Fill: Garrus/Miss Flexibility "Duels and Tiebreakers" part 3
anonymous
March 16 2014, 03:06:08 UTC
Part 3 A!A is making this shit up as she goes.
+_-_-_-_-_+ It would have been a simple game of capture the flag had Serranus not gotten creative with the combat sim and dropped them into a sprawling urban area with what looked like human architecture. He’d also hidden an unknown number of fake “flags” along with the six that were real. They wouldn’t know which were which until they had them in hand; the fake ones would give a mild electric shock. Since Serranus couldn’t blow them up, as Quinn was sure he wanted to do from time to time, she was certain his definition of mild was vastly different from theirs.
Garrus had recommended waiting until a few of the flags had been located; he wanted an idea of how bad the electrocution of a fake would be before he sent them in to grab their payoff. Quinn agreed. There was no sense in running into a situation without all the intel. Then he suggested they could ambush a team that had already found a flag: Mavic liked the idea, she did not. It was against the rules of the game and she told Garrus as much. He countered by telling her there were no rules out there. She hated that he was right, hated that they’d all be punished if it came to that because they weren’t out there and Serranus did not like that kind of dishonesty. She hated that she wanted him all the more for it.
“So…what are you doing after this?” Quinn asked flirtatiously and she felt Mavic wince from where he was crouched to the other side of their final teammate and current squad leader.
Garrus didn’t even lift his head, still looking through his scope, trying to get eyes on one of the other teams.
“I’ve been assigned to the main battery.” The sniper muttered out the side of his mouth, completely missing her tones.
“Not that anyone asked,” Mavic quipped, his subvocals positively filthy. “But I plan to be in my bunk after this, enjoying some alone time that’s not alone.”
It was directed at both of them and she had to resist the urge to punch the older man in the jaw. It could wait until he was on an opposing team, hopefully during the next exercise. Quinn heard Garrus sigh but still didn’t look at either of them.
“I’d appreciate it if the both of you would focus.” He said, his voice full of reprimand and damn if that tone wasn’t sexy coming out of his mouth. “I’d prefer not to get shot. Even if it’s not live ammo.”
“That’s something I can get behind.” Mavic winked at her, letting his eyes go between her and Garrus pointedly. He twitched his mandible at her playfully.
“Seriously?” Quinn deadpanned. He’d always been a shameless flirt but spirits, he really did get worse every day. “You’re asking for a thre-“
“Focus!” Garrus snapped and they both responded instinctually to the order. “Thank you. I can see Nexin’s team, their pointman has got her hands on- oh wow.”
“What is it?” Mavic asked, inching closer as if to look through Garrus’ scope.
“Suffice to say…we don’t want to grab a fake package.”
Quinn got to her knees beside him and looked through her own scope down the field. She could see Nexin pulling one of his teammates back to her feet and the sparks that jumped and arced over her, locking up her armour. That was not a current meant to stun but to incapacitate.
“Serranus is a total bastard.” She stated without malice.
“That bad?”
Garrus hummed and finally pulled his head back from his rifle. “Alright then. We’re going to watch and wait for another team to nab a flag. Virim I want you to run some inference, leave a few pressure sensitive traps along the south side of the field. I don’t want anyone hurt, just netted or delayed. Try to only focus on teams that have actually gotten one of the flags, we want to eliminate the chances of getting a fake one as much as possible.”
“Understood.”
“Vetus I need you cloaked, moving ahead of him and keeping his path as clear as you can. If you come across one of the other teams with the package, hack their omnitools into showing one of Virim’s traps as their rally point. Failing that, lead them in a large loop away from us.”
“Consider it done.”
Garrus nodded. “I’ll follow at a distance and keep our six clean. Minimum chatter on the comms. No casualties if you can prevent it. Now go.”
