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“Oh never mind. Just a shitty soda and even shittier baked goods wrapped in plastic. I’m sure you have somethin like that back here don’t you? Some sort of equivalent?” He scratched his head lightly, frowning when it came off bloody.

He smeared the blood off his fingers on the leg of his armor and went back to speaking.

“Oh yeah, waaaay ancient. The current year is 80,509”

“Or should I say was eighty-five-o-nine?”

“Are you alright?”  Roy frowned when he saw blood.  ”I’m not a true medic, but I can help.”  He blinked when he heard what year he was from and sighed.  ”I’m from the year 2012.  Guess I am ancient history…  No wonder I don’t recognize your kind of armor.  Well… kind of nice to know humanity has lasted through the years.  How did you get here, do you know?”

“Nice of you to be concerned but its not my blood. Some poor bastard down the line got hit by one of those howler guns… Just fucking exploded.” He shook his head, and went back to the previous topic of conversation.

“Yeah, its basically like reading something out of some old fantasy novel. This era is actually really popular for that sort of thing. And as for humanity, don’t get your hopes too high kid. We’re scraping by and when I’m from in particular, we’re losing a fight against something that we don’t even understand.

I got here because of a malfuction on my Reflex node. Its an experimental piece of supplementary armor stuck way inside the core of my suit. Supposed to slow down time for me to fight faster on the battlefield. Instead, it just fucking sends me places.”

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yourknightinshiningpowerarmor started following you

askurdnotwrex:

yourknightinshiningpowerarmor:

askurdnotwrex:

yourknightinshiningpowerarmor:

askurdnotwrex:

“What kind of reaper are you!?!?” he shouts, alarmed by the armor.

“Reaper?

Those guys are pussies. I’m in with the Grey Knights. Bunch of Baddasses from waaay back.

Who the hell are you anyways?”

“Right. Every man who’s ever said the Reapers were nothing compared to him has been dead soon after,” Wrex chuckled. This guy’s attitude was amusing to him. Obviously, he had no knowledge of the Reapers.

“I am Urdnot Wrex, leader of clan Urdnot and a krogan Battlemaster… not one to be fucked with. I’d ask you who you are, but I’m probably just going to get some cock-and-bull story about what a magnificent warrior you are.”

“I’m thinking we’ve got two different Reaper’s in mind Mister. You aren’t referring to the heavy infantry units of the Human forces are you? Those guys are alright but I’m very sure of the knowledge that we are far better equipped and trained than they are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about otherwise.”

“Krogan? Never heard of the species.

No sir, no stories from me. I’m a soldier through and through. Never been anything more or anything less.

I’ve killed my fair share of xenos and chaos factioners alike. But I’m not going to give you any bullshit on this. I’m good, but I know there’s always someone better and someone worse than I am. It’s how it works.”

“No, those are just soldiers. I’m talking about those goddamn sentient machines from deep space that farm entire species and enslave them,” Wrex tried to explain them but couldn’t as he started laughing at the man. “Your soldiers?? Better than my men?? I doubt it. Krogan are the strongest species in the galaxy!!!”

Wrex put a fist to his chest with pride. “Heh. You’re actually modest?? To a degree. I won’t fight you unless you give me a reason to. Then you better be ready to die.”

“Sounds a lot like what my ancestors put down a ways back. Who knows, maybe all this time travel put me somewhere decent for once.” He muttered, his voice amplified by the suit.

“Never said they were, though I’m certain now that you mention it that we could, currently, rip your forces to pieces. Your tech is primitive right now compared to what I’m wielding.

If krogan are the strongest we’ve got right now, we need improving.

Modest? I’m a soldier not a warrior, there’s no chest puffing involved.

Hundred percent sure that pea shooter of yours wouldn’t even dent my armor.

Go ahead, fire it. Just mind the ricochet. Its a bitch, one time a friend of mine caught a crystal shard that bounced off my armor. Dumb bastard wasn’t wearing his helmet… Anyways, moral of the story you can’t hurt me while I’m wearing this unless you find yourself a tank or an antimatter rifle. Thankfully, those haven’t been invented yet.”

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-Jack crouched and put up a barrier, protecting herself from the plasma, even as she sent another warp field at his feet again, destroying the concrete there as well.-

Roll, shoot. Roll, shoot. Roll, shoot.

He kept up the game, gradually getting close enough to grab her by the neck with a surprisingly quick thrust of his gauntletted hand.

As he slowly tightened the vice-like grip he brought her closer to his faceplate.

“Quit. Fucking. Attacking. Me.”

-Jack barred her teeth at him and lit up once more. Keeping the power within her own skin, she used it to fuel her muscles increasing her strength enough to rip his fingers away from her throat, severely damaging the circuits and gears there in her escape. She continued to use it to power herself, dashing through his legs once more and climbing his back to rip at the metal housings there-

((You’re saying she ripped through all that with her teeth? Do you know how thick that shit is? That’d be like eating an electrified bit of tank armor. She’d break her teeth before she got through the shell no matter what biotics she’s using. She can break out of his grip sure, but I don’t think she can bite through the armor.))

((Want to sort this out tomorrow? I’m a bit tired. Its eleven where I am.))

yourknightinshiningpowerarmor started following you

askurdnotwrex:

yourknightinshiningpowerarmor:

askurdnotwrex:

“What kind of reaper are you!?!?” he shouts, alarmed by the armor.

