Second Human Spectre

“That– That was not my fault…”

“You sure about that, ma’am?”

“Really? Could’ve sworn ya looked like this last time I saw ya.”

“Look, unless you’ve got something important to say, how about you go start your little pissing contest somewhere else?”

“Y’think yer so clever,” she said. She ran a hand through her hair before tapping at one of the larger glowing scars. “I’d almost say I’m a natural cheater.”

“Hey, you said it, not me.” Up goes her hands, palms out and placating until a sly grin forms. “That’s too bad, huh? All that fancy tech and you’re still going to get your ass handed to you. Commander.”

She runs up into acceptable cover, rolling into a spot before quickly rising. A spray of cover fire sounds, taking aim with intent to empty the heat sink to give Ashley enough time.

                                 “Skipper, now, while its barriers are down!”

    MY HEAD IS B L O O D Y,                                                               BUT U N B O W E D. 

               “You scared the Hell out of me.”

              “If I didn’t know any better, sir, I’d say you were slipping.”

can’t hear u over all the nerd sounds ur making.

shut up.

“Well don’t you look like shit.”

“That’s cute. Least I got an excuse for how I look, buddy.”

I’ve been here all shift so whatever happened, I didn’t do it.

That so? Guess that makes us two, honest-to-God soldiers doing their jobs to the letter. 

I guess that means Tuchanka is out of the question. New Mandalore might be a safer bet. If you were ever interested. Y’know I’m always itching for an excuse to lose the suit and head off into the wild.

Pfft. Don’t tell me you’re getting fed up rubbing shoulders with the other bigwigs on the Citadel, now. 

“Excuse you, they’re very good schnapps thank you very much!” she said, sniffing indignantly. Her face softened and she could’t help but laugh, shoulders shaking. “Heh, relax LC. I was playing. Hmmm… Settle a score huh? Sure. Though I don’t think it’s all that fair, we know who is gonna win.”

“Aww, Skipper. Have a little self-confidence--I’m sure you’ll make an admirable effort.”

Ma’am.

Sir.