2176, December the 15th Alliance Calendar
Omega Gozu District
*CRUNCH*
"Fuck". I muttered and took a glance down on what I just stepped on, 50 creds from the looks of it.
Well, I have done this little gig now for 3 weeks, and let me tell you, 50 for each head is pretty fucking good, and I really mean just that, heads, vorcha heads, or their scalps at least.
I haven't really counted how many nests I have cleared out now, must be in the 40ths, and that a quite large amount off cash indirectly from Aria and directly from our local "Governor" or Warlord as I say, but don't mention it to him of course, Canvius doesn't like that type of people, quite the hypocrite if you ask me, seeing who he works for.
Anyways I have gotten some good cash from him, around 30k.
The sword comes in quite handy too, just a swift week slash cuts them in half… I can see why the locals think I'm a little weird.
Bought a pair of 12inc combat knives from a vendor down at the market too, quite nice but not made from Vanadium so not that amazing, does the job doe so can't complain.
Ohh and I have some new trophies to, my armor is quite cluttered by scratches and buckles, brings out a little more menacing look I must say.
I have also started to get the gist of how I can use the nodes in my body, for combat at least, increasing my mass when I throw a punch makes quite the spectacle.
But hot damn, I'm getting quite chilly… or I mean cold, No hablo Inglés, it's getting quite fucking easy putting down these Feral Vorcha, but who I'm I too speak? These fuckers arent even sentient so that's maybe why I don't care that much?
One thing I finally understand is the statement Gholem said 2 weeks ago, "One krogan is worth a 100 Vorcha", of course, I haven't fought a Krogan, yet, but the point still stands, Ferals are fucking dumb, your normal civvie could take on 5 of them if you just gave him some armor and a shootie.
But all things can't last, my days as an Exterminator seems like they are cutting close, Canvius have been quite thrilled by my performance these past 3 weeks, but he seems like he wants to cut off the cash flow that flows down into my pocket. They have expended the "civilized" portions of the District quite fast, but as he said earlier, there is always more Vorcha so more Exterminator work can always be found on this station, and of course, I wasn't the only one here collecting the sweet bounties. After this last nest, I'm unemployed, but I have some cash now at least.
And here I stand, outside an "abandoned" old turian style bunker, surely from some old forgotten Warlord who had their paws, or talons on Omega back in the day.
I begin to walk carefully over old debris and simultaneously keeping track of moments or sounds. Over my shoulder hangs a rope with Vorcha scalps on them, gruesome yes but I must have some evidence for ser Warlord.
A rustle to my left took over my mind, drawing my Executioner in a smooth motion and was just standing there pointing it, and trying to hear something of course.
When nothing happened I just shrugged and switched pistol hand and drew my Messer from its resting place on my left hip.
I begin to walk again, now with the bunker entrance as my target, the thing that makes me a little anxious is that all the Vorcha here knows I'm here, the crunched Vorcha wasn't the only Vorcha I meet when I arrived here, it had some comrades with it, and I know that we wasn't really that quiet in our little confrontation, god, Vorcha sure know how to scream and shout… sorry for that reference.
Anyways this means they have most likely set up some sort of ambush for little me, but 20 or so Vorcha isn't big of a problem anymore for me, and that's, of course, me counting on that they don't have some small arms but just their usual axes and/or blunt makeshift shit. Fuck, hey look at me! I most likely just jinxed my self.
I activate my headlights by a simple command to my resident VI and walk into the dark abyss, aaaand find a whole a lot of nothing, just some junk littering the place, and the odd bone, hmm.
Walking around in the small bunker does me a whole lot of nothing until I finally find a dark corridor in the left-most corner in the left-most room, my lights showing me where the sun has never shined before… ANYWAY, let's find these fuckers so I can go get my damn creds.
Moments later when I'm deeper inside the bunker I'm assaulted by the most vile smell I ever have the displeasure experiencing, something on the lines of a 3-month-old rotten egg mixed with the slaughter waste from last years hunt. I hurriedly turn off my ability to smell, and give out a quick thank to the geths for this fucking body.
