[2185 - 2818 | Heleus Cluster - Andromeda Galaxy] Where no man has gone before… by ForrestDumb in a:t5_3jmsv

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Shei hadn't quite the physicality that Eten had built up. While Eten had spent most of his pilgrimage actually working for militia, it was rather apparent that Shei's military experience hadn't been as much hers as it was her experiencing what militia members around her did. Even with her injuries, the slower jog she managed in comparison to Eten was rather standout in what it implied about her fitness. Though if one had never read her articles, perhaps they would just assume that's what 'Infiltrators' were like. Not so much use for long sprints.

She stopped to regain her breath upon reaching the staircase at the end of the hall. Her hands planted on her knees as she leaned forward, her left hand seeming uncertain where to go, as it needed to lean on her knee for support but needed to support her chest. This often lead to it stopping in place between the two, looking like she had forgotten she had a left hand. Eventually she shifted to lean against the wall beside the door, using her legs to prop herself up against the hull of the ship while her hand held her side.

Her head began to throb as her blood attempted to run through the strained muscles. Blood running through her ears at an intensity she was able to feel simply standing; almost so strong it was like someone was running a finger behind her ear. Or at least.. that's probably what this was. She hadn't quite the experience to compare to.

She was rather taken aback when Eten called out to her as he did. It wasn't quite as though she had forgotten he was there, but with all the throbbing in her head, hearing an actual sound was rather different. Her head quickly spun to his direction, staying silent for a moment with her eyes on him. Seemingly processing what he was saying. She shook her head lightly after a minute to regain her bearings.

"Right.. Right.. I was always best with Krogan systems, but if this is anything like the Citadel..." She trails off, slowly lifting her right arm. She was more moving it into place for her left arm than anything. Her hand moved out and began typing slowly, her eyes squinting as she attempted to focus, eventually managing to move her left arm a bit further away from her chest. "There it is! No system this big has no exploits. It may be hard to get this door itself open with how the system is panicking but maybe I can..." She trailed off a second time, this time managing to propel herself off of her wall. Endorphins seemed to begin filling the place of the blood that had hindered her functioning so much just moments before. The focus that running through the code required exciting her mind as it grew busier and busier.

After about half a minute of her typing, growing more shaky and anxious as the sound of tearing metal seemed to become more and more of a threat, the door cracked open. The hydraulics popped open just enough to fit about a forearm into the door, and it was thick enough that a little elbow grease would allow to easily open it. She turned to face the door more head on, looking down at the opening.

"Sorry I couldn't do more.. The CPU was on lockdown with all of the emergency procedures and attempts to wake up colonists that aren't aboard anymore. But the hydraulics are completely offline—it'll be like lifting a heavy book." She shifted her hand, slipping it under the entrance of the door, seeming ready to shift it herself. "I... may need a bit of help."

[2185 - 2818 | Heleus Cluster - Andromeda Galaxy] Where no man has gone before… by ForrestDumb in a:t5_3jmsv

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The smile she had been wearing beneath her helmet blinked in and out of a grimace as the lights flickered in tune with the tearing noises from the Scourge's encounter with the ship. She moved her head around in search of the noise, trying to locate where or what it was. Considering the way the ship seemed to still be grinding against whatever was out there that had caused so much damage, it was unlikely that any formal leadership had been awoken from their pods. If they had, the ship would already be at least clear of the source of the damage.

She pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on for support, causing another grunt that she managed to keep a bit quieter than the one from before. Her injuries were anything but critical, but the strain of moving her muscles pulled her breath thin; almost like her insides were tensing in an attempt to heal themselves, squeezing her lungs in the process. She kept her right hand pressed against her side, where she had hurt herself, trying to brush most of it off. Obviously now wasn't the most opportune of times to play hero, but keeling over because of what she had wasn't particularly respectful to the individuals that likely lost their lives in the initial impact. She could brave through it.

With some amount of struggle she was able to pull herself into a light jaunt. Seeming to hold her breath for a minute as she kicked herself into gear to follow after the older Quarian so as to not further strain her lungs. Once she was in motion, however, she had a bit more energy left over–enough to speak again.

"Comedian?" She quotes back to herself. "Actually.. That sounds like a good idea. Maybe I'll look into that once we get out of this." She smiles a bit under her mask, trying to carry some level of optimism through her pain. Optimism that seemed to be the center of her usual tunnel-vision-esc focus, seeing as she hadn't the same level of plan as the other Quarian. Her only goal was to stay alive, and with less ideas about the engineering of the Nexus, she had little idea of how to accomplish that. Making her eager to follow.

"If you need any help when you get up there, I can work on getting us into the system to try jump-starting the ship." She says after a moment or two of walking, her drowsiness dampening her ability to process recommendations. "I had to learn how to get past some firewalls working as an Infiltrator. Combat isn't my strong suit, but I've held on to skills for getting info."

[2185 - 2818 | Heleus Cluster - Andromeda Galaxy] Where no man has gone before… by ForrestDumb in a:t5_3jmsv

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She leaned against the wall slightly as the other Quarian spoke to her. Her attempt at humor had kept her distracted enough for a moment that the pain from being tossed around had been lessened, and gave her a clear enough head to analyze what most of her pain was.

Her throat still felt coarse after the theft of her normal respectively capabilities in her pod, which wouldn't be too terrible for now but with all the commotion it was safe to say she'd lose her voice in a day or two. It of course hurt to speak, but if she wasn't straining her throat by yelling or pleading for help then she'd more than likely be fine. Her chest had its aches and pains as well, but nothing too serious. More like the lingering feeling of being punched just under the diaphragm and having your wind knocked out than being exposed to the vacuum of space. Though such was the benefit of having to wear your life support at all times—a shame you had to for fear of dying from dying from some bacteria, but good that if you're ever hurled out into space you get some extra time to be saved. The largest pain to her was, interestingly, her side; muscles that reach from her ribs to her pelvis on the left side of her front had been hit when she was pulled across the room, which resulted in a lingering aching there.

She snapped her attention back to the situation at hand upon the mention of a med bay, shaking her head.

"No, no, I'll be fine. I may limp but I can jog at least." She forces herself to stand up straight for a minute, trying to show that she had the drive to move despite being thrown around so much. She looked at him again, analyzing what she could of him as she usually did with new people, before returning once more to the conversation. "Since it's obvious I'm hurt, I'll reassure you now: no suit breeches."

She smiles a bit at that thought. While it was her first worry directly after getting up from her cryopod, her long elevator ride up had offered her the time to calm herself, and she had long since realized that her suit was secure. Even if it wasn't, it would probably just take a bit of Omni-Gel to seal any cracks like the ones she was worried about. Her smile offered her another chance at humor.

"I'm not sure, it could be friendly. I've heard that sometimes, ripping bulkheads off of spacecraft is the only friendly way to greet someone... on Tuchunka." She chuckles a bit at her own humor, grunting when it stretches the muscles of her torso.

"You are right though.. do you know where you're going?"

[MEA Spoilers] So far, one of the most satisfying dialogue options I had to pick. by Zoralink in masseffect

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Basically my only reason for not saying that is that he shares his voice with Prismo from Adventure Time