"I hitched the wrong ride." Verity groaned with a sense of self-awareness how circumstances that threw her headlong into this war mirrored events that put her on this gurney.
Fighting through lethargy and the sharp smell and biting sting of antiseptic, Verity put the last several years of her life into a nutshell; from life as a wayward kid drifting up and down the southwest to her stint as a regular teenage astrogirl throwing her lot in with the Wreckers (skimming the details of Garrus-9 off the tops). Several times pausing to motion at Ratchet when he, in her words, pulled her ass out of the fire.
Verity fell quiet, her eyes drifting around the room as her head lolled against Ratchet's gentle but firm hold. She started to move against June cleaning the wound on her temple, becoming increasingly irritable with a slur creeping back into the growing incoherence of her word. When she had the room she jerked her arm forward, gripping Ratchet around one of his fingers. Somewhere along the line she connected 'head injury' to a name - Ironfist, and suddenly panic crept in and took hold.
"Ratchet," She was starting to shake with fever and throat bobbing, "If this gets worse...if this gets worse -" Knuckles bone white as she squeezed Ratchet's hand with all the strength left in her, "I need to tell you how to get into the on board smart system in the suit. The matrices I wrote to encrypt it - there's a code for it. To get the data to you."
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Fighting through lethargy and the sharp smell and biting sting of antiseptic, Verity put the last several years of her life into a nutshell; from life as a wayward kid drifting up and down the southwest to her stint as a regular teenage astrogirl throwing her lot in with the Wreckers (skimming the details of Garrus-9 off the tops). Several times pausing to motion at Ratchet when he, in her words, pulled her ass out of the fire.
Verity fell quiet, her eyes drifting around the room as her head lolled against Ratchet's gentle but firm hold. She started to move against June cleaning the wound on her temple, becoming increasingly irritable with a slur creeping back into the growing incoherence of her word. When she had the room she jerked her arm forward, gripping Ratchet around one of his fingers. Somewhere along the line she connected 'head injury' to a name - Ironfist, and suddenly panic crept in and took hold.
"Ratchet," She was starting to shake with fever and throat bobbing, "If this gets worse...if this gets worse -" Knuckles bone white as she squeezed Ratchet's hand with all the strength left in her, "I need to tell you how to get into the on board smart system in the suit. The matrices I wrote to encrypt it - there's a code for it. To get the data to you."