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So basically, I just spent the last half an hour shopping together a Hackett ringtone for my Droid, where he gets angry with me the longer I let it ring. I’ll never let calls just go to voice mail ever again.
[Caption: I just wanted to give a shout out to a few RP blogs on tumblr that I have had the pleasure of interacting with, and to know outside of here for the most part. They are all FANTASTIC RPers, and I’ve truly grown as a writer by interacting with them. insightfullinguist, tanil-reynolds, veiledreconnaissance, admiral-steven-hackett, and informationbrokertsoni. You guy are all wonderful, and I don’t know where I’d be without you!]
Don’t let go now, daddy…
The War could fucking wait. There was someone out there she needed to kill. Garrus had tried to stop her, citing that she’d done the same for him when he’d went after Sidonis. She’d turned on him, screaming, ‘HE WAS LIKE MY FATHER!’ The turian had had no words then, seeing the pain in Maggie’s eyes.
Don’t let go..
It’d not taken long to find the cheap Blue Suns assassin someone had hired. How the human had taken the Admiral out, no-one would ever know. All Maggie knew was that she’d lost both fathers in the span of six months, whilst still being raw from the first one.
Your little girl isn’t ready…
She’d found his corpse in his home on the Citadel, a shot through the stomach. Messily done, with no care for the condition of the body. Maggie had sobbed, fallen to her knees next to him and held his lifeless form against her as she cried. Never fast enough, never, to save those she loved.
To do this on my own.
Gently she’d taken his hat and placed it back on his head, hot tears sliding down her cheeks. And she’d taken her pistol, and went on a hunt. The bullet wound was fresh; Hackett had only been dead maybe half an hour before she’d arrived. So she tracked down the target using her Spectre codes to pinpoint any new Blue Suns arrivals that weren’t here already.
It’s more than a little bit scary…
When she’d found him, he’d been in Chora’s Den. Laughing. Bragging. About murdering the Alliance Admiral. He was drunk, and boasting to the girls who simpered and tittered. She’d just lost the second of the two strongest men she’d ever knew, and they were laughing. Why? Didn’t they know? Didn’t they care?
How are you to know?
She remembered shoving him bodily against the wall outside the club, back in the alley where she’d first met Tali’Zorah. He drunkenly tried to shove her off, and she easily blocked or dodged his sloppy punches. Shepard toyed with him; like a cat with a mouse, she’d let him get away before biotically stopping him and pulling him back to drop him on his ass.
I’ll never be okay now, daddy..
Finally, she’d had her fun. The sick laughter had died down to silent staring, with a muted frown on her lips. Eventually she spoke,
“You took my second father away from me. How many people have you killed for money? How many.. how many husbands have you killed? Fathers, brothers? Sisters, mothers?” she examined the gun as she talked, idly shooting both his legs so he couldn’t get away. His screams made her smile,
“Well.. I hope you know you’ve done yourself proud.. it’s not every day someone gets shot by Commander Shepard.. ” her gun leveled on the man’s head, and he begged her. Tears poured from his eyes as he clawed at her hand.
“Oh, you want my hand?” Shepard purred, leaning forward. Settling on one knee before him, she put her hand against his face,
“Gladly!” she shoved her hand forward, biotics flaring as the blue light slammed into his skull, smashing it into pieces. Blood splattered four feet up the wall, and onto her face. He didn’t squirm anymore. Damn, she was hoping some nerves would be alive, at least.
Standing, she left the body be as she rounded the corner, crying silently as she walked.
Please don’t go…
The ringing in her ears barely allowed his words to reach her… and her eyes, bright, vivid, crimson, were wide and practically sparking, void… staring at the man beyond the barrel of her pistol, still held at arms length, her hand glued to the mechanism. Her breathing had stopped… her face had become deadpan, as had it not been for the sleepless, dark rings to prove her flawed and broken state of humanity, she might have seemed nothing more than an android.
She could feel it… the clawing inside her skull… the tick-tick-ticking of wires and words and whispers… she felt a jolt every now and again… she ignored a jolt every now and again… a twitch of her trigger finger or a curl of her lip… she passed it for cruelty… She passed it for intolerance… and so had everyone else, from one end of the galaxy to the next. They called her a renegade… but the fact of the matter was that Commander Shepard held so much more weight in the predicament that organics— that all existent life —faced, and it was not until now that it was crystal clear.
”I couldn’t let you continue…”
Her voice was low, strained, and she took a slow step towards the Admiral as the words cut from between her lips. Those eyes seemed to flare… the scars that littered her skin like an overheated grid following frightening suit, “The Reapers cannot be stopped… this cycle will end.”
“Now half my job is dealing with political bullshit… No offense.”
- Multiship
- OC Friendly
- Multiverse (open to most fandoms)
- Any form of rp (icon, banter, para, etc)
- Mun is 18+
- Friendly mun
- Willing to rp any timeline
- Willing to plot
{MSG: Hackett} Yes. Now, where is the jam?
[MSG; Hannah] I refuse to reveal it’s whereabouts to you.
{MSG} No, answer me now. {MSG} Or I wont save the galaxy.
[MSG; Shepard] According to several members of the crew you are attractive yes.
[MSG; Shepard] Now can we please get back to the matter at hand?
[MSG; Shepard] I fail to see how this is a relevant question, Shepard.
[MSG; Shepard] Could we please move on?
