong with you, Rebecca, you're perfect just the way you are! All you need is a way to channel yourself."

"Ah, repairing would mean turning off the blood lust. You still need me to take throats." She chuckled rubbing her arms. They had her entire body replaced, but left her brain as is.

"Somewhat that, somewhat a respect for your self-determination. Mister Grumpy on the intercom isn't in charge here." Caroline laughs, putting the clipboard she had in the other hand down, standing up with a click of heels as she starts to walk around Rebecca, "Last few things."

Rebecca nodded, "That was a good idea, it's earned you quite a bit of trust with me now. I'll actually behave."

"I understand you're a little bit of a tinkerer, if I understand your omnitool history correctly." Caroline says.

Rebecca hissed a little, "Oh god, that thing has a history?! Oh nonono."

"Mhmm! Don't worry, I've seen worse! Much worse!" Caroline reassures Rebecca as she continues, "I've put several attachment, detachment and modification ports throughout your body. Your spinal column can shrink or expand up to a maximum of six foot eleven and, if you desire, down to five three. Your femurs and shins can do the same to keep proportion." The doctor lists off.

"Your arms are fully hydraulic in the bones. If you keep putting effort into something, the hydraulics will keep applying force!" She bubbles happily, "I've added taste synthesizers to the inside of your mouth, and, uhm, everywhere else important!" Caroline blushes slightly.

"Nice." Rebecca says with a smile, "Does it vibrate?"

"Well! That's where the tinkering comes in! As a mostly synthetic entity, you're pretty free to work on yourself! If you look at your new omnitool for me." She gestures to the glimmering red omnitool that appears.

"Oooooh." Rebecca makes a happy noise as she flips through random apps.

"Now, Grumpy up there installed the three-D print functions so you can design and flashforge weapons on the fly, more than just standardized omniblades." Caroline says happily.

Rebecca looks at Caroline, then back to the omnitool, then back to Caroline. She was going to ask something stupid, but remembered she had decided to behave, and instead flicked through the random hard light settings, looking for something fun, settling on a anodized pink karambit. "Hello old friend." She whispered to the knife.

"The real limits are your creativity and knowledge of engineering! And supply of omnigel, its very expensive nowadays." Caroline chuckles, before refocusing, "Now, you've got three major biotic components in you, Charge, Lash and Singularity." There's a sharp finger pointed at Rebecca. "Please do not say any of those, Charge will put you in the ceiling, Lash will put the ceiling in you, and Singularity will kill me."

"Why do I have random murder words? You couldn't have made them fake words!?" Rebecca muttered.

"The true purpose of Project Phoenix is to see if long-term artificial biotics are possible. Asari scientists have repeatedly told us its unsafe, but, well, human's have many differences biologically and mentally speaking." Caroline continues past the complaints, "You're the testbed! The first! The best of the best!"

"What happens if I have to lead a C - H - A - R - G - E," She spelled the word out slowly.

"Perhaps, uhm, say "Rapid Advance" or have someone else say it? I didn't design the triggers, Grumpy is the neurosurgeon!" Caroline says with an amused giggle, "We're nearly done. Last things last, do you still feel any sort of internal aches or pains? Phantom pains of any sort?"

"No, well, besides the ghostly refrain from my slain foes on the wind." Rebecca says, though she was starting to flag even though it was largely a brief conversation. It was just... Too much. She wanted to be home.

"Alright Rebecca, 'till next time!" Caroline laughs, then pressed a switch on her own omni-tool.

There was a slight hiss of something in her ear, and then everything faded to black.


★ ★ ★​


Cold metal on her cheek is oddly familiar, like the press of a good dream starting. The drip-drop-drip of a leaky tube spilling some horribly hostile chemical that no one really cares about like the songbird of Omega, telling everyone where they've arrived finally.

A mass of life moves around the isolated side-alley of Omega Rebecca notes in a dull open eye'd look, staring at a piece of graffiti she's probably seen before at some point, not that she overly cares to be fully honest.

"Fuckin'" She muttered to herself as she pulled up her bright red omnitool, "Oh that's real subtle..." She continued to grumble as she flicked through her contacts to see what was still working, who had the same contact info. The group chat was deleted. Obviously.

Direct Message to Quadzilla
Rebecca
Vro you there?


The contact you've tried to reach has been disconnected.

There wasn't a reply, of course not they probably all burned their numbers, even if they didn't there's a chance she's just reaching out to an agent, or an enemy.

Direct Message to Birdy
Rebecca
Hey buddy you miss me?


The contact you've tried to reach has been disconnected.

She sighed, and then continued to reach out

Direct Message to Kratt Name Here
Rebecca
Get up it's time to whoring and scoring


The contact you've tried to reach has been disconnected.

It was Ras or Lisa. She had been avoiding Lisa because she wasn't tied to Rebecca, not in any way that truly mattered. She was worried that Ras hated her, or worse, Ras didn't get out.

Direct Message to Fresh Air
Rebecca
Please tell me you're safe?
Answer?
Please?


The contact you've tried to reach has been disconnected.

Fuck. There was only one number left, but maybe it'd be good to go in person? No, if the comm worked, she'd be an ass if she ignored it.

Direct Message to Doctor Girlfriend🍊
Rebecca
It's Rebecca, they let me out on good behavior.


The contact you've tried to reach has been disconnected.

It meant she was walking, first would be Vro's if only because the Clinic was an easy target, but a nine-hundred year old battlemaster was still a fucking nine hundred year old battlemaster. Omega was the same, as if Rebecca had never been there. Time would always move on without her, the world changed, and it wasn't changed by her. God she hoped her family was okay, she tried so hard to be strong. To be confident. To pick the kind of people who survive and could handle themselves. That was the whole point.

As she walked she bumped into a Batarian, and kept walking as he shouted, "Hey watch where you're going shithead." Sounds like they got her some pretty good translator gear. That was good at least. Probably the best since she was all milspec again. She looked at her clothes, and saw she was wearing a tanktop with the anarchy symbol on it, and cargo pants. Same shit, different day.

The familiar gunshop comes into view, didn't seem like it had gone anywhere, and she pushed open the door with a gentle peek inside.

"I can taste your moping from here." Vro grumbles with a glare as Rebecca comes into the gunshop. He's much the same as he always was, without much of a change at all, not even a new scar since she last saw him. "What's wrong with you? A month of cryofreeze and you're a whiney bitch?"

"I'm fucking hugging you," Rebecca said, not taking no for an answer, moving fast, maybe too fast. "You're going to just have to fucking deal with it." She squeezed him as hard as she could, holding the ancient man. She had been so worried. "They kept saying you were all going to get killed." Rebecca whispered into the krogan's ear, but then froze as she heard a pop.

"Huh, you get superpowers?" Vro says as one of seven joints in his shoulder pops back into place with a shrug of his powerful muscle.

Rebecca nodded as she let go and stepped back slowly, "I'm ninety-five percent metal now, and the last five is experimental asari tech. Also a spook now as a deal for everyone."

"So you got roped into being a testbed for some shit, and also do wetwork on the side for them." Vro breaks down the situation aptly.

