not_a_whiner: (kaidan: hm.)
On the downside: Kaidan's head still hurt like hell. On the up: he was conscious, not mortally wounded, and Udina had finally left the room. And... there came that downside again, because his head hurt like hell in the metaphorical sense as well as the physical. Udina'd done him an offer and given him a ton to think about, which... yeah.

With his brain rattled, that wasn't the best thing ever.

Still, now that he had some time to himself, he could finally send off messages to his friends. He sent messages to Allie, Dean and Jack, apologizing for getting them dragged into his galaxy's mess and letting them know he'd be able to see visitors now.

If they wanted to come back here at all. He'd definitely understand if they didn't. Even the incredibly sparse information that made it into the hospital wasn't... it wasn't good.

Finally, though, he couldn't put off the toughest email any longer. Had to sit there and stare at his datapad for a good while until he could get into it - at least until he'd decided to keep it carefully neutral.

Hey Shepard... )

[[ open for messages/calls/visits! email under the cut taken from mass effect 3. ]]
not_a_whiner: (kaidan: with a gun)
Kaidan shook his head, echoing wry smile still on his face. "Allie? Watch those big doors down there. Dean? You think you can convince the guys on the other side of the com-- walkie talkie that we're some of theirs, the evil Alliance types are dead and we want across?"

Playing with walkie-talkies... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, continued from here; violence to a PC under the cut. taken from the mass effect 3 mission 'Priority: Mars'. ]]
not_a_whiner: (kaidan: mouth upturn)
The hangar doors had barely shut tight behind Shepard when the barrage of questions began. Vega stalked after him, barking one out after the other. "What the hell's going on? Where's Anderson? Where are we going?"

Shepard ignored him. They had bigger things going on right now. He moved across the shuttle deck fast, going for the consoles.

"Hey!" Vega snapped after him.

For fuck's sake.

Shepard looked over his shoulder. "We're leaving," he said flatly.

"Leaving?!" Vega shrieked.

No, seriously. They didn't have time for this. Shepard's fingers found the console and he tapped the buttons required to start setting up their armor, the ships... everything. They needed to be ready.

And it just keeps on going downhill... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, muchos thanks to [livejournal.com profile] 6buckstohisname, [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy and [livejournal.com profile] allie_vamp! taken and adapted from the mass effect 3 mission 'Priority: Mars'; tbc thanks to LJ post limits ]]

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