[Mass Effect][G] They, who fight like a Shepard
Characters: Garrus, Tali
Genre: Humor, action/adventure
Disclaimer: the Ghost is mine
Notes: For the prompt “Ghost” on 52_challenge and the Matchmaker challenge on card_writing
Timeline: ME3, after Priority: Rannoch
Summary: The Ghost, they called them, since nobody could seem to succeed in tracing the guy's id informations, even when nobody seemed to be able to shut up about their impressive battle achievements. Garrus couldn't say he wasn't excited that Shepard had sent Tali and him on a mission where they'd have to team up with them.
“Keelah! He’s really not bad!” Tali let out through the comms, saying aloud what everyone else was probably thinking.
“I have to admit,” Garrus admitted following the guy’s progression on the battlefield with an appreciative eye, before he shot an assault trooper out of the sentinel’s way. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he added while the other put their tactical cloak.
He watched over them through his sniper lenses while they passed their omni-tool over the body lying on the ground. Then, they crouched on the ground, not that it made that much of a difference, to give them the first aid needed to get the human biotic back on his feet. Tali was a bit farther, hidden between a large chunk of fallen roof, fingers almost dancing on her omni-tool as she was working on hacking the deactivated security bots lying around.
There was another quarian with her, whose name eluded Garrus. That one was part of the Ghost’s team, the later had one moved to programming three drones in what seemed like an instant, an impressive feat the turian had never seen done before, even by Tali. Of course, that part of the Ghost, he knew of: as swift and sturdy as a shatha, moving around like they owned the place and using their tactical cloak, decoys and drones as if it was as natural as breathing. Their combat abilities had made them a legend and giving them their actual surname: the Ghost, only seen when they wanted to be seen and who could take whole platoons of reapers by themselves. The last part was an exaggeration of course; the Ghost wasn’t even working alone and like any special ops team sent out to take care of delicate mission out there, they were working with three other operatives. The quarian who had taken cover with Tali. A big krogan, even by krogan standards who was making his damn best to get their enemies’ attention off the Ghost while he helped the human and fiddled with his armor.
Garrus swore a couple times when his sniper overheated; he had used an older model while leaving his Mantis at trusted hands back on the Citadel to be upgraded). He switched to his assault riffle, making his way to quarians.
“Finally got them!” Tali said when he joined them. As she spoke, bots were standing up, already shooting at the Cerberus men around. His friend reached for her shotgun. “Well, Garrus. Time to do some shooting.”
“I’ve done plenty of shooting,” he shot back, subharmonics vibrating with amusement. “But, I feel like if we don’t do more, the Ghost’s gonna have all the glory to themselves. Wouldn’t let that happen, would we? We’d get teased to no end.”
That was the bit neither of them had been expecting at all. When hearing they would collaborate with the Ghost, they had play the guess what species they were. She had bet on human and himself on turian. Both had it so wrong. But to be fair, Garrus thought, watching them leading the way further into the facility, agile and fast like they were as light as air when avoiding fire, nobody would have guessed the guy’s species or even believed it without seeing them with their own eyes. And somehow, there were not a single video of the Ghost on the extranet.
“I can’t believe it!” Tali told him when the Ghost rolled on the side, while activating his cloak to come behind them and recharged their shields. She let out a satisfied grunt as she could blast away the few troopers now in front of them without fear of touching the guy.
“You’re not alone…” The words came out almost as a growl. Himself had a hard time to realize what was happening, and why the hell Shepard had sent them here when the guy didn’t seem to need their help, at all. He wouldn’t say it was a bad experience though. As much as he loved Shepard and working with them, he liked to be able to work on a less political mission for once. After Rannoch and Legion’s death, he had needed that. Tali even more.
It made him feel like being on Omega again, doing a work that might not seem like a big gesture, but that was important nonetheless and had an impact. His mandibles stiffened at the comparaison, even though he was dealing with that far better than when Shepard had found him, ready to die. Instead, he concentrated on shooting the phantom before it moved away from the decoy to them. The krogan and human biotic were taking care of a phantom not far while the Ghost and the other quarian had fallen on a support role, making sure their shields weren’t depleted and using drones and decoys to get their enemies off their back as much as possible.
It wasn’t easy-missions never really were since the war had begun-but everything was going smoothly and nobody had died or suffered a severe injury, yet. And the Ghost was nothing but the reason. If their squad was excellent, he was just playing at another level. It was clear the guy was a genius as far as combat as concerned. Not only were they a more-than-average fighter, but they seemed to be as skilled with leading the whole team and coming up with strategies that made a full use of their individual abilities (even though it was the first time Tali and him were working with them).
In fact, “They remind me of Shepard,” Garrus said aloud, earning himself a hum from Tali. “Except for the corpulence and height bit, of course,” he added with a rumble of amusement, making her chuckle.
“You don’t say,” she replied. “All the more impressive. I really didn’t think Volus could fight like that.”
Garrus was happy they were currently on a private chan comm because what he said wasn’t appropriate at all, maybe except in Joker’s mind: “Well, I didn’t think Volus could fight at all. Remember that Biotic God when we met Samara back on Illium?”