"I think there's a ton of money involved as well?" Rebecca asked, with a small nod, "I would have done the nine-hundred years, but I couldn't imagine..."

Vro points at Rebecca, "Lisa cried for three weeks. Go fix that before I fix you."

She paused, "Is everyone just... Where they were before? Nothing changed?"

"Ras is somewhere, dunno. Camlos is tracking some jackass while popping slavers like candy, not really shown up around here, Lisyris has a dayjob. Kratt's been running your mess." Vro, point by point, explains what's taken place in the time Rebecca's been gone. "Do what I told you."

It makes sense, life would have moved on it was just... Weird that everyone was just... "Give me her contact so I can start now."

"Go to the clinic you idiot." Vro commands, staring down Rebecca annoyedly.

Rebecca turned around and said "Charge," then she said "wait wait no—" As she remembered the door was locked. It shattered like wet tissue paper as her biotic and physical enhancments allowed her to obliterate it. Then the car in front of it, Why people still parked in front of Vro's shop still always confused Rebecca, and then slammed face first into the station wall, finding it lacking in give. "FUCK."

She decided to just sprint from there without the uncontrollable powers.
 
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02.10.03 - Everything stays, but it still changes.
Rebecca was oxygen efficient, had a heat radiator somewhere where her hair was and hydraulics. The wind whistled in her ears, and she got used to muttering the accelerator commands to speed and slow her perception allowing her to make massive adjustments without running into people. This is probably supposed to be used with the charge.

She skidded in front of the clinic and looked around carefully. The hole in the wall with the familiar war crime symbol above it gave her pause. Would she break down? Would she la— Don't even think that one. Rebecca observed her surroundings before walking in making sure that no-one was out to get her. Then continues to walk towards the clinic. There was a sharp, Mrrrrrow. By her feet as she moved.

Cattress, the cat from her office in the Citadel, was in Omega. Simply popping out of the shadows to accompany her on the final leg of her walk. The three-tailed purple spotted cheetah purred next to her feet, and demanded for a moment to be pet and adored. It was calming, and the silk soft fur made her feel better. Made her feel safe, "You come looking for me? How?"

The cat just MeeeeEeeRll, in a violent trill, before giving Rebecca a pack of cloves producing it with a flick of it's tail. An information era earth brand, one that wasn't around anymore. Hadn't been around in two-hundred years. She looked down at the pack with some confusion, and when she looked up again, the creature was gone. Her mind reeled as she tried to absorb the new information this brief encounter with the animal could mean. She got lost in the black packaging of the kreteks, staring at her reflection in the shrink wrap plastic. Then took one out and lit it with a flash-forged match.

It didn't really matter right now. She took a deep puff and watched the clinic from across the street, she could hear Lisa's voice, right where she left her. So happy, so kind. Taking care of some kid, or at least that's what her ears told her.

Lisyris is talking, "Alright, and that'll be the last shot!" She's smiling down to a human child, an adorable little girl wearing a dress. "You'll not get sick again, okay?" She reassures the kid with a pat on her cheek before turning to the parents.

When the kid and her parents walked out, Rebecca crossed the street, crushing the clove under heel. She gave a sharp rap on the door frame. "Knock, knock, did you know popsicles could be let out on good behavior?"

Lisa smiles, a weight coming off her shoulders as the sparkling joy of love slams back into her, filling her eyes with a light.

"I really need a hug Lisa." Rebecca whispered, she moved forward slowly reaching out.

"I need a hug too, Rebecca." Lisa whispers back, meeting Rebecca halfway much quicker, wrapping her arms around the taller woman with a shudder, "I thought I lost you so soon." She murmurs into Rebecca's ear, hanging off the taller woman with warmth and love pouring off her after a month of dread and heartache. "Goddess I missed you."

Rebecca could breathe, but her entire body was flooding with emotion, "I did too," she admitted, "I made a deal for you all to be safe, but I was so scared it wouldn't work out." She didn't want to hold her too hard, she had removed Vro's shoulder with a hug. "I can't believe they didn't betray me. I can't believe you all waited here."

The gentle touch brings another shudder, followed by a laugh from Lisyris, "Where else would I be but waiting for you?" She asks, pulling back to look up at Rebecca with a smile.

"Oh... You'd..." Rebecca whispered, her eyes filling with tears, "Would you have waited?"

"I'm the only one who can, lover." Lisyris answers with a soft smile, a gleam of liquid in her eyes as she intakes Rebecca with the eyes of someone who's desperately missed her lover.

Hot tears spilled down her face, but something, either something in her eyes, or maybe her skin, or maybe something deeper down, let them stay clean, letting an ugly cry be a beautiful one. "You're too good to me. I'm sorry I got greedy. And reckless. And stupid. I was so sure I was invincible."

Lisa leads Rebecca in two short steps over to a clinical bed, and sits there with her, "Its fine lover, everyone makes that mistake, I've made that mistake, a dozen times." She reassures Rebecca with a brush of her hand.

"There's uh..." Rebecca said quietly, "If I'm entirely metal ... Um ... There's a chance you might be stuck with me longer than you signed up for. I know I have like ... A pet lifespan normally so..."

"I signed up for eternity. We'd have been together in the end anyways." Lisa giggles warmly, a noise like a fine crystal. A popup in Rebecca's vision lists off what cultural precept this is referring too quickly.

Asari belief is all creatures return to a repository of thought upon death. An afterlife. In black text, on red background that moves away when attention is moved off it.

Rebecca kissed Lisa on top of her head. "I keep trying to ignore this thing you hint at." She admits, quietly, "Because it scares me to think about, but I don't know how to stop it if it's true."

Lisa hums to herself, letting her lips rest idly on Rebecca's collarbone, "Why does it scare you?"

"I want to know that if I get hurt, I'm not killing you as well." Rebecca whispered, "It ... frightens me."

"I've lived very long, Rebecca. I've lived longer than many of my kind could hope too, by centuries." Lisa reassures Rebecca, lips moving against her skin in a fresh, new and exciting sensation, nerves arrayed slightly differently to make it all new. "I do not fear anything anymore, and will stay with my loved ones until they're gone." She says warmly, "I'll take care of Ras, Camlos, Kratt and continue caring for Vro if anything happens, alright?" The Asari explains with a bubbly tone.

That would have to do, Rebecca realised, and it was more than most got. "Thank you, not that I'm planning to do anything stupid. The deal was just kind of shitty. I had to test this like ... Person replacement kit for super soldiers or whatever. They want me to do wet-work, I'm sure."

Then she said, "And please don't cry for three weeks next time. You can mourn me in a day, I'm not worth that much agony."

"I would have mourned you for a century." Lisa smiles, turning her head to lay on Rebecca's chest, "And remembered you forever after that." She says with a certainty and assurance that's terrifying, casual and truthful in a way that less long-lived species can't imagine being.

"Do you know where everyone is? I thought ... After the red sand thing Aria would tear down the clinic and the gun shop." Rebecca took a deep breath, she felt guilty she didn't come to the clinic first, but if anyone could survive it was a Krogan in a bunker full of guns.

