"Stolen Life" : 20-21th century cryogenized OC and Javik friendship
anonymous
June 12 2012, 16:27:08 UTC
Had this idea while thinking about Javik and his great losses (his people, their hope). I thought about what he and a human cryogenized in the 20-21th century only to be woke up 1-2 centuries later could say to each other, for if humanity hasn't been wiped out, the world is nothing like it was when the human was put to sleep (aliens, spaceflight, etc.). His family and friends are long dead, Earth is united behind the Alliance, no one knows the things he loved (movies, music, etc.) and, all in all, there is nothing for him in the world (or that's what he thinks). It gives him a sort of edge when dealing with Javik, and vice versa. Maybe they talk sometimes, when no one is looking, and list all the things they liked "in their time" or remember "the good ones" (memories). When they're at the end of their list, they find silence and comfort and no pity whatsoever, because the other understands(more !) cookies and cream for
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Stolen Life 1/?
anonymous
June 13 2012, 20:41:06 UTC
A/N: Oops, I fail at anon! I’d actually been rolling a similar idea around in my head for a couple of weeks before this posted. I just had to tweak my thoughts a little to get it to fit your prompt OP. This is my first fill, and while it starts slow we should be picking up speed soon. Hope you’re okay with a female OC though, I suck at writing dudes.
Stolen Life
The first thing Jade noticed as she began her return to awareness was how cold she was.
Like laying on a fucking block of ice, she thought groggily as she struggled through the cobwebbed tunnels of her mind to force her eyes open. Distantly she noticed an intermittent buzzing backed by a rapidly increasing, high-pitched beeping. Eventually the buzzing resolved itself into an understandable conversation, or at least half of one.
“She’s regaining consciousness, How is that possible?” Jade thought the speaker might be a woman. What the fuck is an Aussie doing in Arkansas? The answer rumbled back in some European language Jade had never bothered to learn
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Stolen Life 1.5/?
anonymous
June 13 2012, 20:46:41 UTC
“Fuck,” she said as she stumbled over something that had been piled against the base of the unit. Her voice sounded rusty from disuse. She looked down.
“Oh, I guess that explains where all the doctors went.”
The something she’d stumbled over turned out to be a prone body, old, dried blood soaked the front of the odd uniform it’d been wearing. There were more bodies sprawled around the room. Suddenly a whirring sound came from one corner, near what appeared to be a door, though it was like no door she’d ever seen before.
What she’d took to be some sort of equipment stand suddenly unfolded itself into a bipedal robot.
“Target acquired.” Intoned an emotionless and highly filtered female voice as the robot raised what was unmistakably a gun.
“Shit!”
Jade stumbled backward and took cover on the opposite side of the pod, looking frantically about for a weapon of some sort.
There!Near the back wall it looked like someone had been performing maintenance because under a loose and dented vent cover was the familiar shape of a cast
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Stolen Life 2/?
anonymous
June 13 2012, 22:04:47 UTC
It had taken her nearly two days to figure out where the rations for the station’s crew of corpses had been kept. But with judicious use of the crowbar she’d found that first day she managed to pry the front of the dispenser open and access what apparently passed for food these days.
It had taken her two weeks to find and decipher a manual on the strange weapon she’d taken from the robot she’d beheaded. If nothing else told her she’d been under far longer than the three years she’d agreed to, besides the fact she was on a fucking space station, it was the design of that weapon. So advanced she couldn’t even begin to understand the progression from the gunpowder propelled weapons she knew and loved to this “mass accelerator” weapon. Fortunately the manual was written in a style she’d often heard described as “Army Proof”, intended for rank amateurs
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Stolen Life 2.5/?
anonymous
June 13 2012, 22:06:19 UTC
Halleluiah! Sounds like somebody’s here to clean house! She cautiously crept around the area the battle appeared to be occurring in, She wanted to get a good look at these people before she just ran toward them with open arms.
She peered through a grate at her prospective saviors.
There were three of them, all trussed up into some type of bulky body armor. Huh, makes sense I suppose. If what I read is right, these little pistols pack one hell of a punch. No way Kevlar’d hold up to that. Gotta have something stronger.
She watched as the three worked together like a well-oiled machine, always covering each other and moving in a way that spoke of long hours on the battlefield and under fire. It sort of reminded her of how she and Joe used to move when they were on ops that had gone to shit. After a moment, Jade shook herself from her reverie. The three below had finished the last of the robots and were preparing to move to another room, picking up spare ammo along the way.
Thermal clips she reminded herself. Ammo comes in blocks
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You can't imagine how happy I am to see this filled! I thought it would be too specific or not interesting enough, but no, you blasted right in and swept me off my feet with this great start. Thank you very much!
(On another note, I like Jade already - and I didn't ask for it in the prompt, but fem!human was what I was thinking about, too ^^)
Stolen Life 3/?
anonymous
June 14 2012, 20:10:29 UTC
It was hard to gauge her rescuer’s reactions through the bulky armor and helmets but at least they hadn’t blown her head off yet.
Jade rather thought that was a good sign.
Rather than trying to press the team for a reply right away, Jade let them take their time to assess her, while at the same time studying the people before her. They were a quite varied group. She would have bet her right arm the one on the left, the one holding what looked like a shotgun in the general vicinity of her eyebrows, was a male. She’d never seen shoulders that broad on any woman - barring a few Olympic-level weightlifters she’d shared a few drinks with in London a couple of years ago. The one in the center could be either an athletic woman or a slightly built man but the slight contouring of the chestplate had Jade leaning more toward “woman”. On the right … everything about the tall figure was wrong. Too tall, too top heavy, too few digits on those long arms, weird misshapen helmet
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Stolen Life 3.5/?
anonymous
June 14 2012, 20:15:45 UTC
Jade sighed again. “I’ve been in cryo for over 150 years so I guess that meant I was the perfect candidate for this.”
