re_alignment | [Video- originating from the junk yard.] Lighthouse in your soul.

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✘ mass effect | commander shepard

[Video- originating from the junk yard.] Lighthouse in your soul.

[The video was obviously an accident, but maybe no one was paying any attention to it as something heavy fell and a loud fog horn-like noise resonated from the thing as it flailed, trying to get its bearings. The many tentacle arms reached about and soon found an anchor in the Mako and clutched it for dear life.

Of course, she was small, even downright tiny for a reaper, at only 50 feet in length. But she'd never been a reaper before, and never changed mass so suddenly, so her confusion was probably understandable.]

What the hell is going on?!

[Another deafening roar of the horn sound, but if anyone was paying attention to the video they might hear Commander Shepard's panicked and confused voice coming through.]

If anyone can hear me, don't shoot yet!

[And here she thought she'd managed to avoid the inexplicable "change into something else" fad that was going around.]

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[Yeah sure just hold on to the place where your raccoon pal is resting, thanks. Wow just fuck this place Wrex is 10000000000% done.]

Don't tell me that's you Shepard.

Tell me that we're all just losing our minds. I don't want to deal with our commander being a reaper.

[She hasn't figured out how to talk over the link and not blast like a truck horn, so enjoy being deaf while Shepard responds to you.]

I don't want to deal with being a reaper either! I'd rather be a damn raccoon than a reaper.

[And, uh, sorry, she forgot you were in the Mako. She's not letting go, though.]

[Thanks Shep, he really appreciates it. The krogan sighs.]

Don't go turning us into those husks now, Shepard.

Not my intention. I'll try not to mind-control anyone either.

I'm holding you to that, Shepard.

[Groan.]

What a mess...this planet is just getting worse.

[She remains silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to talk without making an ear-splitting noise. Soon enough she figured out how to just send her voice over the comm, and there was a blessed silence.]

So. Weird shit happens all the time here? And people just.... accept it?

Yep. Just like when got invaded by synthetic thresher maws.

Sounds fun. Aside from being furry now, I bet you love it here.

The fighting's great, just got to keep your eye out for those synthetics.

What, you lost to some synthetics? Already? Here I thought you'd take at least some down. Besides thresher maws.

..............................Commander?

[Well. Things just got a little weird.]

A reaper. Interesting choice. Problematic in a way. Interesting all the same that the source of this change in everyone would pick that.

It wasn't a choice! Can you figure out what the hell is happening and fast? I don't like the idea of being stuck like this.

[And all the while, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM]

Hm. Not sure if changing you back will be easy. Still not certain of the cause. All very peculiar.

I'm counting on you.

Will do my best, Commander. Stay safe, please. Do not want anything to happen to you.

I'll do my best, but I'm sure I make a nice big target right now. Just... Try not to get changed into something else, ok?

Not sure if I can stop it. But will try. Would rather stay as I am. Can study everyone better this way.

What.

The.

Fark.

Who the hell are you?

[Shep. There are more important questions.]

Never mind. If you try to attack me or make Kalross jokes I will end you.

Name's Rocket. Never seen something you before, and I've been all over the universe.

Rocket? I thought you were... Nevermind. I hate this place.

A raccoon? Yeah. I was.

At least a Krogan isn't a bad thing to be.

True. Rather be this than a honking squid.

You and me both.

If we're lucky, this whole mess won't last long.

And if we're not lucky...

[She accidentally let out an exasperated squealing noise. Being a reaper sucked.]

..Then we're just farkin' screwed.

[He had found a good resting place--somewhere safe, and dark, and familiar. No one would try to shoot him here, and while there weren't sparks nearby....

Well, he wasn't having the best luck with those anyhow.

However, his brief, restful nap beneath the Mako wasn't as restful as he'd hoped it was, even if it turned out brief.

As the tentacles wrapped around the vehicle, he screeched, hissing, and clambered out onto one.]

[Well it wasn't like it was her intention to upset whatever the hell that thing was. She didn't even know it was under the parked Mako. She recoiled her tentacles, letting out a whine of surprise and staring at the thing on her leg. One of her many legs.

She didn't recognize it, but it looked hostile. Her first instinct was to attack it, maybe test her dexterity to see if she could flick it off like a piece of dirt. Tentacle arms moved to execute the action, but she paused. It was scared, just like her. Feral, maybe, but that didn't make it a threat. Besides, she was huge right now. No, not attacking. Just... She sat still, hoping it would just calm the hell down and not damage her in any way.]

[It feels the movement of a living creature beneath it, and clings on tighter, fearing the exact flick that might have come. There has not been anything for it to fear before now besides hunger. This experience is new.

It's new, and it...

It's not moving, any more. The creature has stopped.]

[Almost instantly, his own hold looses its frantic quality. He's calmer, now that it isn't going to throw him...though he couldn't say what it was that caused him to think this.]

...

[He doesn't let go yet, however.]

[Now that they were at some sort of weird standoff or something, Shep had a chance to really look at the thing sitting on her. It honestly looked like what would happen if the Reapers took over Cybertron. Cybertronian reaper forces? If she were human she would have shivered right about now. She imagined, however, that if it were reaper-spawned, she would feel some sort of connection to it right now, which she did not. It almost looked familiar, but...

Well anyhow, she wanted it to get off so she could relax or scare it away or something. She didn't like the idea of something sitting on her that had been growling a moment before.]

[A Sparkeater is not used to being outgunned, but this is definitely an exception. He considers trying to find a place to burrow in inside, where he clearly won't be tangled with by anyone--

But instead, he finds himself slipping off, deciding it would be better not to chance it.]

...

[Which gives him time to look up...and look up....]

What.

Are you.

[Though the words that make it from his broken vocalizer sound more like gurgling static, the communicator that is still part of his hardware translates nevertheless.]

[If he really wanted, she can serve as a ship, albeit a small one at this size. He could probably squeeze in, but thinking about that would seem very, very dirty.

Words. It said words. The words came over on... Skids' frequency? Yes, the colors matched. This was what Skids had turned into. He wasn't himself, she could tell. He was a husk trying to retain basic identity.]

Commander Shepard. It's ok. I won't hurt you.

[The words were comm-only, and the reaper moved just a bit, finally feeling like she would be ok with this thing. Skids was a friend. He was just confused.]

Shepard.

[His fangs bared, and his jaw unhinged in what could only be a smirk.]

Double-ramped over smashed wreckage. Fast enough to hit the other side.

[He remembered this! He remembered driving through the junk pile with the human inside of him, and having desires that were not driven by the incessant need for a spark. There...there weren't any sparks here, besides. There was just him, and Shepard, and Shepard was...]

Calm.

[His tentacles settled behind him, dangling as he floated back to the leg of the reaper and reached out to touch it.]

You're calm.

Yes, calm.

[She lifted one tentacle to touch him in return, something she imagined would look really damn weird if she were on the outside looking in right now, though she noted that it was surprisingly easy to control just one tentacle as opposed to the group.]

Are you alright? I know this is scary but we have to hold on.

....

[Garrus, it's better if you don't even try to figure out why your morning alarm was a Reaper horn today. Just don't even think about it.]

Need any help there, Shepard?

[There's just a lot of purple, black, and flailing limbs on screen.]

[Leave it to Garrus to respond like this was a normal thing. If the twitching of the plating on a reaper and the wiggle of its legs could indicate irritation, this reaper looked irritated.]

Yes. Yes I do. I need to figure out how to stand up without falling over or floating away, and then I need to NOT be a reaper anymore!

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