"Aria is.... a little busy. The thugs that came around here were shot by a sniper." Lisa says, "I thought it was Camlos, but he wasn't around there, and said the shots were maddeningly accurate." Lisyris explains as she idly glances at an omnitool to make sure she's being accurate, "Some vigilante called Archangel is working his way through the more morally, fungible, people of the city."

With a obnoxious snort, Rebecca said, "Calling himself Archangel? Are you kidding? Whatever, Batman with a sniper is none of my business I guess." She gave Lisa a light kiss on the head. "Do you know where Ras is? Vro didn't. I need to know, did she make it out? Are you mad I ran into the building to try and get everyone out?"

"I'm a lot mad. But I'll be alright with a kiss, or a thousand." Lisa laughs to herself, starting to reformulate her thoughts.

Rebecca kissed her on the head again, "They would have all died, Lisa. There were so many people in there."

"Which is why the kisses'll make it better. Ras is on the station, but she's in hiding. Terrified of Aria coming for her, but unable to stay on the Citadel." She explains, moving to hug Rebecca tighter every second, smiling broader as she breathes and intakes Rebecca's presence like a balm, a medicine.

"I'll go talk to Aria." Rebecca said firmly still hugging her, "This needs to stop. I can't have my family hiding and I'm not going to leave Ras cowering in a corner." Making Lisa frown.

"That's not your best idea, lover. I'll admit---" Her omnitool rings with a number that opens itself. "Heeeeeeyo!" The bubbly, happy voice of Aria's secretary rattles through the room, "Rebecca! Miss DInozzo? Are you there? If you are, your presence is kindly requested at the Afterlife." Inherent, audible capitalization is the only thing that saves that from being merely a threat, and instead is just mostly a threat.

"Yeah, sorry it sounded like Aria broke our deal so I was double checking." Rebecca said firmly, "She wanted the Citadel in a year, I still have a few months. I'll go see my liege." The Queen bit still brought a small twirk to her lip.

"That's awesome! We'll be waiting!" The secretary hangs up suddenly.

Rebecca kissed Lisa on the head, "It was going to go down this way no matter what. I'm a lot stronger now, and a lot more cautious."

"I hope you're right, lover." Lisa frowns.


★ ★ ★​


Rebecca walked slowly towards Afterlife. She knew she'd have to figure out something. She wouldn't get sent back to the citadel, and no-one was too strong to not get offed. There was just something... She had to do it. The fight was coming to her, and she needed to just get it over with. Either she won, or she lost what mattered is that it happened.

Aria's handmaidens direct Rebecca by her arms, still with happy conversation between them, though as they get closer to the club and can see the stormy Aria, they get hushed and nervous. The Queen of Omega is glaring a hole in a wall as a man lies dead next to her, neck turned purple with bruising from where she obviously strangled him.

Her eyes snap to Rebecca as she comes into the club, and track her like a prized cut of meat, or perhaps a deer full of venison, all the way up the stairs, around the dancing pillar in the centre of the club where Asari maidens make pocket money and explore themselves at the same time. Music ripples through the air with phantasmal beats that tease and whisper at the senses, backed by drumbeats and a bassy guitar riff that lurks in the background of the noise.

"Dinozzo." Aria spits out, five yards further than she ever talks to anyone, either a rare respect or a spine curling change in habits, more than likely the second one.

"I'd like to give a full report." Rebecca said, "Since I was there, and might be the only one who was."

There's a whispering waft of smoke that escapes from behind the Asari as she glares down at Rebecca, "Why should I give a fuck." She growls, trying to calm down.

"You called me, I'm still useful. Just ... Not at that." Rebecca said simply. "I came when you called. Either stupid loyal or ... Too stupid to keep around." She waited watching Arya carefully, seeing that she hadn't said enough or maybe just being allowed to dig her own grave. "I'm just trying to stay true to my word."

"So you walked into a room with someone who wants to kill you? That's your gameplan to stay true to your words?" Aria growls again, standing up for once. She's a tall woman, not quite as tall as Rebecca, especially not now, but she easily comes up to her nose with a glare. "Tell me, Dinozzo, why the fuck should I let a failure live."

"Few reasons," Rebecca felt cold, and clammy, and she was terrified, but she had to make the leap. "There's not an infinite amount of people on Omega who can wipe out an Entire CSEC squad. The people who made me a cyborg clearly want me to still work with you, and again, I'm loyal. I'm kind of hoping that wins out and doesn't get me killed." Though Rebecca admitted as she quietly presses her palms to her head, and muttered more to herself than anything, "It always gets me almost killed. Keep fucking trying to be loyal keep getting fucked for it."

"That's not your issue. Your issue is that you stop thinking." Aria states, barely not reaching out to throttle the woman in front of her, "You stop thinking when you think you've won. And then you lose." The Queen hisses out.

Rebecca actively flinched at the statement, wanting to take a step back. No-one had laid it out like that before, and it made bile rise in her throat. It was so fucking obvious to all these ancient beings, but she could never figure it out until it was too late. "Shit."

"Now, I'm left in a shit position. I've got a near-useless killer in my hands. I've been politely asked by a business partner to not mount you to my club wall, and I don't know what to do with her." Aria rattles off exactly why Rebecca's still breathing oxygen. "So, you fucking idiot, congratulations." Her voice is a smoky growl, filling the air with almost reverberations of aggression, making the smoke ripple as it passes over it.

"You'll get to live, and I have to make you better." Aria finishes, staring a supernova into Rebecca's eyes, unafraid, more enraged by the cyborg's presence.

Rebecca couldn't help but wince again, "Yes ma'am. I'm a quick learner ma'am." She maintained eye contact trying to be appeasing, but also just trying to stay alive. "Thank you for uh—"

"Shut the fuck up. You've got a job." Aria interrupts the placid politeness Rebecca's wholly unused to giving, finding it annoying, "There's a sniper, Archangel, consider him your litmus test. If you die, I'm rid of you, if you live, you've grown a brain, if you catch him, you're worth something." She turns on a heel and stomps back to her throne with a swaying gait.

Rebecca, for once knew when she was dismissed, "I'll uh. Get his head for you or ... hers. Goo— I'm dismissed. I'll leave." Then she scampered away, not wanting to anger the woman further. There was a split second where her mouth had wanted to mention the importance of keeping around institutional knowledge, and murdering failures creates a serious lack of high-end operatives. Luckily, the speaker in her mouth now had a manual off-switch.
 
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Neat.

why those powers exactly?
wonder if she can swap them out or learn more?

and i wonder if she'll figure out how to fly with Charge?

and if i understand it right, with her modifications she now has even More of a healing factor...neat.

weapons and armor can be broken down into Omnigel i think..
imagine her getting a few holes blasted into her, then deconstructing her enemie's clothes and weapons and using the gel to regenerate.

i kinda hope Garrus and the rest leave Omega Just before Rebecca gets there.

i like to imagine Canon ME happening in the background, unaffected by this story.
 
while this is Lift and not Lash, i'm imagining her pulling this off

Also i see that name change.

