WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[Outisakanobody]

OOC: I will.

"Did ya get them?" Dion asked. Royce nodded silently. "Good work. Now come on. I need someone to help me open this door down here." he and Royce began moving down the corridor to the room. "Wait, weren't you with the Lieutenant? Where is he?" Dion grimly shook his head, and Royce got the massage. 'We...we might be the only ones left...' he thought as they reached the door. It was blocked by some debris, but with both of them, they moved it all quickly. Inside the room were desks, chairs, file cabinets, and an assortment of scientific equipment. The main thing dominating the room was a large machine that took up most of the space in the center of the room. As they entered Dion asked him how much ammo he had left. Once Royce had checked, he felt like slapping himself. "I grabbed nothing but Rossmore ammo by mistake." "That's alright, here, you take mine. I was out of ammo anyway." Dion said as he handed over the weapon.

Royce took it and held it gingerly. He knew how much the weapon meant to Dion. He wasn't suppose to have it, since it was a British weapon and ammo was harder to come by, but he always told them how when he had been in England he had had a relationship with a British nurse whose father worked in the local supply center. Just before Dion had shipped out for America she had given it to him as a farewell present. A few days after he left the town she lived in was overrun. "Just cover the door while I set the charges." Dion said as he went about unloading the last of the charges from his pack. Royce looked into the hallways and saw nothing. It was eerily quiet for a time, and he slung the Rossmore over his shoulder. Royce grew curios and started reading threw some papers he found on a desk near by. As he read threw them they explained the purpose and how to operate the machine. It was, apparently, a teleporter.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Xanis looks at the note as the Eldar around him stand down. Two Guardians crouch next to a fallen Eldar and begin to carry the body to the Webway Gate, the other bodies are carried in a similar manner. Inaeun sets off after the Marauder and the rest of the Eldar head to the Webway gate return the bodies to the Craftworld.

 

[Random berk]

Garrus continued to listen attentively. He bowed his head for a few seconds at hearing about Dion and the British nurse. As Royce spoke, the Normandy landed again.

Dromaeus stood up close to the Elf creatures, breaking his illusion of invisibility.
"Our enemies lie dead. Perhaps we should return to the flying machine." Shepard called out to the team.

"Come on, come on! We have a location for Preginald. He's in Ireland!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Vincent continued firing on the Model 8s, dodging their fire. He ran out of bullets in Death Penalty, jumped to the side, and slid another materia into his gauntlet.
Vincent drank from a flask, wretched, then jumped, firing bolts of lightning at the robots.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Xanis crumpled the note and threw it aside as he returned from delivering the fallen Eldar back to the Craftworld. There was no Webway gate in Ireland so Xanis led his Warhost in its entirety into the Normandy.

 

[Random berk]

Once everyone was on board, the Normandy took off and turned to the East, before setting off at all speed. On board, Shepard went to the AI core to find Legion.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Xanis recieved a report on the status of the Webway Gates and Warp Siphons, one more needed to be completed. The Bonesingers teleportation capability had greatly helped in their task. Xanis went to the observation deck to cast the runes while he had the time.

 

[Outisakanobody]

As Royce read, he heard movement in the hall. He looked out and saw Chimaera coming from both ends of the hall. He sealed the emergency blast doors, but he knew that would not hold them long. He soon heard banging on the door. "Dion...we...w-we gotta get out of here!" Royce said, panicking. "Not yet Royce. We still have our mission." Dion replied as he set the last of the charges. Royce licked his dry, cracked lips as his mind raced. "Wait! The machine! It can get us out of here!" he said happily. Dion looked at him quizzically. Royce gave a quick explanation of what the machine was and how it could help them escape. A hint of doubt flickered across Dion's face as he looked back at the machine, then to the detonator in his hand. "No Royce. We can't just leave. It's our duty as soldiers to see our mission through to the end." Dion said with conviction. Royce's eyes widened in shock. "But...b-b-but we're just medics..." he said hopelessly. "That doesn't matter Royce. We are going to destroy this machine. Even if it's the last thing we do."

