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entranceway2018-03-01 02:36 pm
normandysbest) wrote in entranceway2018-03-01 02:36 pm
eleventh galaxy [video]
[She arrives back to Wonderland with a sharp, broken inhale of breath.
It's not unlike the one she took at home, waking up in the rubble of the Crucible, all of her in pain but alive, somehow alive. She doesn't know where she crashed- doesn't know how long it's been. All she knows is she closed her eyes again, maybe to rest, maybe to finally die, and another sharp breath brought her here.
Fittingly, she's on the beach, as if she's washed up on the shore. The pistol she had taken to make it through the Conduit was missing, her armor still melted and twisted onto her, most of her energy gone. For the next moment, she thinks maybe she made it to heaven-- that the ocean delivered her somewhere, back to reconcile a promise with the man she loved. Another moment and she's remembering it all- no afterlife here, no peace, no rest. She's back.
Shepard's still delirious, doesn't think to use her communicator, but her omni-tool interface to her suit is badly damaged. Still, it's just a moment's thought to switch it on, broadcasting out to anyone with her signal.
Of course, there's only one of those people in Wonderland at all.
She doesn't speak- doesn't have the energy- but Legion will receive a ping from one Commander Shepard, containing the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Hopefully, that's enough.]
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[When Shepard makes her debut back on the network, it's a few hours later, but she still looks like absolute hell. There are a few pieces of her armor that seem to have melted into her clothes, burns, bruises and cuts up both arms and over her face. Her lip is still split in two places and her eyebrow still bleeds down the left of her eye, plus that she sounds perpetually out of breath. But that's why it's important she make this address now, because otherwise she'll be out of Wonderland another day. She's laid back on her bed, propped up against the wall, the communicator sitting in her lap and broadcasting directly upward so it catches the top of her chest and her face. She's not looking directly into the camera, just off some other direction, but it's close enough.]
Hey, uh... provided people are still here. I need a healer. Or a doctor. Or like twenty doctors. Normally I would... say either or. But anythin' right now... would not suck.
Floor 5. Room 107. Door's open.
[And the feed ends.]
It's not unlike the one she took at home, waking up in the rubble of the Crucible, all of her in pain but alive, somehow alive. She doesn't know where she crashed- doesn't know how long it's been. All she knows is she closed her eyes again, maybe to rest, maybe to finally die, and another sharp breath brought her here.
Fittingly, she's on the beach, as if she's washed up on the shore. The pistol she had taken to make it through the Conduit was missing, her armor still melted and twisted onto her, most of her energy gone. For the next moment, she thinks maybe she made it to heaven-- that the ocean delivered her somewhere, back to reconcile a promise with the man she loved. Another moment and she's remembering it all- no afterlife here, no peace, no rest. She's back.
Shepard's still delirious, doesn't think to use her communicator, but her omni-tool interface to her suit is badly damaged. Still, it's just a moment's thought to switch it on, broadcasting out to anyone with her signal.
Of course, there's only one of those people in Wonderland at all.
She doesn't speak- doesn't have the energy- but Legion will receive a ping from one Commander Shepard, containing the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Hopefully, that's enough.]
----
[When Shepard makes her debut back on the network, it's a few hours later, but she still looks like absolute hell. There are a few pieces of her armor that seem to have melted into her clothes, burns, bruises and cuts up both arms and over her face. Her lip is still split in two places and her eyebrow still bleeds down the left of her eye, plus that she sounds perpetually out of breath. But that's why it's important she make this address now, because otherwise she'll be out of Wonderland another day. She's laid back on her bed, propped up against the wall, the communicator sitting in her lap and broadcasting directly upward so it catches the top of her chest and her face. She's not looking directly into the camera, just off some other direction, but it's close enough.]
Hey, uh... provided people are still here. I need a healer. Or a doctor. Or like twenty doctors. Normally I would... say either or. But anythin' right now... would not suck.
Floor 5. Room 107. Door's open.
[And the feed ends.]