But I'm quickly snapped out of my disgust by the sounds of moments… from behind.
Seems like they have decided to join me.
A savage hiss came out from the first Feral I spotted when I turned around, and it lunged at me instantly, and with a swift slash, the head was separated from its body... Have I told you that fighting Ferals have been getting kinda lame?
3 more appeared moments later and like their friend they attacked me with primal fury.
I shot one of them in the chest with prompted it the crash down in a hep on the floor and dropping its crudely done Uruk-hai looking sword.
One of them made their now-famous lunges and I hit it with the bottom of my pistol hand crushing its head with load CRACK.
"Fuck, 50 creds again". I muttered.
The last one of that little group launched its attack with a load high-pitched hiss, but when I raised my hand cannon I was hit in the back by one of these sneaky buggers, I instantly swatted it away with a 180 degrees swing ending with a backhand into its chest, sending the Feral crashing into the tattered corridor wall with a loud snap.
The Feral from before saw this as its perfect opportunity and lunged at me unto my back, making my drop my sword and Executioner to be able to hurl the Vorcha of me, with I did right into the ground, I picked up my cannon again an ended its miserable existence with a shot into its neck.
My next task was just removing their scalps with was pretty easy with one of my knives, you just pu….…
…. And then twirl the loose cords extending from the rope around the scalp, and that's it!
I grabbed my Messer from the floor and tried desperately to wipe it off on one of the hundreds of junk pieces, this time it was a tattered and shredded jumpsuit.
So it's here all the missing people end up, I thought with a grim tone.
Walking through the corridor after this was pretty fucking uneventful, no ambushes, not even a damn sound, if we doesn't count the dripping of some weird fluid of course.
But the schene that I walked into at the end of the corridor would have made me gag, and almost made ME gag and I'm a fucking synthetic with some animalistic instincts, if I had been a normal breathing organic, the floor was littered with both carcasses AND corpses, Vorcha lied there half-eaten with corpses of Batarians, Turians, etc cast down with their clothes and/or armor torn off and shredded and cast off in droves.
A loud screech could be heard then more of them came with some warcries mixed in, and then the sound of feet hitting concrete echoed.
I felt a tinge of the instinct of fleeing in the back of my head, but I angrily shook it of me and prepared my self, anger building up inside of me.
When the first alive Vorcha could be spotted from the depths of the bunker I yelled out a deep Warcry and charged.
Bloody and gory I walked out of the bunker, these fuckers had at least the brains to charge in a group, which could have worked if it wasn't a walking tank with 2inc armor walking in on them.
They had tho some shotguns, which my armor clearly shows now, fuck. Big cracks all over my chest piece, right-leg, left-arm, I even caught one too the head. But still, thank the gods that not even one of those small fuckers came through, otherwise, I would have to find someone that has some synthskin, and I don't think that comes in cheap.
Goes to show that overwhelming attacks can work pretty fucking well, something the Soviets got right after all. And know I must repair all this, ugh and I saved up cash for something else….
I call always see with Gholem if he has some spare parts, but krogan parts are surly stupidly expensive, I can always mismatch, that way I will melt in easier with the local populace at least, scratch that if I want to melt in here I would need to just get some fucking rags, shits miserable.
Anyways that stuff isn't first on the order, that's getting my sweet cash firstly… creds I mean.
Sometime later I stood outside Canvius compound, nice and clean, not maybe not that nice and clean, more like somewhat-bloody and lazily cleaned, but what works works, this is Omega, after all, blood only helps with the image.
I walk towards the opening, the human hater and his gang standing there as usual.
The Turian or Lavius as he is called looks at me and narrows his eyes.
Things are as usual then, I thought chuckling.
"What's your business ape". He spat out.
I rolled my eyes, "The usual birdbrain". I shot back and walked through his little blockade.
"One day". He muttered quietly, but I could easily overhear his little threat.
