Shotgun as a Verb 2/20
anonymous
November 11 2012, 19:02:00 UTC
"Commander, Garrus Vakarian is now taking the ship's main elevator to your current location. He seems slightly distressed."
"Thanks for the heads up, EDI."
Shepard sat forward at her desk, now second-guessing herself. She was pretty certain things would work themselves out, but sometimes there were lines you just shouldn't--
The whoosh of her cabin's door pulling her back to the present, Shepard looked up to see her favorite turian standing stiffly in the doorway, appearing alarmed and slightly out of place. "What's wrong, commander? EDI didn't tell me what this is about."
Shepard straightened a bit in her chair, keeping the command face on for one last thing. "Relax. There's no emergency. The only thing wrong is that EDI says you've been working on the main gun for fourteen hours straight without any kind of meaningful break. Those kind of hours happen sometimes on away missions, but when we're here on the ship just traveling, that kind of workload is masochism, and I won't let you keep doing it to yourself. It's not good for you."
"Commander, I'm in the middle of installing a major upgrade to our main battery - There are still several days worth of calibrations I need to get through. Until that's done, the Normandy won't be as as strong as it could be."
"Well then, I guess it's a good thing we're headed to the Citadel for four days of shore leave." Seeing the look on his face, Shepard shook her head. "Missed that memo, did you, Vakarian? Too busy dicking around with the gun to read messages, were you? Hmmm?" She prodded.
Garrus gave a little self-conscious shrug. He did have a tendency to run himself into the ground when he was working on a project. He hadn't thought he was doing it now, but it was always hard for him to tell when he was in the middle of something. "Heh. Yeah. Okay, I'll take a break once I finish the part I'm working on."
She was making one last run through the day's messages at her console, sorting and deleting with smooth efficiency. "Try again." Didn't even look up.
"Alright, you win. I'm done for the day." He sighed.
"That's better. EDI's offered to run your numbers for you tonight. It should save you quite a bit of time."
Unable to hide his displeasure, Garrus made a turian grimace. "I would rather you left it to me. I just got my extrapolations set up the way I like them, and I'm kind a perfectionist about how I do my distance sets..."
EDI popped up nearby, right on cue. "There is no need for concern. I am not doing the calculations from the main battery, so it will not affect the setup of your console. Furthermore, I will be sending the results to your omnitool tomorrow rather than updating the gun's sets in real time as you do. This will allow you to keep complete control over the Thanix's calibrations."
"...Oh. Well, uh, thanks, EDI."
"I am glad to be of assistance. I can see from your preliminary setup that you prefer to use the golden ratio method to calculate your sets. I will be using the same method in my calculations in the hope that the transition between our work will be seamless. Logging you out, officer Vakarian."
"See? EDI's just trying to help. Okay, juuust a second..." With a few flicks and gestures Shepard's console dimmed and powered down, allowing her to give Garrus her full attention.
"Good. I'm officially off duty. Now - seeing as how we both have the night off, what do you say we go grab some slop from Gardner then come back up here for a while? If you have something else you'd rather do tonight, that's fine. It's just that we've both been all over the place since you got back onboard, and I'd really like to spend some time with you." She finished with a hopeful smile.
Garrus had never known the commander to invite anybody to her quarters for anything. But yeah, of course he wanted to spend his night off with Shepard. Who wouldn't?
"Sure. I could use some real food, and a change of scenery might do me some good. Honestly, after a while, all the numbers start to run together. How about we meet in the mess in twenty minutes or so? I need to clean up."
"Thanks for the heads up, EDI."
Shepard sat forward at her desk, now second-guessing herself. She was pretty certain things would work themselves out, but sometimes there were lines you just shouldn't--
The whoosh of her cabin's door pulling her back to the present, Shepard looked up to see her favorite turian standing stiffly in the doorway, appearing alarmed and slightly out of place. "What's wrong, commander? EDI didn't tell me what this is about."
Shepard straightened a bit in her chair, keeping the command face on for one last thing. "Relax. There's no emergency. The only thing wrong is that EDI says you've been working on the main gun for fourteen hours straight without any kind of meaningful break. Those kind of hours happen sometimes on away missions, but when we're here on the ship just traveling, that kind of workload is masochism, and I won't let you keep doing it to yourself. It's not good for you."
"Commander, I'm in the middle of installing a major upgrade to our main battery - There are still several days worth of calibrations I need to get through. Until that's done, the Normandy won't be as as strong as it could be."
"Well then, I guess it's a good thing we're headed to the Citadel for four days of shore leave." Seeing the look on his face, Shepard shook her head. "Missed that memo, did you, Vakarian? Too busy dicking around with the gun to read messages, were you? Hmmm?" She prodded.
Garrus gave a little self-conscious shrug. He did have a tendency to run himself into the ground when he was working on a project. He hadn't thought he was doing it now, but it was always hard for him to tell when he was in the middle of something. "Heh. Yeah. Okay, I'll take a break once I finish the part I'm working on."
She was making one last run through the day's messages at her console, sorting and deleting with smooth efficiency. "Try again." Didn't even look up.
"Alright, you win. I'm done for the day." He sighed.
"That's better. EDI's offered to run your numbers for you tonight. It should save you quite a bit of time."
Unable to hide his displeasure, Garrus made a turian grimace. "I would rather you left it to me. I just got my extrapolations set up the way I like them, and I'm kind a perfectionist about how I do my distance sets..."
EDI popped up nearby, right on cue. "There is no need for concern. I am not doing the calculations from the main battery, so it will not affect the setup of your console. Furthermore, I will be sending the results to your omnitool tomorrow rather than updating the gun's sets in real time as you do. This will allow you to keep complete control over the Thanix's calibrations."
"...Oh. Well, uh, thanks, EDI."
"I am glad to be of assistance. I can see from your preliminary setup that you prefer to use the golden ratio method to calculate your sets. I will be using the same method in my calculations in the hope that the transition between our work will be seamless. Logging you out, officer Vakarian."
"See? EDI's just trying to help. Okay, juuust a second..." With a few flicks and gestures Shepard's console dimmed and powered down, allowing her to give Garrus her full attention.
"Good. I'm officially off duty. Now - seeing as how we both have the night off, what do you say we go grab some slop from Gardner then come back up here for a while? If you have something else you'd rather do tonight, that's fine. It's just that we've both been all over the place since you got back onboard, and I'd really like to spend some time with you." She finished with a hopeful smile.
Garrus had never known the commander to invite anybody to her quarters for anything. But yeah, of course he wanted to spend his night off with Shepard. Who wouldn't?
"Sure. I could use some real food, and a change of scenery might do me some good. Honestly, after a while, all the numbers start to run together. How about we meet in the mess in twenty minutes or so? I need to clean up."
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