Fallout here we come...eventually?
oh no...
Fallout Drugs and Medication...

Endless Hunt is a bit harder to pull off...
Monster Hunter would mean the possibility of her blenderising a Deviljho...
 
New Title, New Thread Description, New Icon, but do I don the Rebecca Avatar?

I just relate to Millie so much more Q_Q
 
Rebecca said again carcking her neck.
No, Rebecca, Carck you!
We know you've got mobility, and obviously hearings fine!
Missing apostrophe in "hearing's"
"Are you sure we've fully test touch, ma'am
Should be "tested"
What happens if I have to lead a C - H - A - R - G - E," She spelled the word out slowly.

"Perhaps, uhm, say "Rapid Advance" or have someone else say it?
In my "what to do if I get voice activated spells" fantasies I have a long form with a prefix, e.g. "cast fireball" and three shortcut macros for the most commonly used, Zit, Zat and Zot.
Camlos is tracking some jackass popping slavers like candy,
Is it the jackass popping slavers or Camlos?
 
No, Rebecca, Carck you!

Missing apostrophe in "hearing's"

Should be "tested"

In my "what to do if I get voice activated spells" fantasies I have a long form with a prefix, e.g. "cast fireball" and three shortcut macros for the most commonly used, Zit, Zat and Zot.

Is it the jackass popping slavers or Camlos?

You are amazing thank you I fixed all of those as well. (please let me know if you're interested in beta reading at all, we're up to word # like 450k.)
 
02.11.01 - Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
Rebecca found Archangel alright, as the crack of a hypervelocity round took out a foot of steel next to her head behind cover. To be more accurate however they found her. After nearly a month of hunting heads had started exploding around her.

The smoking wreckage of the hovercar she had been traveling in moments before scattered around her. The charred bodies of Aria's goons, people lent to Rebecca to take care of Arcangel, lay strewn about. Archangel's sniper fire had torn the vehicle and its passengers to shreds with ruthless efficiency.

Those who weren't already dead, soon would be.

Her only saving grace was her internal heuristic system, which found the ballistic trajectory of the round and give her a line all the way to its origin point, four hundred metres away. With a rather ominous warning symbol. Micro-guidance detected on ballistic analysis, they will not miss.

As the ringing in her ears subsided, Rebecca's mind raced. Archangel had her dead to rights but wasn't taking the shot. What was his game? With few other options, she decided there was nothing to lose by trying to make contact.

She pulled out a small projector mostly trying to see the kind of person Archangel was, as she pointed it at a wall that had to be in the sniper's sight. Text showing up on the apartment building. "*Hey baby you the chatty type?"

A bullet slams into the projector a second later, before a second round goes another direction, catching the engine of a hovercar full of Aria's goons, making the vehicle tumble and crash in a detonation, not one to care for collateral. The Krogan that stumbles out of the crash on fire eats a round to the head.

He wasn't accessible, in another tower in the upper wards. They shouldn't have gone out in the open like this. She had gotten cocky, I always get fucking cocky.

There wasn't much to be done about that problem. She could book it, try to lure him to a more favorable location, but the guy was just ... Kind of a coward. He wouldn't chase, he wouldn't take a shitty position. Only ambushes where he knew he'd win. The fact that he was able to shoot something out of her hand, through a wall, meant he was choosing not to kill her.

She wondered if her barriers could take one of those shots as she stuck her middle finger out from behind the wall, up turned. There's a harsh moment where the heuristics state targeting laser detected, but no shot comes. A few seconds later, her omnitool fritzes as a message from an unknown source hits it.

Direct Message with ??!?#@ #!@
??!?#@!#!@
Run. You have someone to give a shit about.
Rebecca
uwu archangel senpai notices me. Come on baby, don't be like that.
F?e?s@ #!r
You remind me of an idiot.
Rebecca
Would you be surprised to hear I get that a lot?
Probably not
I feel like this is a bit sexist, I'm going to assume your male
but like... Not with a small pecker
a medium sized one you're just uncomfortable about.
Thoughts?
??!?#@!#!@
Huh, didn't expect you to be as friendly as you are. Reputation's not as kind on the C-Sec side
Rebecca
Too be fair. I am definitely a horrific monster.
I'm also affable. They're not mutually exclusive.
Makes it hard to peg me. Well, no. It doesn't.
?r!?#h #i@
Funnily enough, I've found they are mutually exclusive. You've got a little trickle of person in you, its why I've been zoomed in on your left eye for the last twelve minutes.
Rebecca
Most guys are just like "oh I got lost in your eyes."
I do enjoy this serial killer version better.
It's because I'm a redhead isn't it? No-one can resist the curls.
??!?#@!#!@
I prefer my redheads straight-haired.
Thanks for the data on Aria's organization by the way.
You need to wipe your omnitool more often.
Rebecca
I don't... Have any organizational data?
I don't think you understand how deep in the shit house I am.
I don't even get to know what the daily special is anymore.
??!?#@!#!@
Of course you do, you didn't turn off your location tracking.
I can make guesses based of where you frequent.
Rebecca
Oh. I swear, your mom's house was just to fix the plumbing.
Daily.
Well... I tried daily, but then I had to do the anti-biotic routine
You know how your mother is.
??!?#@!#!@
Not fond of her, so its fine. Go back to your doctor and your quarian and your whatever.
If you fuck off and don't bother me again
I'll let you know where she's holed up

There's a pause as she stops give a back and forth with the stupid fuck and stares at her omnitool. She actually sits down for a second to think. Not because her legs gave out but because she just... Couldn't move. It'd been two months, and she still hadn't found Ras, she didn't even know if Ras was alive.

Direct Message with ??!?#@!#!@
/rename "??!?#@!#!@" "Bottom"
Rebecca
Let's be a little less threatening with loved ones.
I'm not super ecstatic about having things l ike that held over my head.
I become far less affable.
Bottom
I'm not going to hurt them.
I'm telling you how you can get a hold of them
Leave me to my business.
Rebecca
Your business will get me killed.
Bottom
Come help me then. Aria'll break under pressure eventually.
Rebecca
Uggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhghhghghgghhgghggghghghghghghghghghgh
Do you actually know where Ras is? Prove it.
Bottom
There's a tracer in your omnitool sending signals to a relay in the station, I traced that, got through some firewalls that were alright, and am looking at a live feed.
I know.
Rebecca
I want to make this very clear, because Aria did not seem to understand. Which is the only reason I'm entertaining this. I'm being very very very direct and clear.
I am loyal to my family first, my employees second, those who help me, and then those who hire me.
Once again, very kindly I am requesting, we do not play games with the first.
But fuck it, Aria tried to kill my family.
Or I've just failed a test, but christ I was a terrible spook.
Anyways.
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This your type?
Bottom
She's here, follow the map app I downloaded for you.
Stay out of my business.
Rebecca
I thought I was helping you. Definitely male.
Bad at communication.
show me your b-hole.