Re: Fill: Garrus/Miss Flexibility "Duels and Tiebreakers" part 3
anonymous
March 17 2014, 15:18:09 UTC
A!A Thanks, I think I finally have a direction for this before I get to the point. But I'll still happily take suggestions. Because I almost never write female characters.
A!A is making this shit up as she goes.
+_-_-_-_-_+
It would have been a simple game of capture the flag had Serranus not gotten creative with the combat sim and dropped them into a sprawling urban area with what looked like human architecture. He’d also hidden an unknown number of fake “flags” along with the six that were real. They wouldn’t know which were which until they had them in hand; the fake ones would give a mild electric shock. Since Serranus couldn’t blow them up, as Quinn was sure he wanted to do from time to time, she was certain his definition of mild was vastly different from theirs.
Garrus had recommended waiting until a few of the flags had been located; he wanted an idea of how bad the electrocution of a fake would be before he sent them in to grab their payoff. Quinn agreed. There was no sense in running into a situation without all the intel. Then he suggested they could ambush a team that had already found a flag: Mavic liked the idea, she did not. It was against the rules of the game and she told Garrus as much. He countered by telling her there were no rules out there. She hated that he was right, hated that they’d all be punished if it came to that because they weren’t out there and Serranus did not like that kind of dishonesty. She hated that she wanted him all the more for it.
“So…what are you doing after this?” Quinn asked flirtatiously and she felt Mavic wince from where he was crouched to the other side of their final teammate and current squad leader.
Garrus didn’t even lift his head, still looking through his scope, trying to get eyes on one of the other teams.
“I’ve been assigned to the main battery.” The sniper muttered out the side of his mouth, completely missing her tones.
“Not that anyone asked,” Mavic quipped, his subvocals positively filthy. “But I plan to be in my bunk after this, enjoying some alone time that’s not alone.”
It was directed at both of them and she had to resist the urge to punch the older man in the jaw. It could wait until he was on an opposing team, hopefully during the next exercise. Quinn heard Garrus sigh but still didn’t look at either of them.
“I’d appreciate it if the both of you would focus.” He said, his voice full of reprimand and damn if that tone wasn’t sexy coming out of his mouth. “I’d prefer not to get shot. Even if it’s not live ammo.”
“That’s something I can get behind.” Mavic winked at her, letting his eyes go between her and Garrus pointedly. He twitched his mandible at her playfully.
“Seriously?” Quinn deadpanned. He’d always been a shameless flirt but spirits, he really did get worse every day. “You’re asking for a thre-“
“Focus!” Garrus snapped and they both responded instinctually to the order. “Thank you. I can see Nexin’s team, their pointman has got her hands on- oh wow.”
“What is it?” Mavic asked, inching closer as if to look through Garrus’ scope.
“Suffice to say…we don’t want to grab a fake package.”
Quinn got to her knees beside him and looked through her own scope down the field. She could see Nexin pulling one of his teammates back to her feet and the sparks that jumped and arced over her, locking up her armour. That was not a current meant to stun but to incapacitate.
“Serranus is a total bastard.” She stated without malice.
“That bad?”
Garrus hummed and finally pulled his head back from his rifle. “Alright then. We’re going to watch and wait for another team to nab a flag. Virim I want you to run some inference, leave a few pressure sensitive traps along the south side of the field. I don’t want anyone hurt, just netted or delayed. Try to only focus on teams that have actually gotten one of the flags, we want to eliminate the chances of getting a fake one as much as possible.”
“Understood.”
“Vetus I need you cloaked, moving ahead of him and keeping his path as clear as you can. If you come across one of the other teams with the package, hack their omnitools into showing one of Virim’s traps as their rally point. Failing that, lead them in a large loop away from us.”
“Consider it done.”
Garrus nodded. “I’ll follow at a distance and keep our six clean. Minimum chatter on the comms. No casualties if you can prevent it. Now go.”
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Thanks, I think I finally have a direction for this before I get to the point. But I'll still happily take suggestions. Because I almost never write female characters.
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