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OPEN | Unacceptable.
Who: Miranda Lawson and You
Where: Outskirts of the city near natural energon deposits
When: It is a mystery.
What: STANDARD PROTOCOL TO DETERMINE - you know what, fuck it, Miranda is prodding things to make sure she didn't just end up in the ass end of Reaper space.
Warnings: TBD.
Where: Outskirts of the city near natural energon deposits
When: It is a mystery.
What: STANDARD PROTOCOL TO DETERMINE - you know what, fuck it, Miranda is prodding things to make sure she didn't just end up in the ass end of Reaper space.
Warnings: TBD.
The regulations for investigating an alien planets she had employed here were so old she idly wondered if she needed to teach herself something quaint like digging a fire pit before worrying about finding sentient life. Her priorities were simple enough: establish organic life can be supported, and assume hostile with potential encounters. The first matter at hand she was seeing to after making her way out of that abandoned, impossibly large city onto the outskirts. Using her omni-tool she was glad to have upgraded from the typical colony hardware for something a little more streamlined and reliable, she was already able to locate a source of water. From there she started examining strange natural growths sprouting around the depositing of a yet to be defined mineral.
"Calcium. Magnesium. Trace amounts of a few water-soluble vitamin." Her brow knit together and her lip curls as she checks then re-checks the readings on the haptic interface of her omni-tool, "It's a damn tuber."
Water and space potatoes. Absolutely incredible. Well, at least she won't starve to death in the near future.
"Should make sure the energy spikes coming off this...whatever it is hasn't contaminated the vegetation." She said aloud, to no one. Speaking to herself knowing at least the company was on par with her standards.
no subject
Miranda caught sight of Mayday on her omni-tool before he came careening in with that salvaged sled in toe. The readings were going haywire; the sort of red flags that put the chill in your bones because the scanners were confused as if it should be alerting geth or rampant AI presence. Neither of which were good.
Already on edge that it was putting the fray on even her nerves, Miranda ducked behind the nearest rock formation large enough to shield her and far enough from those strange and potentially volatile energy source. Miranda did the next best thing to attempting communication - she poked her head over cover and opened fire. A handful of warning shots aimed close enough to mean business.
no subject
What does he do? What does he do?! He- he should run for cover, or maybe fire back, or-
Instead of doing any of the slightly more sensible things, he simply stops screaming and drops limply onto his back, pretending to be dead. Yes, stranger, you totally hit him, now please leave and don't loot his 'corpse'!
no subject
Miranda is, of course, doubtful of the surrender let alone that this thing was even dead in the first place. Weapon drawn she moves out behind cover and has his gun trained on the massive metal heap on the ground.
She can see it cowering and is curious to know how something synthetic can shiver.
"Get up."
She snapped, more disgusted at this display than fearful that it was still a great deal larger than her and possibly armed.
no subject
He holds up his arms in what's hopefully the universal sign of 'please don't shoot me', but fails to get up. "I-I-I- I, um. Don't think I can?"
Not with his knees knocking out Flight of the Bumblebee against each other.
He finally gets a good look at her, and his optics widen. "...human?"