Rebecca pulled up the map app and followed the trace with a small sigh as she lifted her middle finger and walked away. Vigilantes were a step above cops, if only because they normally had an honor system of some sort. Aria shouldn't have gone after her family, it was incredibly simple, but the woman was simply too violent, or too unstable to be trusted. She pulled out a cigarette and then looking down to one of the men she was travelling with, he wasn't dead. Not yet anyways, just hurt.

An overweight pig with greasy hair and a greasier skin. With a golden tooth, and the complexion of mottled ham. He huffed and puffed on the ground as he bled, cursing silently to himself. What was his name again? Rebecca wondered as she looked down at him.

He said... Something, but Rebecca wasn't paying attention anymore.

He was a human. The worst ones were always human, talking about how great it'd be to get a suit off a Quarian, just being a stupid fucking ass. She had politely asked him to stop.

The man stared at her with anger and disgust, "Hey fuckface, give me some goddamn medi-gel!"

Rebecca just smiled, "You should've probably been nicer when I asked you to be."

She put three into his head. The corpse drops with the dime-sized holes starting to slough out chunks of red-tainted grey. Rebecca watched the human for a second, always the apes with too much pride and too little brains. Always the apes who are most used to being slimy. She stomped the guy's skull out, to make sure her pistol couldn't be identified.

Then continued following the map taking an inhale of the cloven cigarette. "I'm so tired." She whispered suddenly, unbidden and uncontrolled. A whisper that reaches no ears yet. Its not a short trek, and the heuristic algorithms tied to sensors on Rebecca's body report she's being tracked by a targeting laser the whole way through.

The learning model chirps after about a half-hour walking, it's detected multiple lasers. She was either walking under the sight of unseen sentries, or Archangel worked with a team, maybe a big team considered the amount of surveilance her tech said she was under. He must have been rotating out with other people in the ward. How many could he have been working with?

Direct Message with Bottom
Rebecca
You should all take a picture it lasts longer.

As she climbed among the open air gantries she found it, a drug-den built in a decrepit tower where the air was getting thin.

A few heavy steps, slow and laborous. She missed Ras so much. She missed Camlos, though they'd reconnoitered already. She missed Kratt. Everything got fucked because she got cocky when she thought she won. It wouldn't be like that this time. She refused to. Her entire family torn apart in seconds.

Not this time. She took a deep breath, and moved with silent steps. Watching angles, noting possible camera placements. No-one owned this place, it was just... Forgotten. Rebecca snarled at wary eyes and heavily armed goons watching her as she climbed through the building. Like everywhere however, if you just look like you belong there, you generally will.

A voice comes through a speaker on a wall, five stories up soft and cute and accented in a way even a translator can't remove, "Rebecca?"

"They let me out on good behaviour." She joked again, she liked the joke, and she looked around with a big grin. "I reached out to your burner number. Tried to hunt you down. Then made a d—" Rebecca stopped thinking hard.

"You have to come back later," Ras's voice am over the speaker in a panic squeak, "Things aren't ready yet, but please come back later." She sounded mournful, her begging cutting through to Rebecca's heart. "I'm sending you a contact trade request."
 
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02.11.02 - Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
As Rebecca stood in the decrepit, abandonded apartment building she checked her heuristics, and pulled up her omnitool.

Direct Message with Bottom
Rebecca
You can fuck off now.
I'm not getting her to open the door so you can just ice us both.
Bottom
I'm already working with her. Though i didn't know where she was holed up till you showed me.
Rebecca
So... Just immediately broke my only rule.
Sick.
Bottom
I'm not good with rules.
Rebecca
:)

"Fucking prick." Rebecca muttered angrily. "I can't believe it. Every fucking time. No. Fuck this. Fuck that." Rebecca said to Ras's voice, "I'll come back tomorrow."

She stomped back out the building using the heuristics targeting to locate where Archangel was, making eye-contact with a glint. Walking directly towards him, then saying

"Acceleration ten, charge." Letting her biotics take over and move at light speed at what looked like a parking structure, magnetized blood, or maybe just magnetic pneumatic fluid allowing her to forego measly things like stairs, choosing to run sideways up a wall, leap to a flying car, and then with another, "charge." Flinging herself from the car to the top of the parking structure.

"Hey. Buddy." Rebecca called out, "You wanna work together? Then you're going to come out here, because I'm not letting that one slide."

"Feels like a bad idea." A dual-tone Turian voice, at least four octaves deeper than Camlos, and probably at least a decade older comes from somewhere on the parking lot.

Rebecca growled as she turned trying to locate the source, "Yeah, well I'm full of those."

Archangel is sneaky, incredibly sneaky. Audio-sensors are trying to find him with broad sweeps while visual scanners can't spot anything else.

"Fuck it, singularity." Rebecca says, she was tired of trying to be quiet, this wasn't going to be a sneaky thing. She was just going to tear this parking structure apart.

A point of light turns into a point of dark as the top of the structure starts to be ripped up and into a burning tear in space, cars are dragged up, concrete torn out of the ground and everything goes silent as all sound is ripped into it. It lasts for a bare few seconds before with a sound like a thunderclap or a bomb going off, it snaps shut, leaving half-torn cars, ripped apart concrete, and a Turian pointing a rifle as long as he is at Rebecca.

"Come on now," Rebecca said, "I just need to make a small point about this. I'm going to slug you once in the jaw, and then we're even. I'll hold back."

"I need my jaw, sadly, part of my stunning good looks." Archangel answers, "Take a step, I fry your ware." His omnitool is open even as his rifle is pointed at Rebecca.

Rebecca snarls, "I'm very unhappy you couldn't make this work."

"I don't work with someone unless I know they can keep their heads under stress." The Turian is so very calm, utterly relaxed in tone. Like this is a friendly chat or a flirt at the bar.

"Well," Rebecca said, with a grin, "I don't work with people who can't keep their word. I think we may be at an impasse."

"Maybe. How do we get past it, me keeping my jaw and all as well." He considers, tall, coming up to Rebecca's height even now. He looks like he could beat Camlos down fairly easily, or a Krogan.

"I told you." Rebecca said, "Fine, I'll slug you in the stomach. You're not scared of little old me are you?" There's a small crackle as burning cars, crushed concrete, and destroyed property.

"Healthily apprehensive, Scarlet Angel." Archangel jokes with a Turian smile spreading across his features.

"Wait, you're that twink." Rebecca says as she makes eye contact, his face suddenly dawning on her, "You're the one who gets pegged by that N7 chick."

Archange-No.....Garry? Says "Not quite how it goes, and I've put on some weight, I'll admit."

"Fucking Garry," Rebecca said laughing, "Alright, so you got all fuckin' hot and bothered being outside the law, and now you're trying to self-destruct. That's very... Well relatable."

"C-Sec's got too many rules. Too many regulations. Can't stop the people that need stopping." Archangel offers his reasoning calmly.

Rebecca snorted at him, "Nah, you're just trying to get killed." She shook her head, "You're on Omega, you're trying to piss off as many criminals ay once because you've lost everything. Dying doing what you love is all you got left."

"You might be projecting, Scarlet Angel." Archangel offers, omnitool still online

She could see it though, "Turians bond for life, Archangel."

