Fuck. Why the fuck does it all have to happen on the same fucking wreck of a day?
Migraine was the worst on the immediate list and was getting worse every minute. She regretted every microsecond of throwing the injector against the cargo bay wall in an otherwise righteous fit of anger.
Fuck the L5X. Fuck migraines. Fuck Cerberus and fuck their stupid cheerleader. Fuck Serena. Fuck the ship. Fuck the thieves. Fuck the datapad.
Maybe not so much Serena. Considering everything, Commander was the least of all the fuckups. Granted she did not have to wait long till the old chick showed a pretty side and predictably had spent the whole of last Saturday attempting to grease up to her en route to Hawking, but to be fair she did fuck off when asked to, something Jack in all fairness did not expect from someone in power. And it's not that she was against her kind of entertainment in principle, it's just Commander so was not her type. FFS Shepard's B-factor readings could make HERS look nonexistent, even with her kit, shaved head and all – and Jack had a very definite preference for, so to say, the place on the captain's bridge. For the simple reason it does not make her feel so vulnerable and helpless. With Sera she strongly suspected it would not fly and she would end up regretting. Still she was out of the lockup and left relatively in peace and that was something. And Commander wasn't likely to get on her nerves again as she was majorly preoccupied with some 'important' bit of geth tech the away team supposedly picked up in Thorne - and the lightning path of least resistance, the ditzy redhead from the controls deck.
THEPAINTHEPAIN THEPAINTHEPAINTHEPAINTHEPAIN
She had to get a new injector before the migraine kills her. Which meant walking all the way up to medical bay and talking to people. Maybe even talking to the very same thieving scum who took her datapad. There is nothing as despicable as sneaking and thievery, she thought – one should at least have the courage to impose the right of the strongest face to face. Scum. Rats.
The pain had slightly dulled down as Jack reached the crew deck. As she was ready to open the door of medical bay she noticed the Dr engaged in a lively conversation with the cook. Jack entered the bay anyway, Dr was bound to turn up soon enough.
Meanwhile the girl looked around. The meds cabinet was obviously unlocked and after quick check on the surveillance camera angles she took a peek inside. And whistled. Chakwas would not miss these 8 capsules of tri-amorphine regenerative-relaxant, but they definitely meant she could kill some soul pain tonight, she deserved that much. And what's the retro-styled locked box there? The biotic closed her eyes and concentrated her telekinetics on the obsolete mechanical lock.
Click
A thresher up my. Creoxine, commonly known by its street name of O-Relay. Medical grade, used as an anaesthetic only in the cases of severe, mostly critical, damage shock. A full drawer of cartridges, each the price of a small ship on the black market. Jack looked at the tidy rows of cartridges longingly – but took just one, arranging the rest so there was no gap left.
'I'll make up for it, honest like. By trying not to get a shotgun hole right through my chest'
As she mentally turned the locker key again she heard footsteps approaching. The young woman quickly assessed the situation, regretting the all too reckless loading up on meds.
The only place to get out of sight was through the door by the VI core. Luckily the door reacted to her presence and slid open as she rolled inside, commando style.
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Whew. Looks like Dr did not notice after all. Jack's eyes adjusted to the red glow of the VI core and she froze. There was someone in here. Another look at the dark shape in the central niche made her again sigh in relief – it turned out to be just a combat droid. A droid of a model she had not previously seen. Jack took a step closer. As she did so she felt a chill creeping in again...
The droid was sitting. Droids did not sit, more so they COULD not be sitting comfortably with their back against the niche wall, legs half-bent, datapad in their hands, in a pose of someone reading in bed. It turned what it had in the place of head towards Jack, the unmistakable, glowing, single red light reminding her what she had seen the video footages of the battle for the Citadel.
'Greetings, Jaqueline-prototype-biotic...we were looking forward to contact you'