Voice Test: OTA 🗣️

[onebullet]

1. Rough Ride

[ Trying to outrun pursuers, or in the middle of a gun fight and need an evac STAT? Never fear, Shepard is here!

The ramshackle car barrelling towards you screeches into a 180 turn at the last second, almost rolling from the force of the manoeuvre as too-thin tyres lose a little more of themselves to the concrete.

With two loud BANGs, the passenger-side door yields to the kicks of the driver, crashing against the front fender in a shower of glass. ]

Get in!

[ Shepard swivels back into position with a bounce, one hand gripping the wheel and the other on the stick-shift of the ancient car. Her focus snaps back to movement in the wing mirror, body tensed like a coiled spring that's itching to hit the gas. Maybe you know her, maybe you don't, but one thing is very clear: she's trying to save your ass from whatever mess you're in. ]

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2. Is This Loss?

[ Index finger thumps against pursed lips as she studies the display, brow furrowed in thought. Maybe it's something you yourself made, put a lot (or very little) effort into. Perhaps you're a fan of the arts, or maybe you're not but know this piece is valuable and are scoping the joint. Whatever your reasons, Shepard turns to look at you with her arms crossed, finger curled back into the fist resting against her chin.

Her bright eyes are piercing, her gaze unnervingly intense. ]

... I don't get it.

[ A small, self-deprecating smile and an unapologetic shrug. She's a soldier, not a critic. ]

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3. Choose Your Own Adventure

[Bring it on. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞]

Comments

[thearchangel]

[He actually laughs, too, that sort of wheezy laugh of his. Shaking his head.]

Only place that wanted to hire me was krogan Fornax. You know - the scars and all.

[Dinguses, the pair of them.]

[onebullet]

Oh yeah? And when was this? Tell me about it.

[ She's calling his bluff, ready for the yarn he's about to spin or the confession he was making it up.

Having a grand old time, considering the circumstances. ]

[thearchangel]

About the same time you got a breeding request on Tuchanka.

[Yeah, he went there. He's hilarious. The comedian of the crew, clearly.]

[It's the best retreat from a pack of husks ever.]

[onebullet]

[ She snorts and gives him a mock scowl. Point one to Garrus? ]

Come on, Garrus. Green isn't your colour.

[ OH IT CAN MEAN A SECRET, THIRD THING? ]

[thearchangel]

... Green?

Where-?

[That went right over his head. Like, you can hear the whistling.]

[onebullet]

[ She laughs at him, putting her pistol back in its holster. ]

Hold still.

[ Walking up to Garrus, she takes the gauntlet off one of her hands and puts it under one arm. With the pad of her thumb, she gently rubs over one of his eyelids, but from her shit-eating grin he can probably tell she's messing him around. ]

[thearchangel]

[Automatically, he inclines his head for her. Just enough to where she won't have to reach up very far.]

[And ends up confused.]

... I'm missing a joke here, aren't I?

[onebullet]

So you remember how I said green could mean a second thing? I forgot the third.

Green with envy. Green-eyed monster is the same thing.

[thearchangel]

And... you're making sure I didn't suddenly change my eye color?

[He's trying so hard to sound serious, but there's too much amusement vibrating around under the words.]

[onebullet]

I'm saying you're a salty sailor, Vakarian.

[ Her hand drifts over the side of his face before she drops it to put her gauntlet back on, chuckling to herself. ]

[thearchangel]

Ah. Yeah, that's me. Jealous over krogan breeding requests.

[It's not the time or the place for it, but he feels himself tilt his head into the contact, even so. An unconscious response.]

[onebullet]

That's not the part I was... you know what, nevermind.

[ She chuckles to herself and pulls out the pistol again. It's funnier to let him wonder on that, see if he clicks. ]

[thearchangel]

[Dial up modem noises.]

I'm missing something here. I know I am.

[But still pressing forward at her side as usual.]

[onebullet]

[ There's a small noise from somewhere to their left and Shepard freezes, looking over to Garrus. She signs with a finger to her lips out of habit, but knows Garrus will have heard it and be ready to check it out.

Out here it could be something as mundane as a rabbit, or a fox, but after what Garrus escaped back towards civilisation, why risk it? ]

[thearchangel]

[He's gone still, too. His assault rifle snapped up in the direction of the sound. Not the sniper. Not yet - that sound was too close by for it to be effective for more than a big bludgeon. A waste of the weapon.]

[This will do fine. But he still moves slowly, gingerly. Ready for a horror show to leap out of the underbrush. Some new terror they haven't run into yet.]

your call, is it a bunny or a mini-reaper

[onebullet]

[ Shepard moves parallel to him, a little ways away. She holds up a hand, signs to Garrus to hold fire, her pistol is a silenced model that will reduce the possibility of alerting reinforcements if they get the jump on whatever it is.

It's nearly dark now, so visibility is compromised. She creeps slowly forwards, until they're a few steps from where the sound seems to have originated. ]

[thearchangel]

[He nods, keeping silent. His steps as quiet as he can make them. Neither of his guns are anything but stupidly loud, so he holds.]

[With the visor, he can make out a heat signature, but it's too odd to readily identify it, and braces for the worst.]

[The sound comes again.]

[It's not a rabbit that comes out of the brush.]

[It's not a Reaper.]

[It's something much worse.]

[onebullet]

The hell--

[ It's just a cow...

BUT WAIT. Those beady little eyes, those grabby little hands.

This cow looks awfully familiar. And shifty. ]

I think this guy owes me credits.

[thearchangel]

... I'm seeing things.

I hit my head while we were driving. And now I'm seeing things.

[That seems as logical an explanation as any.]

[The cow reaches over to the bushes with one of those... hands... and casually starts chewing on a branch.]

[It's watching you.]

[onebullet]

Yeah, that's right. Keep the hands where I can see them.

[ She quickly glances to Garrus and then back, reluctant to take her eyes off the cow she's sure is looking to pickpocket her any second now. ]

You were belted in so hard you took forever to get out again, what did you hit your head on?

[ A beat. ]

And my driving was fine.

[thearchangel]

[Did it move when she glanced away? Did it...? No. Garrus has eyes on it instead.]

My helmet. [That he isn't currently wearing.] How did one of these things get here?

[The silence is extremely skeptical.]

No comment.

[onebullet]

Hitched a ride on a geth ship, maybe?

[ She steps back away from the foul beast, then scans the horizon for signs of dragons teeth. Nothing obvious, but it is dark now... ]

I'm pretty damn certain they're not native. Someone's pet? Though who the hell would want one of these.

[thearchangel]

The geth keep pets now?

[He's kidding. And keeping his gun trained on it while she steps away. No credit stealing tonight, cow.]

Somebody broke? Nothing for these things to steal. [A step back of his own.] Unless you think they're trying to Reaper-ify these.

[onebullet]

[ She's about to scoff at that idea, but she's seen what husking different species can do. Human husks are tame compared to the transformations turian, krogan and asari go through... Perhaps a shifty-looking cow would be the most horrific and deadly husk of all. ]

I don't think they're advanced enough to be the target of Reapers. Yet.

[ Her glare at the creature will probably go unnoticed in the dark, but it's a threat - if we fail, you're next. ]

[thearchangel]

Oh... Good. Small miracles.

[It probably wouldn't be very effective. Unless they slapped its legs on something else. Make a quadrupedal horror.]

I guess we're leaving it?