In regards to your post about writing things for people, since you hit 300 and all, I would absolutely love a Korrasami Mass Effect crossover. please and thank you *bows*
Commander Korra shoved the heat sink into her shotgun, pressing her back against the crate, sheltering from the storm of bullets whizzing overhead. The air was heavy with combat – smoke and ash thick on the back of her tongue. The geth were closing in, the narrow alley providing little cover from their gunfire. Across from her, Mako was charging his biotics, the blue light throwing the shadows of his eyes into sharp relief. Bolin was bundled to the side, the turian's three fingered hand clutched around the grip of his sniper.
"Move up." She grunted into her helm-com, giving a signal. Mako twisted over his crate, snapping out an arm. There was a heavy thud of metal against metal – Korra risked a glance to see the geth on its ass after Mako's Throw. The Sentinel was anything but sloppy. It was one of the reasons she liked him.
Slowly but surely they fought their way down the alley, the last geth screaming mechanically as Korra tossed a careless Warp their way. It crumpled to the ground, hissing electricity before going still. Relative silence settled around them, still ringing with the absence of gunfire – Bolin drew out from behind his shelter, sniper balanced cockily on his shoulder, mandibles drawn apart in a turian grin.
"I wonder what they were doing here." Mako grunted, kicking the limp geth aside with his boot, pistol primed at its head.
"I think I can answer that."
A shadow materialised from behind a set of crates. A quarian. Bolin and Mako raised their guns, tensed, ready for Korra's command. She gave none, taking in the quarian's red and black enviro-suit.
"They were after you?" Korra asked, holstering her shotgun as the quarian crouched in front of the geth, omni-tool aglow. She noticed, suddenly alert, that the alien's enviro-suit was damaged; a gash, caused by a bullet, on the thigh.
"Yes. They have been since I arrived." The omni-tool hummed happily, and faded out of sight, three fingered hands tracing over the geth's head like spiders. Korra remained silent, waiting patiently for further explanation, watching as the quarian tore into the geth's armour with surprising ferocity.
"What are you doing?" Mako asked suddenly, marching forwards as the alien's omni-tool flared back to life, humming louder as she scanned the menagerie of wires that made up the geth's operating system. She ignored the Adept's question, working with brutal efficiency, omni-tool glowing brilliantly in the half-dark of the alley.
"Commander," Bolin intoned, glancing back behind them. "We should move. Toph's waiting for us back at the ship."
At mention of the irate, blind pilot, Korra sighed and shifted. Self-styled 'greatest pilot in the Alliance military', Toph Beifong flew the SSV Naga like no one had before: with a potent mixture of brute force and brilliant strategy. She gave the order to move out, turning on her heel. Mako visibly hesitated, glancing back at the quarian before falling into line.
"Wait!" The quarian was on her feet, omni-tool still working away, downloading data – Korra could see miniscule writing scrolling down its surface. "Maybe I can help you?"
"How?" Korra said, turning fully to the quarian as she approached.
"The data I have from the geth?" She tapped her arm, mask reflecting the orange glow from the omni-tool. "It can help you. I downloaded the geth's memory logs – it has evidence Amon was involved on Eden Prime."
"How do you know about–" Mako began, but Korra cut across him, staring hard into the quarian's glass facemask.
"Can you be certain?"
"Yes."
Korra studied the quarian for a few moments, mind racing. If the alien was telling the truth, and she really did have evidence against Amon and his band of Equalists, she would be a useful ally. On the other hand, if she was a spy, their plans would be ruined beyond repair.
"What's your name?" Korra asked softly. The quarian laughed softly, the sound ringing around her helm. It was a pleasant sound – like water on rocks.
"Asami'Sato nar Alarei." She offered a hand to shake, which Korra took, before she spoke again. "And you are Commander Korra. I've heard a lot about you."
She was unsurprised, and laughed. "I hope everything you've 'heard' is good."
"Oh yes." Asami's hand tightened on hers for a moment before she let go. "Your sacrifice on Elysium was very noble."
Ah. Her heroic deeds. Korra fixed her smile to her face, thanking the quarian for her words before ushering her forwards. They could discuss this more safely on the Naga.