"Whatever big boy". I said sending a glance back at him and continued strolling in the direction of Canvius headquarter.
My walk to him was uneventful, as always after I met Lavius who should really change to the more fitting name Mr. Stick-Up-My-Ass. As usual, I get some glances from both his normal guards and his more professional bodyguards, fuckers don't think I'm nice enough huh?
I get let in as usual and Canvius sits behind his desk as usual fiddling with some datapads.
"Welcome, Mr Böhm". He greets politely smiling or what goes for a turian smile.
I have gotten an inkling that he is former military these past weeks.
"Thank you for having me". I greet him back simultaneously removing my helmet.
"Have your hunt been generous?" He asked inquiringly.
"Yesterday and today was just fine". I said chuckling and pointed to my rope.
"I see, how many this time?" He asked.
"63". I answer.
"So 3150 credits". He mumbled and activities his Omni-tool and from what I could hear from the ping off mine, he just paid me instantly.
"No double-checking me?" I asked chuckling.
"I trust you"- He said and his smile broadens -" So what will you do now when your services isn't required here?" He asked.
"Firstly just repairs"- I began bluntly and waved over my self, I'm a showoff I KNOW -" Then I think I will take a little trip up to Afterlife, which was my plan before Gholem told me about this job". I ended with a chuckle.
"Well, Goodluck!" He said still smiling.
"You too Canvius". I said smiling and then I walked off.
Plan now: to Gholem for repairs, otherwise those markets up in the Afterlife district. Then I can finally have some good-old beer, I thought smiling at the last part, last time didn't go as planned with Darak interrupting the party.
And soon I was off to Gholem.
The doorbell dinged as usual when I opened the door and I walked in, almost instantly I heard footsteps from the back coming forward to the counter.
"Yes?" A flanging energy-filled voice called out.
And moments later I saw the person behind the voice, a gray-like Turian with some red facepaint, or is it a face tattoo? I don't really know actually, maybe good to know. The Turian had also from the looks of it some light armor on, and a pistol of some kind on its hip. Which stood out was the absence of a crest, is this a specimen of the mythical Turian women? See? Maybe I should study some Xenology so I don't look like an reta… I mean an uncultured swine, yeah that's better.
It/he/she stopped wide-eyed when she took in the sight of me, and I didn't miss the twitch of the hand slowly going down to the hip. Yeayeah I know I'm a sight for sore eyes don't put it in my face, please.
The defuse the situation I removed my helmet, "Hi". I said smiling, which from another perspective was maybe not the greatest idea, you know, a 6'4 human in some krogan armor, that also has some small bloodstains still scattered on it, a big fucking sword on the hip, I can only imagine from here how the fuck I look, which from the points above points to a fucking maniac.
"Is Gholem here?" I asked after what felt like a century of silence, which I have some experience in.
This seemed to snap the Turian out if its stupor, "N-no"- The Turian began, and the Trian subharmonics making the stutter sounding pretty damn weird -" He is out". The Turian said with some newfound confidence.
"Okay is he coming back soon?" I tried to continue the conversation.
"Yes". Was the answer I got.
Not so talkative are we?
Some awkward moments followed were we more or less tried not to look at each other.
I snapped out of my tough-tiediness, I know that's not a word sorry not sorry, when I remembered what the fuck I had forgotten to say, my fucking name, idiot I know.
"Sorry, where are my manners"- I said smiling -" I'm Alexander". I said and stretched out my hand.
She, yeah I have come to the conclusion that this Turian is a women no questions asked, glanced first at my hand then up at me and then back down at my hand, and seemed to contemplate the pros and cons of either shooting me or just accepting, the first part I got from the righthand carees of her gun.
Well okay, I'm that scary then
When her mind finally had come to a verdict, she took a few carefully but calculated placed steps, almost like a cat, and she didn't let me come out of her field of view, it was like I was watched by a fucking hawk. Ha ha bird you know you kno.. I'm stopping…
She accepted with a firm hand grip, or is it talon grip for Turians?, and we shook.
