001 - Video - Garrus Means 'Garrison'; a place you house soldiers.

[dontknowgray]

[Sometime after the shipwide announcement, and thus 'early' in the morning. Garrus activates the comm at large and makes his own announcement: He speaks with the authority of a man who has seen command, and knows what it costs. What it does to people. And what happens when commanders screw the proverbial pooch. He's serious, but not grim. Dressed

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[Video]

[sanctifiedemon]

[And this response comes from a man who looks like a sheepish puppy. A sheepish blue puppy.]

I'm Kurt.

I teleport.

Hello.

[dontknowgray]

[Garrus has to pause for a minute and cock his head, trying to puzzle that out. It's a very birdlike gesture.]

Teleport? Like-- going through a mass relay, only-- instantly?

[sanctifiedemon]

I think so. [Actually, Kurt's never heard of a mass relay before.] Traveling a distance without the time that is needed to travel it.

Only--there is a bit of a catch. If I cannot gauge where I am going, then I cannot travel across that area. There's a risk of becoming stuck inside solid objects.

[He's so close to blurting out, "What are you?" but realizes how hypocritical that would be--and how much more dire this situation is.]

[dontknowgray]

[He's a space raptor. A freaky, armor plated space raptor.]

So we couldn't get you outside the ship in a space suit and hope you could make it out, and make it back, without ... possibly ending up part of the ship... in what I'm guessing is a very messy and not healthy way?

[Scratch that idea.]

[audio]

[whatistheremore]

[Oh, thank God.

Some of that? Went over his head. But the rest. Horatio Hornblower listened carefully to. He was still trying to figure this place out, but there had been enough information (strange as it was to access) where he had woken up that he could reply to the message.]

Captain Hornblower, of His Britannic Majesty's Atropos.

Military.

I am educated in mathematics, navigation, combat, sailing and have almost thirteen years practical experience in all of them.

[Audio]

[dontknowgray]

Alright. We'll have to find a time to meet, but I'll be sure to add you the list of military personnel.

[Little does he know that the Atropos is not a starship.]

[Audio]

[whatistheremore]

[And little does Horatio know the sight awaiting him when they do meet.]

Let me know when you need me.

[He almost adds a "sir," but... Well. The man's obviously military, but Horatio won't assume he's admiral-rank or higher. He'll wait for confirmation to show full deference.]

[dontknowgray]

I'll arrange personnel meetings as soon as I've gathered enough information to form possible teams, but I will want to interview every the best I can.

[Poor Horatio. That flanging dual-voice that is so natural to Garrus probably just sounds like distortion over the commlink...]

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[madeofturret]

[ !!!

Something in talking! A unknown, strange object with a thing's face on it. It's a robot, staring at Garrus, staring as hard as a robot can.

Then, it does a little wave, letting out a few chipper sounds.

(: ]

Re: video

[dontknowgray]

Uh. Hi.

You're not Geth, are you?

[Cause that sure as hell isn't Legion's nerdy little brother, right?]

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[madeofturret]

[ ...geth? ]

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[madeofturret]

[ Longest stare for all of eternity. ]

geth...friend?

[video]

[dadwasavillain]

Um. Hi. Listen, are we really headed for a black hole?

[Never mind. There's no time for that...even if the prospect is making Warren incredibly nervous.]

I'm Warren. I'm a civilian. Seventeen.

But I can make fire with nothing but my hands and my body's pretty much on auto-heal 24/7.

So, uh...got an opening for the defensive front?

Because I kind of don't want to die.

[dontknowgray]

From the looks of it, yes we are. We'll have to repair several ships system to confirm, but it semes like that's our course at this time.

[He listens, and then nods; he's not sure about drafting a teenager, but desperate times, desperate measures.]

So you're a biotic? You make fire.... instead of Mass Effect fields?

[dadwasavillain]

I'm sorry. I really don't know what a biotic or a Mass Effect field is.

[dontknowgray]

Someone who can manipulate space and time in ways other people can't, via the mentioned 'Mass Effect' field.

Guessing you're not local to my end of the universe, though.

[Sigh. Need more folks from home, feeling outnumbers by humans from all over the galaxy. Do they just breed like rabbits and get lost in strange places and forget stuff?]

[video]

[bluetarded]

You're the alien from yesterday! Hello! [Caboose is in his armour now, but yeah, same idiot from earlier underneath it.] I'm part of blue team and I am really good at making cereal.

[dontknowgray]

I'm sure that'll be a valuable skill.

[He is so glad that humans find Turian facial expressions hard to read... let alone humans who have never laid eyes on a Turian before now, because those mandibles twitching? They're somewhere between wanting to laugh and just facepalm.]

[bluetarded]

Yeeeah, I thought so too.