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abraxaslogs2022-05-16 10:01 pm
thearchangel) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-05-16 10:01 pm
Entry tags:
UNC: Lost Module
Who: Commander Shepard & Garrus Vakarian
When: May - During the Moth Rabbit Migration
Where: Free Cities
What: Local space soldiers try to repair the devices to ward off moth hares. It goes about as well as expected.
Warnings: TBD
"Why does this feel like we should be hitting pyjacks with the Mako?"
Except that these things seem considerably less annoying than a herd of pyjacks. Or gang. Or whatever a group of the things were called. Besides 'annoying' by most, and 'a snack' by others. At least this time, there doesn't seem to be a need to extract a data module from the grasp of the little rodents. Just repair a weird bug thing to keep the rodents away.
Easy enough.
How hard could it be? They were used to repairing all kinds of bigger, more involved pieces of technology. Something like this shouldn't be hard.
They just have to make it to the location, inspect the malfunction, and call it good. While... he steps over a cluster of rodents chewing away on a piece of discarded fruit. At least they were doing something. Sure, he'd been digging around, gathering information, making connections here and there, but this? This feels like real work. Granted, it's not the most strenuous either of them have ever done, but it's something. It's better than sitting around chatting with their brains.
And he's been... not worried, exactly. Concerned, more like. With the differences in timelines. How that's going to affect someone who already had the whole galaxy on her shoulders. Maybe this is good.
"Should be just up ahead." A beat, and a furitive glance at Shepard. "You know... they look a little bit like your pet. The one with the wheel."
The space hamster.
When: May - During the Moth Rabbit Migration
Where: Free Cities
What: Local space soldiers try to repair the devices to ward off moth hares. It goes about as well as expected.
Warnings: TBD
"Why does this feel like we should be hitting pyjacks with the Mako?"
Except that these things seem considerably less annoying than a herd of pyjacks. Or gang. Or whatever a group of the things were called. Besides 'annoying' by most, and 'a snack' by others. At least this time, there doesn't seem to be a need to extract a data module from the grasp of the little rodents. Just repair a weird bug thing to keep the rodents away.
Easy enough.
How hard could it be? They were used to repairing all kinds of bigger, more involved pieces of technology. Something like this shouldn't be hard.
They just have to make it to the location, inspect the malfunction, and call it good. While... he steps over a cluster of rodents chewing away on a piece of discarded fruit. At least they were doing something. Sure, he'd been digging around, gathering information, making connections here and there, but this? This feels like real work. Granted, it's not the most strenuous either of them have ever done, but it's something. It's better than sitting around chatting with their brains.
And he's been... not worried, exactly. Concerned, more like. With the differences in timelines. How that's going to affect someone who already had the whole galaxy on her shoulders. Maybe this is good.
"Should be just up ahead." A beat, and a furitive glance at Shepard. "You know... they look a little bit like your pet. The one with the wheel."
The space hamster.