"I'm Menesia". She said.
"So you are Gholems apprentice or something?" I asked curiously, and maybe, just maybe, quite bluntly, mostly just for the sake of conversation.
The first response I got was something that sounded like a snort, but with Aliens you never now, I'm not a Xenoligist for god's sake.
"No"- She said grinning, or what would go for a Turian grin that is -" To put it bluntly, I'm a hired gun". She said.
"Sooo why isn't you with him then?" I asked.
"He got my brother with him"- She began -" And he wanted to keep the shop open, so here I am". She said slamming her hands against the counter.
"So when are they coming back?" I asked.
"Don't know"- She answered -" Something special you need?".
My first response was to point to the most damaged spots on my armor, "Need some repairs, I'm"- I said but pausing -" not that good at that stuff". I said sheepishly.
"So a merc that cant repair his own stuff"- She mumbled -" Well I cannot help you with that, I don't know the prices and all"- She said and drummed her talons on the counter -" And Gholem ordered me just to write down the stuff any customer wanted, plus their address".
"Okay". I said.
Some more awkward silence followed.
"So what do you do?"- She asked inquisitory -" I know you are a merc for one, but other than that?"
"Cleaned up some Ferals just up until today for the local governor, was pretty easy, nothing more when a few scratches until today". I answered, and on the latter part, I shook my left-arm which rattled.
We stood there just chitchatting for a time, mostly about guns, seems like Turians are quite passionate about them, maybe it comes with that all draft the Turians have? I don't know.
Anyways I think I mentioned that I wanted to buy a shotgun or two and she immediately tried to convince me about buying a Turian made, because "Everything else is shit, no offense".
Well, she pushed me in the direction of Haliat Armory or ERCS, those she said were good.
But if I had the opportunity to buy ANYTHING from Armax I should jump at the change, Because "For a non-turian, that's a change of a lifetime, no offense".
So yeah I'm pretty convinced, she talks about shotguns, or guns in general, like she is an expert so maybe she is one?
Sometime later we were still chatting, the topic know was close quarters, which being in a body like this one, has some upsides.
"Why even use a sword?"- Menesia asked and hefted my messer against her shoulder, after she had done some test swings -" and by the spirits why one as heavy as this?"
"Well, it's good against Vorcha, and anyone else up close"- I said shrugging -" and I can personally handle the weight, it just feels perfect".
"But shotguns are good to up close, without needing to swing this thing around, shotguns also have some more range". She said conversely.
"Well"- I said but paused and to take some time pondering -" Well it doesn't overheat". I said with a grin.
Menesia leaned against the counter and signed, or mock-signed, "Well I for one would take a good shotgun over this"- She shook my messer for emphasis -" Anyday".
Unfair
I narrowed my eyes but still grinned, "I think you are just jealous". I said.
She narrowed her eyes, and were going to say something, but before she could do that she was interrupted by her Omni-tool, which started blaring like an obnoxious alarm.
She immediately picked up, and from how her body tensed up I could tell that it was something unexpected happening.
She handed me my sword offhandedly, and I gave her some room for privacy.
Well, I can say that I wasn't trying to listen to their conversation, but when I could easily overhear the yelling voice on the other side, who were trying to overpower the sounds of rattling fire which came from the background I immediately tensed up.
Her call was short, and when it was over she yelled something that my translator didn't pick up, but from her expression, I could easily understand what it meant.
She ran to the back and didn't even make the slightest peep, and I was just standing there dumbfounded.
Soon the rustling of metal came from the back, when a loud "clunk" sound, and then another one.
She came back with her helmet almost domed, and a shotgun and something else on her back.
"Trouble?" I asked.
"The fucking trader doublecrossed them"- She hissed out -" No one has any honor in this spirits-damned place". She added mumbling.
"Need help?" I asked.
She immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at me, for a moment I could almost swear that she contemplated shooting me just now and there, but soon that stare got softer and she said "If you want".
