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[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.

There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?

[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...

But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?

[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]

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Its hardly crazy. Faster than Light travel was discovered in the Galaxy nearly 9,000 years ago.

Huh. You must be further along than I am, in that case.

[Now this is making her curious. Where does that leave him? AD 11,187?] Wait, how does it work in your world, anyway? [An equally perturbed tone. Nice one, Luke, you've got her thinking. :|b]

Well, I'm not from the same galaxy for starters. But how does hyperspace work? The ship accelerates to a faster than light speed and travels through a warp corridor known as Hyperspace. Hyperspace itself is a layer of reality just slightly underneath our own.

Huh. That kind of travel needs two Mass Relays where I'm from.

[If he needs an example, she's willing to give it out. Right now, she's just watching his reaction.]

Ahh. That used to be the case in my galaxy, though hyperspace gates are no longer necessary. Our hyperdrives are only about a meter wide and half meter thick.

[Nope. Nothing special]

[Well, that's got her raising a brow.] Now I'm really envious.

[Not that she really means it... again. XD She actually wants to see what makes it tick, but. Luceti. :|]

[Oh, I bet you say that to everyone with all the fun toys, Shep]

Well, sadly I don't have one here, or we'd be long gone.

[She probably does. :|b But then, she's never actually serious about it, lol.]

A shame. Would be just the one way ticket out of this joint we needed. [But anyway--surely they've talked long enough; the village is likely in sight. She stares at it from where they stand.] ...This the place?

Yes, this is the village. The shop in the center, come on and I'll show you.

[And off they go to the central plaza]

Whats missing?

[And she'll trail him promptly, still sticking close.]

We're looking at a bit of a list here. Assault rifle, shotgun, heavy pistol, sniper rifle, a suit of armor...last one's the first thing I really need at the moment. There's one more thing I could probably use--something the techs back home called a 'nuke launcher'.

[...Worrying thought, that. :|' She has something that launches miniature nuke bombs.]

Only weapons? I...somehow doubt they will all be there, but follow me.

[Off to the weapon shop...]

[Think your hearing's failing you, Luke. :P She'll tag along, just grinning a little.] I mentioned some armor, didn't I? I didn't find that with my things when they dumped me here.

That'll also be at the smithy. If you need clothes, the shop is over there, for later.

[He points it out as they pass]

How did they even snatch our things from us, anyway?

[Because no one can be so ninja-like they could swipe every important belonging people had... :|a]

Something called Shifting technology is our nearest guess. Not sure on the specifics though.

Then it probably doesn't take a genius to figure out why they're keeping that to themselves.

Yep. They're not the most talkative bunch either.

[Here they are at the smithy]

I'll give you a moment to look for your weapons and armor. I wouldn't know what they look like.

Grand. [More of the same old deadpan. :P And when they stop, she turns to him for a moment.] Shouldn't be long before I come across them. I'll be back soon.

[In she goes! ...And it does take a while before she comes back, mainly because she needs to fit the armor to be sure it's as she remembers it. She comes out some time later in a bulky-looking, red suit that, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't be able to move in, and yet, she looks just fine in it. There's a visor over her right eye -- a see-through one; it looks like a HUD of some sort is installed onto it, a scaled down targeting system. As for the rest of her arsenal...all she really has at the moment is a sidearm and a pod for what looks like an LMG. No luck with the rest of her arsenal...damn.] ...S' the most I was able to pick up. Should do me some good, though.

Interesting [Reminds him of Dark Trooper armor really]

I doubt you'll need the guns, honestly. And I'd be careful about shooting, ammunition here is actually rather rare.

Wouldn't hurt to have a failsafe, right?

As for the ammo concern...hmm. [Now that she looks at it, the weapons she has were altered to use a thermal clip -- of which this whole damn village has, most likely, none. Thaaaaaaaat might be trouble, unless she can figure out how to reverse engineer this crap, and most likely won't until Mordin arrives. -_-; Great, maybe Lupin does have a point after all...] ...Someone called Lupin raised concerns over this earlier before you got to me. I guess he had good reasons to, looking back on it. [She ejects the little heatsink from the Phalanx-model pistol, making sure it's ready to go before putting it back inside. It's her only clip, and every shot counts more than ever under these circumstances.

Why did I not protest against this stupid thermal clip thing? Oh, right, I was dead. Woohoo.]

Edited (HTML FAIL) 2012-07-23 17:05 (UTC)

Lupin's a housemate, and yes, he's had similar problems.

Why don't we get you to the house so you can get some rest? It'll be good for you.

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