Royce started to hyperventilate as the banging on the door grew louder. 'They'll be threw soon...got to get out...I don't want to die here...got to get out...'he thought. Royce's hands clutched his carbine and, almost with out realizing it, he fired at Dion. In his desperation to survive, he had shot his best friend in the back. When the realization of what he had done hit him, he let his gun clatter to the floor. More banging, the door showed signs of stress. He rushed over to the control panel of the machine and followed the instructions he had read. Soon the machine was powered up, making the lights dim, and Royce used the preset coordinates, another lab in Scotland. He got in the machine, but just before it activated an explosion erupted in the room. The explosion was too late to stop the transport, but it did mess with the destination settings.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"And that's how I ended up in Scotland I guess." Royce said, ending the story.

 

[Drakmorg]

Vincent's lightning hit the Model 8s and disabled them, but as he landed the one who charged at him was able to get close and tackle him to the ground.

Skantis saw Shepard moving to the AI Core and thought, [color=dark red]That one commands this ship, what is she up to?[/color]. Skantis follows Shepard through the ship to the AI Core.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Vincent grabbed the robot's face with his gauntlet. "Where could I find Preginald?" he asked. Small pulses of electricity crackled around the gauntlet.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Oh. Thats... probably going beyond the point where Garrus would be understanding and sympathetic.

Garrus held up his hand.
"I've heard enough." he said harshly. He got to his feet and glared down at Royce.
"You shot your friend in the back? I can understand leaving the others behind, you thought they were beyond help, and its easy for a man's resolve to crack under those conditions. But this... this..." He seemed like he would lash out at Royce, but then slammed a fist into the wall so hard that the model ships in Shepard's display case rattled. When he had calmed down slightly, he turned to Royce again, his ferocious eyes blazing.
"Those men were risking their lives in battle to do what was right. They deserved better from you."

Samara awoke from her meditation at the sound of footsteps on the observation deck. She looked
up to see Xanis sit on one of the benches and begin to work on some strange artifacts. Silently, she watched with interest.

Shepard entered the AI core, to see Legion standing with both hands on the platform where he sometimes lay.
"Care to tell me why you disobeyed orders earlier?" She said pointedly. Legion didn't turn.
"We are building a consensus. Try again later."

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OOC: It was obvious that he blamed himself for his friend's death, survivor's guilt and all. He might even have made a bad decision that indirectly led to their deaths. But I didn't think he'd have actually murdered one of them.

 

[Outisakanobody]

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Yeah, it's pretty awful. But really, you were expecting severe post traumatic stress disorder brought on by a spilled coffee perhaps?

 

[Drakmorg]

"You don't scare me Squishy." The Model 8 says as it punches at Vincent.

Skantis silently follows Shepard into the AI Core. Upon seeing Legion he thinks, [color=dark red]A robot among the organics? A slave most likely. Perhaps I can do more than just observe while here.[/color]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Vincent looked up at the Model 8, dodging the punches. "And why do you think I am scared of you?" he sighed.

 

[Outisakanobody]

The verbal lashing Garrus gave him, combined with the voice in his head, caused Royce to retreat even further into himself. "Your right... both of you are..." he said as he discreetly rested his chin on the barrel of the Rossmore, which was facing straight up between his knees. Almost without thinking, he pulled the pump down, then back up quickly, a loud noise resulting from the action. It was ready to fire.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Aha, now things are getting interesting.

"Legion, you've seemed... off since we left for New York. As near as I can tell, anyway. Is something wrong?"
"We are operating at regular capacity Shepard-Commander. There is no cause for concern."
"You know, I'm not sure I agree with that. I..." Legion cut her off with a loud buzzing sound.
Shepard-Commander. We will operate at a greater capacity in isolation for the present time." Shepard was left off balance for a moment, then nodded.
"Fine. When you're feeling a bit less... unsociable, we'll talk again."

At the sound of the gun being cocked, Garrus moved like a snake. He lunged forward and kicked the barrel from Royce's hands. As Royce began to rise, Garrus drove his palm into his chest, forcing him down again. With his other hand, he snatched the shotgun.
"What, you're going to try and run from the guilt?" he spat. "Thats the coward's way out. If you ever want to redeem yourself, you'll make damned sure you survive this. Return to your world, and finish the fight that the men who called you ally gave their lives for. As for the nightmares, deal with it. Maybe that way, you'll earn the right to escape the suffering." he slung the shotgun over his shoulder.
"You can collect this from the armoury, if you're judged fit to hold a weapon."