There's a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, "You don't need a heart to live, human's don't get that."

"Do you like, when you talk like this do you think you're being extremely cool, or can you feel the embarassment I feel for you." Rebecca asks, wondering if she could rush him. Probably not, but she really wanted to deck him.

"Mostly cool," Archangel chuckles.

Though she paused, and got a bit of bile in the back of her throat, "Wait, did you say you were a fucking cop? What you weren't getting hard anymore bullying poor people?"

"Lost its touch, I'll admit. Something about fining the poorest people on the Citadel made me feel a little queasy, you know?" Archangel says, not having moved an inch from his position, "Not quite Protect and Serve. Think I'm doing better now, what's your opinion?"

"You're so full of shit." Rebecca snorted, "My opinion is I blew my entire life up and I'm piecing it back together. I can figure the rest out later."

"Then you'll be happy to know that I've got nothing to do with your life, so far." Archangel explains, "If you want my path and yours to cross, we can talk, but I'm not in the mood to get bent in half by a cybernetic fis--"

"Oh my god you sound like a fucking tool." Rebecca said with a groan, interrupting him, "If yOu WAnT mY pATh anD— Do you hear yourself?"

"You're discriminating against my way of speaking." The Turian sounds terribly amused.

Rebecca shook her head, "I'm discriminating against a fucking nerd."

Archangel has a wave of irritation come over his face, "Is....this how red headed women flirt?"

"Yeah." She admitted almost immediately, "I think it's genetic, like the higher pain tolerance, or the alcoholism. So when she pegged you, what's it like?"

"Not quite how it went." Archangel says again, considering how to get out of this situation. "I'm pretty good on top."

Rebecca shakes her head with a big grin, "Nah, I know a man who has had their funny button pressed when I see one. I know one who's very angry as well."

The vigilante chuckles in a surprisingly warm and genial tone, obviously having had negotiation training, "You might be projecting again."

"You have to keep getting friendlier the angrier you get, it's like a dam." Rebecca said watching the rifle carefully, "I have to prove a point right now. It's unfortunate, but it really is imperative."

"The point being you punching me? We could just go out for drinks you know." Archangel offers another solution.

"No, well, maybe, but no." Rebecca said with a deep breath, "You get one warning. Look around you, I chose to stop. Do not play games with my family again. Though you can definitely fuck with me if you want outside of that. I quite like stupid games."

Then she thought about it, "Yeah fuck it let's go get drinks, Larry."

"Garrus." Archangel states coolly.

Rebecca smirked, "Right, sorry, Gantry. Can I walk forward now or are you still deadset on making this a firefight?"

"Just so you're aware. I'd win the firefight, and I'm not interested in you in that way. It'll be just drinks." Garrus explains, ignoring the jab.

"You... Aren't actually my type? I like people who can like, fight. You ambush people."

"Scum don't deserve a fight." The vigilante says with an easy smile.

"Such a tool." Rebecca moans outloud, "Keep coping, Garnish."

Garrus gestures with his rifle, pointing it down and letting it collapse, "If you try and punch me, I'm burning out your ware."

"Well, unlike you I keep my word." Rebecca walks forward with a hiss of anger, "I also generally warn people when I'm coming, but that's more just a thing about really really enjoying extreme violence."


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"I'm going to talk shit, about every single piece of what I see right now. You look like a bluefooted booby, and sound like a foghorn fucked velvet." Rebecca drawled as she stared Archangel in the eye, "You're a shitty cop, worse vigilante, and your greatest achievement is being a leech to someone elses fame."

She'd been going on for about half an hour now. Garrus is sipping at a glass of some light-purple liquor as she does, nodding where he agrees, shaking his head otherwise. "I was a pretty shitty cop. Not good at investigating to be honest." He gives that to Rebecca. "But I have to disagree on the vigilante bit. I've reduced criminal metrics in the Verge by nine percent."

"That's because of the fucking Citadel job exploding, not you." Rebecca groaned as she signalled for another drink, "Fucking Aria's cleaning house, the mercs are cleaning house, everyone's keeping their nose clean because they don't want to be the next one on the red hot poker."

"Sure, that's part of it. The other part is I've killed nineteen Blood Pack, Blue Sun and Eclipse commanders in two months." He takes another sip, "It was a little complicated."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, "So... Criminals also include people with licenses to do mercenary work, and this isn't a cry for help?"

"Blue Sun's a pile of war criminals, Eclipse is a pile of war criminals with a physical abuse fetish, the Blood Pack is...." He trails of with a disgruntled look.

"Mostly Vorcha yeah, I wasn't really talking about the Blood Pack." Rebecca admitted with a small snort, "Right, so, to recap. Aria, Blood Pack, Blue Sun, and Eclipse, all with a small network, where you go out alone with a sniper rifle and click heads. You know, the weapon that draws a direct line to your position. You're getting sloppy, you're going to get sloppier. Instead of waiting until you get blown to shit you should just find your old... Whatever the fuck you call'em and just cool your jets until your brain chemistry is right."

"I thought I wasn't your type." Garrus chuckles, "Here you are, fretting over a man you just met." The drink is downed, and he refills it.

"I fret over everyone. Well except for cops, and I'm thinking of adding Alliance military to the list." Rebecca admit taking another slug, "I also literally just did this a year ago but I don't see any Krogans."

"I feel like I'm more successful than you at it. You lasted like, a weekend, I've done this for months." He points out, a rippling chuckle leaving him, sounding effortlessly amused.

"Well, I was more honest with my goals," She retorted, "So I just threw myself into a Krogan Battlemaster's gunshop and opened fire."

"Uhuh, and you decided this organically I suppose." Garrus points out, the bar moving around the two people, ignoring them as just more faces in the crowd. He's still got his hard-suit on, a blue C-Sec issue one that's had all the symbols carved off.

"I really think you're a piece of shit." Rebecca admitted, "Just... Ass. I keep trying to find a redeemable quality."

"There's your problem, you're still looking at it as redeemable and irredemable." Garrus chuckles again, "Its mostly just dickhead killing larger, more grotesquely awful dickhead. I'm still the lesser dickhead."

"Yeah, but you make up for it by being the world's biggest douchebag." Rebecca said, taking another slug. "I can work with a douche bag though. Anyways, instead of hitting you I'm going to start a firefight."

"Not in this bar, its the only one that lets me in anymore." Garrus says annoyedly.

"Yeah, in this bar." Rebecca said with a big smile, "Yes, in this bar." She already has the knife out and is looking around.

Garrus pointedly says with a turian smile, "If the alcohol stops flowing, I'm going to make you scream."

Rebecca shrugged, "We need to learn two things, one what the boundaries are, and two, that actions have consequences."

"I think you need to discover that too." Garrus takes the bottle he was pouring out of and starts to down it.

"Well," Rebecca said with a big grin, "I guess if you want to let a child murdering dead eye freak get away, that's on you." She gesture with a glass to a Turian looking around with razor sharp eyes. "Reached out to me for business purposes he saw I was with Aria, and assumed I'd be interested in hiding a transport frigate he accidentally cut oxygen too."

