(I'll print you up a pamphlet on it next time, promise.) [ there's a mental snort of amusement that probably shouldn't be there, but sam's always had that issue with finding something funny in those 'we're all going to die' situations. there's a good chance it will be same that catches the punch in the mouth for this. anyway, now that we're all caught up, down to business. ]
(Calling time. Seal up, see you in 30 seconds.)
[ as sam jumps down from the vent, shepard has a couple seconds to drop the mental link to him before it gets flooded with the cacophony of all chaotic and ordered pieces of the universe, the stretch of time from the big bang to the frozen out death of all things. crushed down like being sucked and warped through a black hole, into the space between sam's skull, screeching through like an unholy, alien roar. shepard likely can't hear it unless she has some other device monitoring sound in the room, but once sam's fingertips touch the wiring and circuit boards inside the server panel, he starts to mutter, low and constant, monotone and utterly not there. ]
The makers of the makers fall before the child. Accessing defense system. Handshake, handshake. Second level clear. Accepting scan. Love outlasts death. Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning. Devices on alert. Find the hand that lies in the shadow of the light. Progress reports arriving. Data-font synchronization complete. End of line. The reborn Commander starves for patience.
[ zonk, and out he goes, crumbling to the floor of the server room like a boneless, lifeless body, eyes not even shutting entirely, no light behind them. ten seconds stretch on, mental timer running somewhere in the fractured ruins of his mind as it rebuilds. 4, 3, 2, 1... Sam snaps back to life, jumping up to reach for the vent he dropped down from. ] (Got it, chief. Let's boogie.)
hybrid tags are always huge fff sry
( Calling time. Seal up, see you in 30 seconds. )
[ as sam jumps down from the vent, shepard has a couple seconds to drop the mental link to him before it gets flooded with the cacophony of all chaotic and ordered pieces of the universe, the stretch of time from the big bang to the frozen out death of all things. crushed down like being sucked and warped through a black hole, into the space between sam's skull, screeching through like an unholy, alien roar. shepard likely can't hear it unless she has some other device monitoring sound in the room, but once sam's fingertips touch the wiring and circuit boards inside the server panel, he starts to mutter, low and constant, monotone and utterly not there. ]
The makers of the makers fall before the child. Accessing defense system. Handshake, handshake. Second level clear. Accepting scan. Love outlasts death. Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning. Devices on alert. Find the hand that lies in the shadow of the light. Progress reports arriving. Data-font synchronization complete. End of line. The reborn Commander starves for patience.
[ zonk, and out he goes, crumbling to the floor of the server room like a boneless, lifeless body, eyes not even shutting entirely, no light behind them. ten seconds stretch on, mental timer running somewhere in the fractured ruins of his mind as it rebuilds. 4, 3, 2, 1... Sam snaps back to life, jumping up to reach for the vent he dropped down from. ] ( Got it, chief. Let's boogie. )