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driftfleet2016-11-07 01:40 pm
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✧ 01
Who: Kaidan Alenko
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today
Action
[Kaidan doesn't panic like most people would, but it would be a bold-faced lie to imply that waking up on the Marsiva did not come as a shock. The ship runs as silently as the Normandy, so at first he doesn't quite realize he's somewhere else entirely, but opening his eyes dispels that illusion quickly. He's on his feet in seconds, eyes wide and alert]
What the?!
[But the outburst ends there. Having a temper tantrum wouldn't change anything, after all. Instead, he switches to calmly assessing the situation. His armor is piled near the end of the bed and he sets himself to methodically gearing up, inspecting each piece before strapping or snapping it into place. The onboard computers seem to be functional, but his omni-tool and guns are gone. Not surprising for a kidnapping, but it makes him feel naked even with the armor. He lifts a hand to the back of his neck in another moment of mild panic for his implant port, and finds it in place nestled among the bristle of hair. Just to be sure, he flares his biotics experimentally, a shimmer of blue crackling briefly over his body. N
Not disarmed entirely then. Good.
With that, Kaidan moves to get a better look at his prison]
Broadcast
[Some time later, Kaidan sits in mess hall with his communications device, giving it something a skeptical leer. Physical keyboard...how antiquated. It feels a little strange, but it's nothing he can't deal with.
The idea that he's been cut off from anyone and everything he's ever known, however, less so.]
This is going to a shot in the dark but, is there anyone from Earth or the Systems Alliance here? This is Major Alenko, requesting a sitrep. Or...anyone really. I don't think who we work for matters a hell of a lot right now.
[Except maybe Cerberus. He can't shake the idea that the Illusive Man is to blame for this somehow, but he'll take what he can get.
He lets out a restrained sigh of frustration.]
Look...somebody has me confused with an extranet celebrity and I'm not...I'm not that guy. And if this about the war...I'm just one man. It won't stop us. It won't stop Shepard. So I don't know why I'm here.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today
Action
[Kaidan doesn't panic like most people would, but it would be a bold-faced lie to imply that waking up on the Marsiva did not come as a shock. The ship runs as silently as the Normandy, so at first he doesn't quite realize he's somewhere else entirely, but opening his eyes dispels that illusion quickly. He's on his feet in seconds, eyes wide and alert]
What the?!
[But the outburst ends there. Having a temper tantrum wouldn't change anything, after all. Instead, he switches to calmly assessing the situation. His armor is piled near the end of the bed and he sets himself to methodically gearing up, inspecting each piece before strapping or snapping it into place. The onboard computers seem to be functional, but his omni-tool and guns are gone. Not surprising for a kidnapping, but it makes him feel naked even with the armor. He lifts a hand to the back of his neck in another moment of mild panic for his implant port, and finds it in place nestled among the bristle of hair. Just to be sure, he flares his biotics experimentally, a shimmer of blue crackling briefly over his body. N
Not disarmed entirely then. Good.
With that, Kaidan moves to get a better look at his prison]
Broadcast
[Some time later, Kaidan sits in mess hall with his communications device, giving it something a skeptical leer. Physical keyboard...how antiquated. It feels a little strange, but it's nothing he can't deal with.
The idea that he's been cut off from anyone and everything he's ever known, however, less so.]
This is going to a shot in the dark but, is there anyone from Earth or the Systems Alliance here? This is Major Alenko, requesting a sitrep. Or...anyone really. I don't think who we work for matters a hell of a lot right now.
[Except maybe Cerberus. He can't shake the idea that the Illusive Man is to blame for this somehow, but he'll take what he can get.
He lets out a restrained sigh of frustration.]
Look...somebody has me confused with an extranet celebrity and I'm not...I'm not that guy. And if this about the war...I'm just one man. It won't stop us. It won't stop Shepard. So I don't know why I'm here.
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[Very few people did, before, of course, the Reapers were literally crashing down on their heads. Kaidan understood why that was, even if he couldn't find them blameless for their ignorance and inaction. It was hard to accept something that world-shattering.
Much like he was having trouble accepting where he was now. Food for thought.]
video
[His life has been built on the weird, in a sense.]
video
Reapers are a millennias old bio-synthetic machine race that hide out in dark space and then show up to wipe out every advanced race in the galaxy every 50,000 years. They're massive and powerful - most of them are around two kilometers long and have main cannons that can cut even a dreadnought class ship in half. If that's not enough...they also have an effect called indoctrination. Anybody close to a Reaper or some or tech too long starts to...empathize with them, or even worship them, and then turn on their own people.
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Well, okay. At least he can safely say there's worse - and weirder - shit out there then the crap he has to deal with back home. Luckily, said crap has made him rather open-minded about these sort of things.]
Isn't that just great? So you're fighting these things. And how many of these Reapers are there?
[He's gonna regret asking that.]
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[Which comes with a grim smile. People on the intel side of things maybe had better numbers]
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Good fucking luck with that.
[And he thought his world had problems.]
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Yeah. I don't know about luck, but we had a solid plan. Or the best one we could put together. Built a weapon that was supposed to turn the tide and we were about to try and deploy...and that's about the time I got kidnapped. Ship-napped? I don't even know anymore...
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[They had a head start, to be fair. And Shepard. Mostly Shepard.]
I'm not sure what it will do. I'm not sure even the people building it do, entirely. Just that it's our best shot. I'm not a scientist, just one of the guys trying to make sure we get a chance to use it.