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[cmdr_renegade]

Who: Commander Shepard and anyone/thing who happens to be lurking around, searching for weird shit in the memory-buildings.
What: Let's be stuck in a holographic maze together. Btw. It's full of corpses and disembodied voices.
Where: Probably Kurzweil.
When: About 4:50 PMish.
Warning(s): Bloody things and creepiness? Also swearing.

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[cmdr_renegade]

For about half a minute, Shepard was staring at nothing but an empty hallway with bad lighting. She was ready to turn, ignore the recently halted sound of footsteps, and continue on her less-than-merry way, when the air flickered and, with a mechanical sizzle, gave way to a tall, dark shadowy thing. Shepard recoiled slightly, her hand going reflexively to her sidearm, and she had to force herself to keep from drawing it.

Whatever it was wavered into existence and just...was for a moment. It wasn't really moving, and Shepard kept still as she surveyed it. It was tall enough that if it stood up straight, it'd punch a hole in the bulkhead behind the holographic skin. Double her size in bulk, if not in height, and armored like it was going out of fashion. It was a species she'd never seen, but that was less surprising than it should have been.

"Damn," Shepard said aloud and drummed her fingers against the grip of her pistol, eager to draw it despite the fact that the creature before her was almost certainly fictitious. She was tempted to activate her omnitool, or her visor, just to catalogue it, but neither would be worth the headache. "Apparently the hanging corpses weren't creepy enough, now the holograms have to look like giant goddamn aliens."

[arbitrating]

...ah.

An unworthy part of him wanted to seize that opportunity and run with it. If he stood still, or simply turned around, perhaps she would not even notice the difference.

But he could not very well continue avoiding every single lifeform on this station. She had not immediately recognized his species and opened fire, which meant, perhaps, that she would have no quarrel with him.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken," he said finally, lifting his head and watching her warily, tensed to dodge or rush her if she pulled her weapon.

"I am no hologram."

[cmdr_renegade]

It answered her...and fairly politely, given the circumstances. Shepard's hand tensed around the grip of her pistol but she didn't draw it, not just yet. That creature was big enough that if it decided to attack, even with her biotics up, it'd feel like getting plowed by a cargo freighter. That armor probably wasn't ornamental.

If it wanted to have a polite conversation, well, she could do polite. Probably.

"The fact that you materialized out of thin air, notwithstanding," Shepard replied casually. Tactical cloaks weren't uncommon, but she'd seen precious few occupants of the station with the kind of tech required. She was suddenly rather grateful that she'd reloaded not five minutes ago.

"You enjoying a stroll back here, or did you get locked in by the holograms?" Shepard prompted after a brief pause.