Yelp someone is tense
I domed my helmet and quickly walked out of the shop with her right upon my heels, she quickly locked the door and without a word, she began sprinting in the direction of the local rapid transit station, and soon I was right on her tail.
What the fuck have my life become?
We were traveling in the direction of the Gozu docks, which had a transit station that I had completely missed when I docked my ship here 3 weeks ago. Life is hard when you are braindead.
"Why are you helping us?" Menesia said breaking the silence and looked at me.
Yeah why?
"Honestly? I don't know, you seem like nice people maybe?"- I said shrugging -" Maybe I don't have anything else to do".
Well, that made her quiet again, pondering over my words, which wasn't my intention really.
But she had a point, why even help anyone? Maybe common decency and "helping your neighbor"? Well, that shit doesn't really exist here so that's bullshit.
"Forgive me for being suspicious, getting help here usually doesn't come cheap". She said apologetically.
I waved her off, "No worries"- I said shrugging -" See it from my perspective, if I help you with this, Gholem can sooner repair my armor, and we all can walk away happy". I said chuckling.
"Well, that's if they are still alive". She mumbled.
And I took that as my cue to shut the fuck up. I know exactly the feeling she is experiencing right now, well that's if she loves her brother of course, which she seems to do.
Our shuttle landed and Menesia jumped out and started sprinting immediately, and I had to follow immediately because I didn't fucking know the way there.
After a good old sprint, we began to hear the sound of people shouting and guns discharging.
"Seems we didn't come here too late". I deadpanned.
That got me a glance which probably was a stare from under the helmet.
She drew her shotgun from her back, which extended in her hand. It was a gun which I haven't seen ever before, never in the games or now in "real-life". "Real-life" because too be frank with you, I haven't still grasped fully the concept that I am in Mass Effect, weird right? Well, the power of denial is absolute.
She looked at me and said something that I didn't really hear, sorry? But it snapped my out of my pondering and I quickly drew my Lancer, which haven't gotten some love the past week.
"Sorry I didn't hear you". I said sheepishly.
"I said what's your address?"
"Ooh", I walked to her and we fixed up a quick channel, so we had some sort of coordination.
We stood fiddling on a grimy street corner, the shooting was just around the corner. Besides the sound of fighting it almost felt like a ghost town.
"Numbers?" I asked.
"6 hostiles total". She stated professionally.
"I take frontal then". I said.
Without a word more we moved forward past the corner, and we arrived into a clearing, almost like a smalltown center, if it had been rundown so bad that an atomic war wouldn't do a big difference.
It was the endstation of 5 different streets so cover was in abundance.
Shots were flying between a shuttle that stod on the far left side from our position and one of the street corners straightforward over the whole center.
"Shit". Menesia spat.
"What?" I asked inquisitory.
"Bloodpack". She sighed.
THAT prompted me to do a double-take on the battlefield, and I looked closer at the group who shot against the shuttle, and… they had red armor, with a fucking white thingy on them.
It looked like there were 2 fucking krogans with them too, and a few Vorcha which had honest-to-God armor on.
But one of them didn't look like the other chaps, it had some sort of black armor on which I found familiar oddly enough, and he/she/it didn't look like a krogan or Vorcha either, certainly didn't have the body for it, instead we're more like a..human, so human or asari or batarian?
"Shit". I said repeating her words.
A loud boom resonated from beside me, making me jump and hurriedly look too my side, to Mensia holding some sort of scoped rifle.
"Gogogo". She commanded and started advancing forwards sending some more shots.
Well, that certainly snapped my out of my stupor and I started sending bursts against the Bloodpack goons.
Their surprise was shortlived and they started barraging us with lead, forcing us to make a mad dash for cover, which in this case were some old crumply looking knee-high wall, that looked like it had been a part of a fountain centuries ago.
We both had to slide and lay down to even use the cover we know had. Making peeking a really tiresome affair, but cover is cover I guess?
