Boots on the groundinfelixsororJune 27 2012, 17:38:38 UTC
Captain Reynolds would be the first to admit that he had spent a large part of the last few months desperately wishing for orders, for something resembling a chain of command, or even just a simple plan. Something to work towards. And it did seem a little ungrateful to complain about the first clear order he’d received in close to a year.
But being told that he needed to get as many soldiers as he possibly could to London before Shepard arrived as some unknown future point to say the goddamn day was not the sort of order that he’d had in mind. Especially not when issues like where the hell to store all these soldiers before they were needed, or where to get the supplies necessary for a force that size or even how to get the bastards to London in the first place were all apparently someone else’s problem as far as the people giving the orders were concerned.
Reynolds had always hated being someone else in these situations.
But his team made it work, more or less. They scouted out the old tunnels of London, cleared them of husks and got ready to fill them with fighters instead. Rob went back to panicking over medical supplies and planning stockpiles around the city, triage stations for when the actions began again. Addie and Mark went back to the radios, sending out hour after hour of encrypted instructions, working in shifts without stopping until they’d organised safe routes across almost all of the UK and a fair bit of France as well. By the time Admiral Anderson himself landed in Richmond Park, they’d managed to scrape together something which could only be described as an army and Reynolds was glad to see that the Admiral was suitably impressed.
“I never knew there were so many tunnels under London,” Anderson said as Reynolds led the way to the unofficial command centre.
“The old sewers, the London Underground, some very careful demolition work courtesy of Sergeant Jackson, it all adds up,” Reynolds replied. “We started on this place as soon as your orders reached us. We’ve got plenty of room to fill.”
“And how are we doing with filling it?”
“We’ve had people coming in from all over the place. Even had a few Asari turn up wanting to help. Under any other circumstances, I’d say we have enough to take the city and then some.”
“And under these circumstances?”
Reynolds shrugged, protocol be damned. “You asked for soldiers, sir. All the rest of it has a lot more to do with Shepard than it does with me.”
xxx Prompts - Natural stupidity, Technical fault, Some problems cannot be solved with violence
Re: Boots on the groundsiujerkjaiJune 27 2012, 21:19:47 UTC
I cannot imagine how that final battle would have looked to the average grunt. Well, actually, I can now because you've provided a really good sense of it. Well done.
Some Problems Cannot be Solved with Violencea_talking_dinoJune 27 2012, 21:44:01 UTC
Quick question. What are the NSFW rules around here? SC is a given but what about language and violence?
Might be NSFW due to language.
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"I thought I told you to fuck off."
Shepard leaned against the bulkhead. He wasn't going anywhere. "I meant what I said, Jack. Ignoring it isn't going to change how I feel."
She snarled, her fists glowing, but she wouldn't look at him. "I don't care about your fucking feelings, Shepard. Now, get out."
He crossed his arms stubbornly. "You have to talk to me about it eventually."
"Leave me," Jack threw a warp, almost screaming with frustration, "the fuck alone!"
Shepard ducked and it crashed into the wall behind him, leaving a scorch mark on the metal. He straighten, his face stony, but he only looked at her. Her breathing was loud and harsh in the silence that followed.
Jack waited, her skin prickling under his gaze, but he just stood there. Finally, he turned away and left without another word.
Tears were stinging her eyes and she swiped at them angrily. She didn't need his bullshit. And that's all it was. Bullshit. She'd heard it before and it had always been just another way to fuck her over. It didn't matter that things were different. It didn't matter that she-
Fuck.
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Prompts: -Without pity -Mostly dead -How 'bout goodbye
Re: Some Problems Cannot be Solved with ViolencedisalaeJune 27 2012, 21:51:44 UTC
Poor Jack :(
I wrote a sort of violent fill a few weeks back, so I think as long as you warn people it's all good. I've never seen anything on here that I've thought was way TOO much (I'd say probably graphic non-con would be a no-go, for example? Or at least maybe put it behind a spoiler tag or something?)
I should probably NSFW my Jack stories more often. Then again I sort of feel like seeing the name "Jack" gives people a heads-up that violence/inappropriate language are about to ensue. :)
But being told that he needed to get as many soldiers as he possibly could to London before Shepard arrived as some unknown future point to say the goddamn day was not the sort of order that he’d had in mind. Especially not when issues like where the hell to store all these soldiers before they were needed, or where to get the supplies necessary for a force that size or even how to get the bastards to London in the first place were all apparently someone else’s problem as far as the people giving the orders were concerned.
Reynolds had always hated being someone else in these situations.
But his team made it work, more or less. They scouted out the old tunnels of London, cleared them of husks and got ready to fill them with fighters instead. Rob went back to panicking over medical supplies and planning stockpiles around the city, triage stations for when the actions began again. Addie and Mark went back to the radios, sending out hour after hour of encrypted instructions, working in shifts without stopping until they’d organised safe routes across almost all of the UK and a fair bit of France as well. By the time Admiral Anderson himself landed in Richmond Park, they’d managed to scrape together something which could only be described as an army and Reynolds was glad to see that the Admiral was suitably impressed.
“I never knew there were so many tunnels under London,” Anderson said as Reynolds led the way to the unofficial command centre.
“The old sewers, the London Underground, some very careful demolition work courtesy of Sergeant Jackson, it all adds up,” Reynolds replied. “We started on this place as soon as your orders reached us. We’ve got plenty of room to fill.”
“And how are we doing with filling it?”
“We’ve had people coming in from all over the place. Even had a few Asari turn up wanting to help. Under any other circumstances, I’d say we have enough to take the city and then some.”
“And under these circumstances?”
Reynolds shrugged, protocol be damned. “You asked for soldiers, sir. All the rest of it has a lot more to do with Shepard than it does with me.”
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Prompts -
Natural stupidity,
Technical fault,
Some problems cannot be solved with violence
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Might be NSFW due to language.
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"I thought I told you to fuck off."
Shepard leaned against the bulkhead. He wasn't going anywhere. "I meant what I said, Jack. Ignoring it isn't going to change how I feel."
She snarled, her fists glowing, but she wouldn't look at him. "I don't care about your fucking feelings, Shepard. Now, get out."
He crossed his arms stubbornly. "You have to talk to me about it eventually."
"Leave me," Jack threw a warp, almost screaming with frustration, "the fuck alone!"
Shepard ducked and it crashed into the wall behind him, leaving a scorch mark on the metal. He straighten, his face stony, but he only looked at her. Her breathing was loud and harsh in the silence that followed.
Jack waited, her skin prickling under his gaze, but he just stood there. Finally, he turned away and left without another word.
Tears were stinging her eyes and she swiped at them angrily. She didn't need his bullshit. And that's all it was. Bullshit. She'd heard it before and it had always been just another way to fuck her over. It didn't matter that things were different. It didn't matter that she-
Fuck.
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Prompts:
-Without pity
-Mostly dead
-How 'bout goodbye
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I wrote a sort of violent fill a few weeks back, so I think as long as you warn people it's all good. I've never seen anything on here that I've thought was way TOO much (I'd say probably graphic non-con would be a no-go, for example? Or at least maybe put it behind a spoiler tag or something?)
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Thanks for the info =). I'll just put NSFW tags for language and violence as a just-in-case.
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