“I don’t buy it,” Steroidasaurus growled. “She’s a plant commander. You’re on a Cerberus base with no visible means of arrival and even wearing a Cerberus uniform, no way this is legit.”
“I‘m sorry man, my fucking Dress Blues are still at the cleaner so it was either this or wander around baretit,” Jade ground out, her patience with this bullshit finally reaching its end. She took a calculated risk and breasted up to the jerk, belligerence written in every line of her face. “I dunno about you but I sort of think it’s a bit chilly to be wandering around this tomb in the altogether. Maybe humanity has evolved a lower temperature tolerance, but I didn’t survive the fucking cryogenic freezing and thawing process just to die of exposure six weeks after waking up on a goddamn ghost ship just to please your fucking sensibilities
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Re: Stolen Life 3.5/?
anonymous
June 14 2012, 20:45:14 UTC
A!A: Well ... Vega is the krogan stand-in for ME3 so I figured headbutting would come naturally! Seriously though, I'm glad you're still happy with the fill.
I promise I'll get Javik in there soon. I just needed to set up the character and back story.
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Stolen Life
The first thing Jade noticed as she began her return to awareness was how cold she was.
Like laying on a fucking block of ice, she thought groggily as she struggled through the cobwebbed tunnels of her mind to force her eyes open. Distantly she noticed an intermittent buzzing backed by a rapidly increasing, high-pitched beeping. Eventually the buzzing resolved itself into an understandable conversation, or at least half of one.
“She’s regaining consciousness, How is that possible?” Jade thought the speaker might be a woman. What the fuck is an Aussie doing in Arkansas? The answer rumbled back in some European language Jade had never bothered to learn ( ... )
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“Oh, I guess that explains where all the doctors went.”
The something she’d stumbled over turned out to be a prone body, old, dried blood soaked the front of the odd uniform it’d been wearing. There were more bodies sprawled around the room. Suddenly a whirring sound came from one corner, near what appeared to be a door, though it was like no door she’d ever seen before.
What she’d took to be some sort of equipment stand suddenly unfolded itself into a bipedal robot.
“Target acquired.” Intoned an emotionless and highly filtered female voice as the robot raised what was unmistakably a gun.
“Shit!”
Jade stumbled backward and took cover on the opposite side of the pod, looking frantically about for a weapon of some sort.
There!Near the back wall it looked like someone had been performing maintenance because under a loose and dented vent cover was the familiar shape of a cast ( ... )
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It had taken her two weeks to find and decipher a manual on the strange weapon she’d taken from the robot she’d beheaded. If nothing else told her she’d been under far longer than the three years she’d agreed to, besides the fact she was on a fucking space station, it was the design of that weapon. So advanced she couldn’t even begin to understand the progression from the gunpowder propelled weapons she knew and loved to this “mass accelerator” weapon. Fortunately the manual was written in a style she’d often heard described as “Army Proof”, intended for rank amateurs ( ... )
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She peered through a grate at her prospective saviors.
There were three of them, all trussed up into some type of bulky body armor. Huh, makes sense I suppose. If what I read is right, these little pistols pack one hell of a punch. No way Kevlar’d hold up to that. Gotta have something stronger.
She watched as the three worked together like a well-oiled machine, always covering each other and moving in a way that spoke of long hours on the battlefield and under fire. It sort of reminded her of how she and Joe used to move when they were on ops that had gone to shit. After a moment, Jade shook herself from her reverie. The three below had finished the last of the robots and were preparing to move to another room, picking up spare ammo along the way.
Thermal clips she reminded herself. Ammo comes in blocks ( ... )
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(On another note, I like Jade already - and I didn't ask for it in the prompt, but fem!human was what I was thinking about, too ^^)
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Excited to read more!! I don't usually like OCs, but I like Jade. :)
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Jade rather thought that was a good sign.
Rather than trying to press the team for a reply right away, Jade let them take their time to assess her, while at the same time studying the people before her. They were a quite varied group. She would have bet her right arm the one on the left, the one holding what looked like a shotgun in the general vicinity of her eyebrows, was a male. She’d never seen shoulders that broad on any woman - barring a few Olympic-level weightlifters she’d shared a few drinks with in London a couple of years ago. The one in the center could be either an athletic woman or a slightly built man but the slight contouring of the chestplate had Jade leaning more toward “woman”. On the right … everything about the tall figure was wrong. Too tall, too top heavy, too few digits on those long arms, weird misshapen helmet ( ... )
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“I don’t buy it,” Steroidasaurus growled. “She’s a plant commander. You’re on a Cerberus base with no visible means of arrival and even wearing a Cerberus uniform, no way this is legit.”
“I‘m sorry man, my fucking Dress Blues are still at the cleaner so it was either this or wander around baretit,” Jade ground out, her patience with this bullshit finally reaching its end. She took a calculated risk and breasted up to the jerk, belligerence written in every line of her face. “I dunno about you but I sort of think it’s a bit chilly to be wandering around this tomb in the altogether. Maybe humanity has evolved a lower temperature tolerance, but I didn’t survive the fucking cryogenic freezing and thawing process just to die of exposure six weeks after waking up on a goddamn ghost ship just to please your fucking sensibilities ( ... )
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Great continuation. And still love Jade - the "no-nonsense kind of girl" always does it for me.
With that first impression, I expect a lot of metaphorical headbutting with Vega. :D
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I promise I'll get Javik in there soon. I just needed to set up the character and back story.
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