With an even darker smile she says, "So, your liquor or your ideals dick head."

"Both." Garrus stands up, moving past Rebecca, trying to get ahead of her and use the crowd to block the cyborg as he moves for the target.

Then, loudly Rebecca shouts, "Holy shit, is that CSEC armor?!"

"Fuck." The crowd turns towards the Turian, staring daggers at him as he thinks on what to say.

"You must have really hated the guy you stole it from," Rebecca said, point to the scratched out emblem, "Gee willikers."

"Exactly, get off me jackasses." Garrus throws off a human that thought it was a good idea to try and restrain a Turian, sending the man off ten feet in a show of highly developed physique. Turning to stomp away.

"Also, I have no idea who that was, I just pointed at a random sketchy dude." She whispered knowing the Turian would hear her. "I'm going to continue to fuck with you in increasingly annoying ways. The best part is, I can keep coming here and doing it, because you don't want to get thrown out." Then Rebecca gave him a very gentle pat on the back.

"You know." Garrus turns back towards Rebecca, a tone of deciding to play this game himself, of saying, internally, fuck it. "I must really be living in your head if this is what you're gonna spend your time on." A talon reaches out to idly stroke at her cheekbone, "What's the rent like?"

"About a pound of flesh." Rebecca said snapping at his hand with her teeth in an exaggerated chomping motion.

The teeth land on hard plates from both Turian biology and armouring, spilling a tiny trickle of Dextro onto Rebecca's tongue as he externally doesn't react, the injury no more than a cut really.

"I was expecting you to pull away, to be honest." Rebecca giggled as she gets real intimate with the wound.

"I specialize in surprising people." Garrus rumbles, letting the depth of his chest make the noise, staring at Rebecca, seeing what she'll do next.

She eventually stopped, mostly because there wasn't really a great way to escalate that she thought would be a good idea. "Alright, well. That felt... Stupid."

"Mhmm, back to drinking?" He offers, sitting down at the bar and ordering another bottle.

Rebecca nodded, "So, no more fucking with my family yeah? I gotta go see Ras, but I also really need you to understand that that course of action ends very poorly for everyone involved."

"I'm surprised you haven't left to go do that already. I'm not going to threaten your family, I just stated you let me know where someone is-Ah. That does sound threatening out loud." Garrus grumbles with a frown.

Rebecca nodded, as she downloaded a cred-chit in front of him. "Yeah, luckily you can afford my hourly rate. See you buddy. The fuck you think I deep throated your thumb for. " He watches nearly half a million credits disappear into Rebecca's accounts.

"Stunning good looks mostly." Garrus shrugs, staring at the stolen blood money filter off with a minor annoyance.

Then she gives him the finger and walks off.

Direct Message with Bottom
Rebecca
I'm going to find ways to annoy you
That are harmless but so infuriating
That I'll know just by the amount of blood that fills the streets.
I want you to be a raw nerve.
Bottom
I really am in your head
Now you want me to kill for you
Rebecca
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Someone called the Blood Pack, I'd get out of there if you still want to get served drinks.
Bottom
Its cute how desperate you are for my attention
Be seeing you.
Rebecca
Also like, learn how to communicate better
If you weren't threatening me, then maybe you should take up a class or some shit

There's no response to that, leaving Rebecca on read. Though she realises why as a swarm of Vorcha run past her. Fuck that guy.
 
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02.12.01 - In little ways, when everything stays
Rebecca went back to the trap house the next day, and stomped around a bit, "Hello?" She was sad, and a little broken.

"Um, hi, take two steps forward, ten degree turn, step forward, go into the door, open it with more than two seconds of opening time or whatever, just make it take two seconds or more to fully open." Ras starts to babble, barely able to keep herself together.

Rebecca followed the instructions very carefully, though the last one was confusing. What does two seconds to open even mean. She hoped to get it meant holding the knob for two seconds. That didn't seem right, maybe it meant a two-count on opening it? Like ... Two seconds in transit? You could just ask. You could just sit on it and spin.

Ras adds, "It's, uh, a cleanroom."

"That ... " Rebecca takes a deep breath, "Oh, uh ... " She does as she's told and steps into a make shift airlock that's been built into the apartment. It made her a little sad, because she still wanted Ras to move into the condo that her mercenary pack had won from some local crimelord. Nothing bad seemed to happen as she let the door swing wide.

Rebecca wore something more alluring, trading a blood soaked hard-suit for a bathing suit that was sheer tucked into baggy camo-pants tucked further into boots. She had fingerless glovess, and let her curls spill out. A small beret finishing the assemble.

Another couple of steps, then she looked around the room. The door shut, the airlock hissed, a mist of some sort that internal sensors identify as disinfectant coating Rebecca in its cleansing touch, and then the second door opened. Running through her omni-tool, she breathed a sigh of relief. Caroline had thought of everything as she turned on clean mode. Internals heating up to somewhere north of a hundred centigrade for half a minute before venting the heat into a sink, to be dissipated later.

She took another step into what looked like a technophiles wet dream. Cords and computers were draped everywhere, with dozens of screens looming from every available surface, glass keyboards and touch screens laid around the room connected to different holo systems. Each clearly important, sandboxed, and recursive. Ras had been paranoid, very paranoid. It kept her alive.

"Ras?" Rebecca asked, looking around the bachelor apartment. "I'm ... I ... " She sees there's a bed and sits down on it, pushing her hands into her face. "God I missed you so much, please be in here. Nearby. Or just say something." She looked up fom her hands clearly haunted by the woman's appearance. It was clear this was what she was worried about the most. Rebecca hadn't expected Ras to be capable of surviving this long.

"I'm here." Ras says, a rippling optical cloak fading as she appears nearby, next to Rebecca with her face exposed. She's got a bruise that's purple and luminous on her face, and her suits got omnigel patches suspiciously shaped like bullet holes across it.

"No ... " Rebecca whispers as she looks at her, "I thought I bought you enough time." Her face falls, and she can barely hold her neck up. This was all worthless, she couldn't do it. She couldn't protect the people she cared about, she was a killer, not a defender.

"Hey, I got out." Ras says, eyes glimmering at Rebecca, she leans in close, letting the skinsuit touch at the other woman's arm. "I'm just a little roughed up, don't go crazy bosh'tet." She asks Rebecca with a cute, sweet tone, the smile on her face invitingly warm.

"I'm so sorry." Rebecca whispers, her voice and face becoming increasingly gaunt, "You deserved better than this." The weight, the enormity of the last week, the last month really started to settle on her. The world felt heavy, the world was heavy.

"I-uhm-you're disinfected," Ras starts to stutter as she thinks of how to reassure, cheer up Rebecca, "D-do you want me t-to take my suit off?" She can't meet Rebecca's eyes any longer, staring at the bed beside them despite hugging her.

"Oh! Oh uh." Rebecca froze suddenly, "Oh I guess, I just didn't want too, uh. You. I. You."

"C-can you help?" The Quarian shyly asks, looking down with a blush that's luminously bright.

