Mar 11, 2011 00:26
[Hallucinations, yay!]
[The video flips on. It's fuzzy, not anywhere near the pristine quality Jamison's video feeds usually have, mostly because she's fastidious about appearances. However, Jamison's visible, her mouth twisted in something that looks like a smile but has far too many teeth for that. Blood cascades from her cheek where the thresher maws scarred her on Akuze, and she's holding a bloodstained knife to her throat, about to start work on the other scars.]
I-
I don't-
[She twists, irritated, to gaze at something not there.]
Corporal, shut your mouth before I shut it for you, I'm trying to get something done here! And the rest of you sit down. Right now.
[She blinks, then sounds thoughtful.] Although I guess the twenty of you that don't have legs can't really do anything else. Don't worry; I'll dig the acid out of you once I'm done with me. [Another facial spasm, a flurry of blinking.]
This-
This isn't right.
commander jamison shepard (au)