Popping the First Heatsink

[popaheatsink]

[There is a surprising lack of fumbling of buttons, with this new entry-- the Video turns on cleanly, and a non-human face studies the feed cautiously.]

Riiiiight. [Bare talons rub at the bone on the side of his jaw tiredly; he looks slightly exasperated, no doubt at the lack of armor in unfamiliar surroundings. At least his tattoos had come

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[loisfuckinglane]

Military, huh?

[popaheatsink]

Heh. Ex. Don't supposed Turians are familiar to you either?

[loisfuckinglane]

Is that your planet, your squadron, your race, or your weapon name? Because it means a whole lot of nothing to me, no.

[popaheatsink]

Race. [Sad day.] No squadron; I'm part of Shepard's crew. Planet apparently doesn't exist according to your data archives; and I assume my weapon is getting a bit lonely for me back home.

[loisfuckinglane]

I don't think I've met 'Shepard' yet, but I'm gonna assume they're one of us.

So let me welcome you to our merry band of intergalactic cast-offs. I'm Lois.

[popaheatsink]

Yes, I think so. You'll know her when you meet her. [There's a quiet pride to his words, and an amusement he can't quite hide.]

Thanks for the warm welcome. I'm Garrus Vakarian-- are you involved with the military yourself, by chance?

[loisfuckinglane]

Back home, I'm a General's daughter. Here, however, I'm more a thorn in their proverbial side.

[popaheatsink]

[He blinks in surprise, then laughs.] I see. Maybe they could use a few thorns to get them focused. [A pause.] Ah, that's probably not fair. I'm only just beginning to understand how everything seems to work, over here.

[loisfuckinglane]

They mean well... mostly. But they get pretty strung up in the bureaucratic mess, and well... a lot falls by the wayside that doesn't deserve the ditch treatment.

[popaheatsink]

[Garrus shakes his head slowly, frowning.] Sounds like some things never change, no matter what universe you're in.

[loisfuckinglane]

Ain't that the truth.

It's not that I don't appreciate the fact that they're fighting a war. It's the opposite. I think they're ignoring the fact that Revan brought us here on purpose, and that we might be able to use that against him somehow.

[popaheatsink]

If there was only a way to separate bureaucracy from -- well. What should be done.

Has there been any direct contact with this Revan? Or any strategy built at all to confront him? [Or any Spectres sent after him yet :|||]

[loisfuckinglane]

So far no. As far as I know, he's keeping his presence masked to the Jedi around here.

He did come to the planet himself though for a duel with Senator Yusanis, but he left immediately.

[popaheatsink]

He dueled a senator? [Garrus sounds vaguely amused.]

...I'm not sure what the Hell he wants from us, especially if he won't address us directly. [What was the point? There had to be some strategic reason for burning the power required to pull this off, but what? What did he hope to accomplish?] How long have you been here, Ms Lane?

[loisfuckinglane]

He wasn't exactly your run of the mill Senator.

Longer than almost anyone else still running around here. Except Lily, I think. It's been quite about half a year or more.