Abandoned cities are nothing new for Ryder. Even in the Milky Way, she had worked on recovering Protean artifacts, and spent plenty of time digging into ancient, old ruins. But this was different. These weren't old, crumbling ruins that she was poking around, untouched for hundreds of years. This city was still alive--gardens flourishing, fruit heavy on branches. And yet, not a single person to be seen.
It was unnerving, to say the least.
Cautiously, half-expecting some kind of...something to jump out at her, Ryder takes slow steps across the garden, armored boot sinking into the soft grass. If Liam were here, he'd be telling me about a horror movie similar to this, she muses, picking a strange fruit off of a branch. And if Cora were here, she continues in thought, as she scans the fruit with her omnitool, she'd finally have her rose garden. And if any of her crew were here, they would probably be giving her shit for dissecting their potential reactions to this place. They'd tease her for missing them.
They'd be right.
"This just in, famous pathfinders saves the Nexus, defeats the Kett, hailed hero of the Andromeda galaxy, dies from single piece of fruit." And despite her pessimistic mutterings, she holds the strange fruit up to take a bite.
2. Chorus: Get up
When Ryder had been at the summit of the pit, she had thought to herself, That's a long way down. Having promptly thereafter plunged to what she had been sure would be an incredibly ironic death, she had assumed that her last thought would be confirmation that it was, indeed, a long way down.
But she didn't die. In fact, sprawled at the bottom of the pit in an inelegant heap as she was, she felt more alive than she had any right to feel. She didn't feel great, but she was definitely at least one step up from 'horrible, painful death'. Maybe two. Slowly, with low grunts of pain, she experimentally moved her limbs. They all hurt, but that was a good sign. And they all moved, which was even better. An attempt at standing, however, was quickly put down--that is, it was Ryder that was downed, but the idea was, too. Metaphorically.
Hopefully, no scavengers were desperate enough to try poking around and see an easy target. Knowing her luck, she decided against taking the chance. A quick and elegant scoot across the bottom of the pit put her back against a bolder, and her pistol was pulled out. If a group happened across her, she'd be screwed, but at least it'd put off any lone idiots.
Time to try out that weird...symbiote...telepathy thing. She was generally disinclined to trying it out, but. Well. It beat nothing. Closing her eyes, she took a breath, and tried to reach out. Hello...? Checking, checking, one two three. This...is probably wrong. At least no one else can witness me being embarrassing. Unless this is working, in which case. Hi. I'm Sara Ryder and I'm embarrassing.
Sara Ryder | Mass Effect: Andromeda
Abandoned cities are nothing new for Ryder. Even in the Milky Way, she had worked on recovering Protean artifacts, and spent plenty of time digging into ancient, old ruins. But this was different. These weren't old, crumbling ruins that she was poking around, untouched for hundreds of years. This city was still alive--gardens flourishing, fruit heavy on branches. And yet, not a single person to be seen.
It was unnerving, to say the least.
Cautiously, half-expecting some kind of...something to jump out at her, Ryder takes slow steps across the garden, armored boot sinking into the soft grass. If Liam were here, he'd be telling me about a horror movie similar to this, she muses, picking a strange fruit off of a branch. And if Cora were here, she continues in thought, as she scans the fruit with her omnitool, she'd finally have her rose garden. And if any of her crew were here, they would probably be giving her shit for dissecting their potential reactions to this place. They'd tease her for missing them.
They'd be right.
"This just in, famous pathfinders saves the Nexus, defeats the Kett, hailed hero of the Andromeda galaxy, dies from single piece of fruit." And despite her pessimistic mutterings, she holds the strange fruit up to take a bite.
2. Chorus: Get up
When Ryder had been at the summit of the pit, she had thought to herself, That's a long way down. Having promptly thereafter plunged to what she had been sure would be an incredibly ironic death, she had assumed that her last thought would be confirmation that it was, indeed, a long way down.
But she didn't die. In fact, sprawled at the bottom of the pit in an inelegant heap as she was, she felt more alive than she had any right to feel. She didn't feel great, but she was definitely at least one step up from 'horrible, painful death'. Maybe two. Slowly, with low grunts of pain, she experimentally moved her limbs. They all hurt, but that was a good sign. And they all moved, which was even better. An attempt at standing, however, was quickly put down--that is, it was Ryder that was downed, but the idea was, too. Metaphorically.
Hopefully, no scavengers were desperate enough to try poking around and see an easy target. Knowing her luck, she decided against taking the chance. A quick and elegant scoot across the bottom of the pit put her back against a bolder, and her pistol was pulled out. If a group happened across her, she'd be screwed, but at least it'd put off any lone idiots.
Time to try out that weird...symbiote...telepathy thing. She was generally disinclined to trying it out, but. Well. It beat nothing. Closing her eyes, she took a breath, and tried to reach out. Hello...? Checking, checking, one two three. This...is probably wrong. At least no one else can witness me being embarrassing. Unless this is working, in which case. Hi. I'm Sara Ryder and I'm embarrassing.