“Reaper?

Those guys are pussies. I’m in with the Grey Knights. Bunch of Baddasses from waaay back.

Who the hell are you anyways?”

“Right. Every man who’s ever said the Reapers were nothing compared to him has been dead soon after,” Wrex chuckled. This guy’s attitude was amusing to him. Obviously, he had no knowledge of the Reapers.

“I am Urdnot Wrex, leader of clan Urdnot and a krogan Battlemaster… not one to be fucked with. I’d ask you who you are, but I’m probably just going to get some cock-and-bull story about what a magnificent warrior you are.”

“I’m thinking we’ve got two different Reaper’s in mind Mister. You aren’t referring to the heavy infantry units of the Human forces are you? Those guys are alright but I’m very sure of the knowledge that we are far better equipped and trained than they are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about otherwise.”

“Krogan? Never heard of the species.

No sir, no stories from me. I’m a soldier through and through. Never been anything more or anything less.

I’ve killed my fair share of xenos and chaos factioners alike. But I’m not going to give you any bullshit on this. I’m good, but I know there’s always someone better and someone worse than I am. It’s how it works.”

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“What’s that? Your name is ‘grahlhlhrhagh’?” He said, letting her run through his legs only to actually swing the eight foot long blade paddle like at her with force enough to incapacitate but not actually kill if it collided.

Suddenly, he felt the ground shift out from under him, As it cracked he did a quick combat roll off to the side to avoid the danger, pulling his sidearm out and firing a few plasma bolts at her in response. 

“Alright Grahalkhagh, Dance!” He fired a quick barrage of bolts all around her, none of them directly intended to hit but a few would find their mark if she didn’t move.

-Jack crouched and put up a barrier, protecting herself from the plasma, even as she sent another warp field at his feet again, destroying the concrete there as well.-

Roll, shoot. Roll, shoot. Roll, shoot.

He kept up the game, gradually getting close enough to grab her by the neck with a surprisingly quick thrust of his gauntletted hand.

As he slowly tightened the vice-like grip he brought her closer to his faceplate.

“Quit. Fucking. Attacking. Me.”

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The seven foot tall figure made taller by his immense power armor towered over the Krogan. It leaned down to look at the creature before keeping a wary hand on the hilt of the equally immense sword magnetized to his back.

“I don’t suppose you speak any of the colonial human languages?”

“No?”

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-Jack tilted her head ever-so-slightly to the side, showing off her freshly shaven head- Do I look like I need a haircut, cunt nugget? -she sent out a half-powered lift pulse, followed by a small shockwave, testing his limits-

“I figured you’re the kinda crazy bitch who keeps it messy down there just for the hell of it.”

“But hey, don’t ask me. I’m just a guy in a suit of armor.” He chuckled mechanically, the suit’s voice amplifier making the noise tinny.

He raised an eyebrow as he saw her try that weird blue thing again. As expected, it didn’t do much aside from halfway fill up the emergency energy pack. Rorik chuckled again before holding the heated blade near her neck, enough for the harsh sparks of the blade to prick her. 

“I like to learn the names of the people who piss me off so I can keep track of them for later.

What’s your name you little twat.”

-Jack snarled and ducked under the blade, scuttling forward and between his legs to pop up behind him. She’d noticed that her biotics weren’t harming him any. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t still use them on the things AROUND him. She focused on the ground beneath them, sending a massive warp field into the ground directly below them, causing the concrete to bend and crack-

“What’s that? Your name is ‘grahlhlhrhagh’?” He said, letting her run through his legs only to actually swing the eight foot long blade paddle like at her with force enough to incapacitate but not actually kill if it collided.

Suddenly, he felt the ground shift out from under him, As it cracked he did a quick combat roll off to the side to avoid the danger, pulling his sidearm out and firing a few plasma bolts at her in response. 

“Alright Grahalkhagh, Dance!” He fired a quick barrage of bolts all around her, none of them directly intended to hit but a few would find their mark if she didn’t move.

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Rorik decided that taking off his helmet right now would be a bad idea. She was obviously some sort of Psycher. Or something of that nature, and while he hated dealing with them as allies some of the time, it was worse to have one mad at you. Bitches could make your life a living hell and get away with it because there were so few of them…

He drew the giant sword off his back and squeezed the handle, with the extra pressure of hydraulic grip the blade’s edge crackled an electric blue before glowing red hot.

“Power Sword, mk VII. It’ll cut right through you, the tank behind you, and the guy in the tank too. Don’t mistake this for a brutish weapon miss. I could give you a haircut with the precision movement this armor gives me.”

-Jack tilted her head ever-so-slightly to the side, showing off her freshly shaven head- Do I look like I need a haircut, cunt nugget? -she sent out a half-powered lift pulse, followed by a small shockwave, testing his limits-

“I figured you’re the kinda crazy bitch who keeps it messy down there just for the hell of it.”

“But hey, don’t ask me. I’m just a guy in a suit of armor.” He chuckled mechanically, the suit’s voice amplifier making the noise tinny.

He raised an eyebrow as he saw her try that weird blue thing again. As expected, it didn’t do much aside from halfway fill up the emergency energy pack. Rorik chuckled again before holding the heated blade near her neck, enough for the harsh sparks of the blade to prick her. 

“I like to learn the names of the people who piss me off so I can keep track of them for later.

What’s your name you little twat.”