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[ So waking up happened. It was absolutely disorienting, and let Shepard tell you, she's already had a few of those 'out-of-body' experiences. Spoiler alert; every single one of them sucked. Flashbacks of dying weren't pleasant either; it took some concentration and a few deep breaths to remind her that all that was long since past. Getting out of the temple was a side quest in itself, but she's finally out in the open, hoping the lack of concrete and stone and whatever else the literal monument was made out of wouldn't mess with her frequencies.
She's pleasantly surprised, her Omni-tool is already adjusted to the frequency change. Completely recalibrated to the Link. Her expression wavers between suspicion and being impressed, and a few screens later, she's in the system. Her voice crackles for a moment as the audio syncs to the video. Hey, it's a Shepard. Her tone is rather cynical, despite her situation. She might still be in some disbelief at what she's been previously told. ]
So I'm not the only refugee then? Who else exactly is here?
[ She'd tell you who she is if she knew whether or not titles applied here. Shep's rather hesitant, after all, you never know who could be watching. ]
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[Wellp. That sure was a fight there. Time for the survivors to report... Ironhide included. He sounds a bit downhearted, despite the fact events turned in the Police Force's favor... Or maybe he's just cranky.]
Now that's how it's done.
Piece'a Decepticon scrap metal should've been put in the melting pit, hnf.
Anyone seen the Junkpile Kid around? Wanna make sure none of that mess flew her way...
[Private to: Power Joe]
Hey, kid. When you come back around, gimme a ping. Want to talk. | | |
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[Once everything has died down, no pun intended, Kagerou figures he may as well say something. The video feed clicks on to show the bird sitting against a wall in what is more than likely the medbay -- and though he is pretty beaten up, he doesn't appear to actually need to be in the medbay. Nothing is leaking and all his limbs are attached.]
[He stares into the video for a moment or two too long, debating what to actually say.]
... I've made the first arrest of my life. I was... part of a team, today. I felt... as if I had a place.
[He trails off -- this is huge, why don't you look happier, birdbrain?]
But it feels wrong. None of that was anything... [He shakes his head.] ... Maybe a stealth unit isn't made for combat like that.
[His visible optic flicks over to something off-screen.]
Maybe none of us BP units are.
[It ends there. Except...]
[PRIVATE TO: KAY FARADAY]
I'm all right. I kept my promise, this time. | | |
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