Genre: Humor, action/adventure
Disclaimer: the Ghost is mine
Notes: For the prompt “Ghost” on 52_challenge and the Matchmaker challenge on card_writing
Timeline: ME3, after Priority: Rannoch
Summary: The Ghost, they called them, since nobody could seem to succeed in tracing the guy's id informations, even when nobody seemed to be able to shut up about their impressive battle achievements. Garrus couldn't say he wasn't excited that Shepard had sent Tali and him on a mission where they'd have to team up with them.
“Keelah! He’s really not bad!” Tali let out through the comms, saying aloud what everyone else was probably thinking.
“I have to admit,” Garrus admitted following the guy’s progression on the battlefield with an appreciative eye, before he shot an assault trooper out of the sentinel’s way. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he added while the other put their tactical cloak.
He watched over them through his sniper lenses while they passed their omni-tool over the body lying on the ground. Then, they crouched on the ground, not that it made that much of a difference, to give them the first aid needed to get the human biotic back on his feet. Tali was a bit farther, hidden between a large chunk of fallen roof, fingers almost dancing on her omni-tool as she was working on hacking the deactivated security bots lying around.
There was another quarian with her, whose name eluded Garrus. That one was part of the Ghost’s team, the later had one moved to programming three drones in what seemed like an instant, an impressive feat the turian had never seen done before, even by Tali. Of course, that part of the Ghost, he knew of: as swift and sturdy as a shatha, moving around like they owned the place and using their tactical cloak, decoys and drones as if it was as natural as breathing. Their combat abilities had made them a legend and giving them their actual surname: the Ghost, only seen when they wanted to be seen and who could take whole platoons of reapers by themselves. The last part was an exaggeration of course; the Ghost wasn’t even working alone and like any special ops team sent out to take care of delicate mission out there, they were working with three other operatives. The quarian who had taken cover with Tali. A big krogan, even by krogan standards who was making his damn best to get their enemies’ attention off the Ghost while he helped the human and fiddled with his armor.
Garrus swore a couple times when his sniper overheated; he had used an older model while leaving his Mantis at trusted hands back on the Citadel to be upgraded). He switched to his assault riffle, making his way to quarians.
“Finally got them!” Tali said when he joined them. As she spoke, bots were standing up, already shooting at the Cerberus men around. His friend reached for her shotgun. “Well, Garrus. Time to do some shooting.”
“I’ve done plenty of shooting,” he shot back, subharmonics vibrating with amusement. “But, I feel like if we don’t do more, the Ghost’s gonna have all the glory to themselves. Wouldn’t let that happen, would we? We’d get teased to no end.”
That was the bit neither of them had been expecting at all. When hearing they would collaborate with the Ghost, they had play the guess what species they were. She had bet on human and himself on turian. Both had it so wrong. But to be fair, Garrus thought, watching them leading the way further into the facility, agile and fast like they were as light as air when avoiding fire, nobody would have guessed the guy’s species or even believed it without seeing them with their own eyes. And somehow, there were not a single video of the Ghost on the extranet.
“I can’t believe it!” Tali told him when the Ghost rolled on the side, while activating his cloak to come behind them and recharged their shields. She let out a satisfied grunt as she could blast away the few troopers now in front of them without fear of touching the guy.
“You’re not alone…” The words came out almost as a growl. Himself had a hard time to realize what was happening, and why the hell Shepard had sent them here when the guy didn’t seem to need their help, at all. He wouldn’t say it was a bad experience though. As much as he loved Shepard and working with them, he liked to be able to work on a less political mission for once. After Rannoch and Legion’s death, he had needed that. Tali even more.
It made him feel like being on Omega again, doing a work that might not seem like a big gesture, but that was important nonetheless and had an impact. His mandibles stiffened at the comparaison, even though he was dealing with that far better than when Shepard had found him, ready to die. Instead, he concentrated on shooting the phantom before it moved away from the decoy to them. The krogan and human biotic were taking care of a phantom not far while the Ghost and the other quarian had fallen on a support role, making sure their shields weren’t depleted and using drones and decoys to get their enemies off their back as much as possible.
It wasn’t easy-missions never really were since the war had begun-but everything was going smoothly and nobody had died or suffered a severe injury, yet. And the Ghost was nothing but the reason. If their squad was excellent, he was just playing at another level. It was clear the guy was a genius as far as combat as concerned. Not only were they a more-than-average fighter, but they seemed to be as skilled with leading the whole team and coming up with strategies that made a full use of their individual abilities (even though it was the first time Tali and him were working with them).
In fact, “They remind me of Shepard,” Garrus said aloud, earning himself a hum from Tali. “Except for the corpulence and height bit, of course,” he added with a rumble of amusement, making her chuckle.
“You don’t say,” she replied. “All the more impressive. I really didn’t think Volus could fight like that.”
Garrus was happy they were currently on a private chan comm because what he said wasn’t appropriate at all, maybe except in Joker’s mind: “Well, I didn’t think Volus could fight at all. Remember that Biotic God when we met Samara back on Illium?”