"I wasn't expecting— Well there were a lot of ways this could have gone. Wasn't expecting — errr ... I thought you'd be angrier at me." Rebecca admitted her hands reaching out but her body starting to chicken out. "I thought you'd blame me."

Ras shakes her head, smiling finally, "I love you though." She whispers, guiding Rebecca's hands to seals and twistable locking mechanisms. The envirosuit hissing, clicking and crackling as its opened up. Sliding off. Her arms first, revealing extremely pale purple-hued skin. Then, the top of her torso, a sports-bra underneath in a similar purple and gold to the rest of her outfit. Her skin, other than the occasional scar, is utterly flawless, smooth and untouched by element or sun.

"Huh." Rebecca murmured, "I mean, I don't know why I was thinking you were naked under the suit but I always assumed."

"Everything has to be a l-little thin." She says, rising up on her legs to let Rebecca pull off her suits waist segment, revealing more skin, scars and a shapely, gorgeous figure that the suit bulked out a lot. Barely visible muscle under soft skin flexing nervously.

"I—" Rebecca gulped, "You're ... gorgeouser. prettious, uh I mean sexiful. Fuck."

Ras giggles, sliding off Rebecca, "I, uhm, d-did do some research." She reaches up to her hair, her hair is longer, its grown out a few inches in three months, now its sufficient to flare out behind her as she lays down on a pillow, raising a leg slowly to put it on Rebecca's shoulder, the tight suits last segment offered to her. Two clasps and a seal all that's keeping it on as the Quarian folds her arms over her abdomen with a shy smile, "T-this is supposed to be, uh-uhm, s-sexy?" She can barely look at Rebecca.

"I uh. You're not wrong love." Rebecca says, "It's ... Been a while since I've been the stuttering one." She fumbles with the clasps, no longer staring at Ras's face, just at ... Everything. The pants falling away meant that Ras would just be ... There. She'd be there, with the second woman. No third, ever. She was almost frightened.

"I'm— I don't really know what I'm doing," Rebecca admitted quietly, "I normally don't ... Lead? I didn't even know that like— I didn't know I liked gi— women until like. Very recently, and." She's fumbling with the last clasp, trying to figure out how to get it done.

"That's, uh-uhm, I-I don't know either ... Y-you're my f-fi-first, uhm, e-ever." Ras stutters, her blushing flaring through every inch of skin with soft luminescence as the pants slipped off, revealing purple and gold panties that are indeed thin, practically painted on.

"Oh ... " Rebecca said with a little laugh, "Oh good, then I'll uh ... Just say that I'm the best and you'll believe me. Good god you're pretty."

Ras, in an effort of will, lets her arms outstretch to her sides, biting her bottom lip shyly.

"Do you ... Want me to be. I should I thought this was going to be mask off time, I have a um. I'll just." Rebecca took a step back and undid her laces, stepping out of the boots, then then sliding out of the cargo pants to reveal that the bathing suit was thin, the tiniest strip of cloth taped over to cover modesty as fishnets rode from her feet to her thighs with little bows on them. The Bathing suit had some new-age velcro type material, and she peeled it off to reveal more netting strung between extremely thin pieces of ribbon, making her pale skin look darker with all the bright, eye catching red.

"I uh." Rebecca felt like a clown.

"Y-you're a-amazing, uhm, pr-pretty-uuhm, b-beautiful?" It comes out as a question, Ras having no idea what to say, eyes locked onto Rebecca, unable to move anywhere else, "I-I m-might be r-rambling, I-I've, uhm, I, wow, uhm."

"I like all those things." Rebecca admitted, "I errr ... We're. Go ... Team us. I should." Then she pointed at all the ribbons, "The ... Bows undo ... Things, everything. The idea was man I thought I'd be more confident."

"O-oh." Ras says, staring for another couple seconds as she tries to find the will to get up. Its not being found.

Rebecca then looks at the blushing woman, and seems to regain her senses first as the shuddering mess makes her want to bite. "Oh. I can ... I can bite you now right? Can I? Not right now, I just mean. Me want bite."

"Y-yeah." Ras gets out, swallowing heavily at the thought.

Rebecca reached out to Ras, and pulled her towards herself. "I could get dressed if we're moving too fast ... " She was threatening just a bit, trying to spur confidence. She moved Ras's hand towards one of the many bows.

"I-I, uhm, n-no ma'am." Ras falls back on something reliable that, near half a year ago, she said she'd never say. Pulling at the ribbons shakily with excited terror in her eyes, lips suddenly very dry, watching the first one slip off.

Oh. Oh god I love that. The clever knots had only a small bit of the lingeried come away, a single ribbon unfurling being held up by increasingly complicated knots that Rebecca had spent months with Lisa learning. The next one came off, and another, it was unclear if Ras had a plan, or if she was just going to the closest ones, but soon her chest was revealed, and as Ras reached for her waist, Rebecca stopped her with a gentle hand on the chin.

"Say, 'you're perfect Rebecca.' To me before continuing." She held the Quarians chin lightly, but still firm enough she couldn't avoid her gaze, her chest was on display, but Rebecca had cruelly held her so she couldn't see.

The first attempt at words come out as a mess of nothing in Quarian that the translator can't even attempt to parse, sounding light, airy and adorable before she gets herself together enough to breathe and follow instruction, "Y-you're p-perfect Re-rebecca. I-I l-love you." Her hands seem to have no idea where to stay, brushing against Rebecca's skin, three fingers dextrously moving overtop it in a nervous gesture.

"I love you too," Rebecca whispered, as she leans forward and lets her lips touch Ras's with a gentle pressure. The taller of the two gently slid her tongue in Ras's mouth. The lack of apprehension, self control, or worry about harm on Ras's part made Rebecca feel like a protector. She wasn't just in control, she had this person she needed to take care of, this person who was happy she existed in a way the others couldn't be.

Rebecca knew what she wanted, and gently, moved the Quarian's hands upwards, for now, to her chest letting the delicate fingers prod, massage, and pull. She came in for another kiss, enjoying everything about Ras. The smell, the taste, her little stutter. "You're so good Ras." She whispered. "You're my world, nothing makes me happy the same way you do."

"o-oh" Ras quietly says, freezing with the words, and slowly coming back to reality as her brain understands what she was just told, "I-I ... I c-couldn't s-stop t-thinking a-about you." She murmurs quietly, stuttering all throughout, "Y-you m-make m-me f-feel l-like I-i'm not alone a-anymore. L-like so-someone cares."

"You're not alone, Ras." Rebecca whispered, leaning down low, gently cupping her face.

Rebecca ignored the smudged make-up from the painted on bruise. Hard-light skin turning off momentarily, leaving the make-up to a dry oil that disperses into the atmosphere. She clicked the skin back on once the material had been removed from her hands.

Ras didn't say anything looking at the skin for just a second with a worried expression.

Rebecca chose to ignore it, simply saying, "It cost me a lot more than a pound of flesh." Then she pushed forward, past it, to something more important. "Can I ask you something? Honestly?"

"Of course," Ras lied, "I'd never lie to you."
 
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