Calibrations, Interruptis 1/?
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August 3 2014, 01:25:25 UTC
Garrus Vakarian had three loves in his suddenly surprisingly complicated love life, and one of them was being a very, very naughty girl indeed.
Unfortunately, it was the one that wasn't, technically, sentient.
He sighed as the Thannix console blinked ERROR ERROR ERROR at him.
His gun had taken a hard hit in the approach to the collector base, which in turn had all but blown out the battery's station's main computer.
In the hours following their successful return from their suicide mission, he'd managed to bring the console back online, but it had wiped out nearly all the work he'd done on that damn gun since he'd installed it.
That included the months of calibrations that had actually got the turian gun to cooperate with the Cerberus-based coding of the rest of the ship.
Which meant he now had a huge, powerful gun - and absolutely no way to accurately fire it.
No fury like a woman scorned, he supposed.
He'd hardly neglected the damn thing, of course, but, well, the Thannix wasn't the main woman on his mind anymore. Wasn't even in the top two.
He was tempted to kick the console a bit, but he knew the only result of that would be EDI barging in to warn him that synthetics, unlike organics, did not process pain as a motivational tool.
Again.
He was tempted to do it anyway.
At least it would give him something to do. And something to take his mind of off...
His omni-tool beeped and he glanced down. A new message.
Hey there. How's the big gun? - S
Shepard. He felt an inordinately inappropriate amount of warmth flood his chest from just seeing her message. He'd been carrying a torch for her for years - and still hadn't quite gotten past the tightness and warmth he felt in his chest every time she proved that she was definitively interested, too.
And last night, oh... Shepard. She was even better than he'd thought, reducing him to incoherent babbling. Granted, she'd had Tali's help, but he was pretty sure she could do it on her own, too.
He really thought she'd avoid him for a while, after the night before, with Tali involved... It had been good (very good, very very good, very - fuck, the best he'd ever had) but, well, they hadn't really expected to all come back alive and -
Death had a way of lowering your inhibitions.
Six months ago, he would have laughed at the idea of having inter-species sex, even with someone he respected as much as Shepard. And he certainly would never have gone to bed with a quarian. Not because he believed they were inferior (well, not anymore, not since he watched Tali overload six geth at the same time), but because their immune systems were so damn delicate.
Now he'd done both. At the same time, no less. And while he didn't regret it - they were his best friends - he was very surprised either would be talking to him.
They hadn't expected to come back alive.
His mandibles flared and he evaluated the message.
Friendly. Businesslike. It was like Shepard, he thought - business first, pleasure later. (Hopefully.)
He would respond in kind.
Got knocked out of commission by the collectors. I'm working on it, but It'll take hours to fix. - G
He reached down to type in a line of missing code.
Ping.
A second message.
Not the gun I was talking about, G. - S
Oh.
Oh.
Well.
Pleasure first then.
He could handle that.
Ah, that gun is still in service. Sure you can cope with the kickback? - G
He hadn't even had time to boot up the calibrating program before his omni-tool pinged again.
I think I can handle it. But I brought back-up just in case. - S
There was a picture attached.
He swallowed and opened it. Two belts, laying on what could only be the floor of Shepard's cabin, judging from the blueish glow from behind them.
Tali.
In Shepard's room.
Well, wasn't that interesting.
He thought he had been lucky to get those two in bed once.
He hadn't planned on it happening again, but he wasn't going to argue if the other women in his life wanted another go.
Unfortunately, it was the one that wasn't, technically, sentient.
He sighed as the Thannix console blinked ERROR ERROR ERROR at him.
His gun had taken a hard hit in the approach to the collector base, which in turn had all but blown out the battery's station's main computer.
In the hours following their successful return from their suicide mission, he'd managed to bring the console back online, but it had wiped out nearly all the work he'd done on that damn gun since he'd installed it.
That included the months of calibrations that had actually got the turian gun to cooperate with the Cerberus-based coding of the rest of the ship.
Which meant he now had a huge, powerful gun - and absolutely no way to accurately fire it.
No fury like a woman scorned, he supposed.
He'd hardly neglected the damn thing, of course, but, well, the Thannix wasn't the main woman on his mind anymore. Wasn't even in the top two.
He was tempted to kick the console a bit, but he knew the only result of that would be EDI barging in to warn him that synthetics, unlike organics, did not process pain as a motivational tool.
Again.
He was tempted to do it anyway.
At least it would give him something to do. And something to take his mind of off...
His omni-tool beeped and he glanced down. A new message.
Hey there. How's the big gun? - S
Shepard. He felt an inordinately inappropriate amount of warmth flood his chest from just seeing her message. He'd been carrying a torch for her for years - and still hadn't quite gotten past the tightness and warmth he felt in his chest every time she proved that she was definitively interested, too.
And last night, oh... Shepard. She was even better than he'd thought, reducing him to incoherent babbling. Granted, she'd had Tali's help, but he was pretty sure she could do it on her own, too.
He really thought she'd avoid him for a while, after the night before, with Tali involved... It had been good (very good, very very good, very - fuck, the best he'd ever had) but, well, they hadn't really expected to all come back alive and -
Death had a way of lowering your inhibitions.
Six months ago, he would have laughed at the idea of having inter-species sex, even with someone he respected as much as Shepard. And he certainly would never have gone to bed with a quarian. Not because he believed they were inferior (well, not anymore, not since he watched Tali overload six geth at the same time), but because their immune systems were so damn delicate.
Now he'd done both. At the same time, no less. And while he didn't regret it - they were his best friends - he was very surprised either would be talking to him.
They hadn't expected to come back alive.
His mandibles flared and he evaluated the message.
Friendly. Businesslike. It was like Shepard, he thought - business first, pleasure later. (Hopefully.)
He would respond in kind.
Got knocked out of commission by the collectors. I'm working on it, but It'll take hours to fix. - G
He reached down to type in a line of missing code.
Ping.
A second message.
Not the gun I was talking about, G. - S
Oh.
Oh.
Well.
Pleasure first then.
He could handle that.
Ah, that gun is still in service. Sure you can cope with the kickback? - G
He hadn't even had time to boot up the calibrating program before his omni-tool pinged again.
I think I can handle it. But I brought back-up just in case. - S
There was a picture attached.
He swallowed and opened it. Two belts, laying on what could only be the floor of Shepard's cabin, judging from the blueish glow from behind them.
Tali.
In Shepard's room.
Well, wasn't that interesting.
He thought he had been lucky to get those two in bed once.
He hadn't planned on it happening again, but he wasn't going to argue if the other women in his life wanted another go.
He opened the messaging program.
When do you want to do this? - G
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