Stranger in a strange land
Who: Tali'Zorah and Commander Shepard
What: Tali's first impression of the Keep
When: Today!
Where: Room 2093 and the halls
Tali woke up on the floor. This wasn't by itself a novel experience, but what she saw through a dust-pattered visor was. Stone, held together with ancient and blackened mortar, not even covered with patina, not even smoothed by anything more than the original masons. It was...unprecedented. It took her a moment to clamber to her feet, shake out the lingering nausea, and take a more thorough stock of her surroundings.
It was very quiet, and when Tali touched the comm at her earpiece she found only static; The Normandy was out of range, or blocked somehow.
No Quarian likes a quiet ship, and nobody likes being cut off from their home. A silent craft is a dead one, or worse the silence might mean a broken filter or air pump, signalling that one's life-span had been reduced to minutes. Death by asphyxiation might not have been the worst way to die, but it was far from pleasant, and Tali had no intention of dying here. Not now, not when there was still so much left to do. She drew her shotgun from it's magnetic clamp and in the quiet the sound of the weapon unfolding was ominously loud. The door was wood (real wood!) and it opened to her touch. Tali pressed her shoulder to the doorjamb and swept the hallway in a glance, then stepped out and made sure all was clear.
Nobody- wait! A shadow moved at the end of the hall, someone disappearing around a corner.
"Dammit," she muttered, and hesitated. This was unknown territory, in a strange place- She didn't even know what planet she was on. What would Shepard do?
Well, that much was obvious. Shepard would march up to whoever was in charge and demand to know what the hell was going on, of course. Tali set off at a jog, weapon at the ready. It wasn't much of a strategy, but it'd have to do.
What: Tali's first impression of the Keep
When: Today!
Where: Room 2093 and the halls
Tali woke up on the floor. This wasn't by itself a novel experience, but what she saw through a dust-pattered visor was. Stone, held together with ancient and blackened mortar, not even covered with patina, not even smoothed by anything more than the original masons. It was...unprecedented. It took her a moment to clamber to her feet, shake out the lingering nausea, and take a more thorough stock of her surroundings.
It was very quiet, and when Tali touched the comm at her earpiece she found only static; The Normandy was out of range, or blocked somehow.
No Quarian likes a quiet ship, and nobody likes being cut off from their home. A silent craft is a dead one, or worse the silence might mean a broken filter or air pump, signalling that one's life-span had been reduced to minutes. Death by asphyxiation might not have been the worst way to die, but it was far from pleasant, and Tali had no intention of dying here. Not now, not when there was still so much left to do. She drew her shotgun from it's magnetic clamp and in the quiet the sound of the weapon unfolding was ominously loud. The door was wood (real wood!) and it opened to her touch. Tali pressed her shoulder to the doorjamb and swept the hallway in a glance, then stepped out and made sure all was clear.
Nobody- wait! A shadow moved at the end of the hall, someone disappearing around a corner.
"Dammit," she muttered, and hesitated. This was unknown territory, in a strange place- She didn't even know what planet she was on. What would Shepard do?
Well, that much was obvious. Shepard would march up to whoever was in charge and demand to know what the hell was going on, of course. Tali set off at a jog, weapon at the ready. It wasn't much of a strategy, but it'd have to do.