Soon I had enough of this worming around, "Suppress them". I called after I had located some better cover, which was an old stone/cement bench. It was also nearer our friendly Batarian and Turian sooo.
"Okay". Menesia replied.
I got up and started immediately spaying the ones taking potshots at us, I sprayed to my hearts content… which didn't last that long before my Lancer overheated and I became target practice again. Which wasn't that bad because I skillfully slid into cover moments later, and by "skillfully" I mean running like a madman and then jumping and sliding into cover.
My Lancer was soon good to go again and I started sending some downrange.
This was our plan, for the time being, one suppressing and one sprinting to new cover nearer Gholem and Menesias brother.
But other than that I learned one thing pretty fast, and that is if Vorcha gets either training or/and some better equipment, and maybe some experience, they become pretty fucking capable. But that didn't stop Menesia from exploding one of their heads with her sniper rifle.
One would think that the krogan would have tried to charge us yet, which they maybe have tried before we came here but anyways, but they seemed okay with just spraying at us with what sounded like some damn light machineguns.
But soon I and Menesia had finally advanced to the shuttle.
"I see you brought some company sister". A masculine flanging voice said.
"Yes, He wanted to help". Menesia replied.
"Yep". I said.
"Alexander? I thought I recognized the armor". Gholem said over the rattling of sand-sized metal hitting the shuttle when he dodging back into cover.
"You have any plan?" I asked after I took some potshots.
"Other them shot at them? No" Menesias brother replied.
"Anyone have some grenades?". I asked.
"No". They all replied.
"Okay… And the shuttle doesn't work?" I asked.
"Don't you think we would have gotten out if it did?" Menesias brother deadpanned.
Yeah it was kind of a stupid fucking question
So the meatgrinder slowly took its time, Everyone just popping up to take some shots and then dodging back into cover to recharge their shields and vent their guns. Charging right into them was out of the question because you would become swiss cheese in seconds, but it was the same for them, too few of them to make an overwhelming attack at this range.
Suddenly the gunfire from their side broke off.
"They are pulling back!" Menesia called out.
"Should we pursue?" I asked.
"No need". Gholem said.
What?
"WHat?" I called.
"It was just a small disagreement on price, that's all". Gholem replied calmly.
Is this a fucking "small disagreement"?
"Are you fucking telling me that we were shooting at them, just for a small disagreement? On price at that?" I blurted out frustrated.
"No need for such strong word Alexander"- He said still annoyingly calm -" It's just how it works here, a show of strength…. show one's teeth as you humans say".
I just stood there dumbfounded and looked at Menesia and her brother.
"Don't ask me, I'm just a merc". The male Turian of our little group said tiredly.
"I don't care about these Batarian power games you have, as long as I get paid". Menesia said and patted her brother on the shoulder.
"So it was another Batarian?" I asked Gholem.
"Yes, another Highborn". Menesias brother replied for him.
What the fuck is a highborn? I fucking need to read up on this shit more.
"What did you want Alexander? I can't imagine you came out here just for the sake of seeing me, but if it the case, I'm flattered". Gholem said.
"Well"- I began trying not to think about the reason for our fight just minutes ago, because that would get me brain cancer faster than walking into Elephant's Foot in Chernobyl -" I need my armor fixed". I said waving over it still with a dumbfounded expression behind my helmet.
"Let's not waste any more time then". Gholem said and simultaneously took something from the floor inside the shuttle.
Afterlife
I sat alone at a table in one of the more calm areas of Afterlife, just listening on the thumping from the deep bass playing just a few feet from me, thank goodness the walls and doors are soundproofed, I'm not in the mood for any danceshit just now.
Well, I got my armor now repaired, pretty cheap too. Gholem didn't have any spare parts for this model but he pretty quickly scrunched up some other things that did do the job just as good…
So know I have a left-arm that isn't the same color as the rest of my armor, it is a size smaller too, but that doesn't affect me in any way…. New plates on my chest armor too, same story there, right leg too. My helmet had taken more damage when I had imagined, the cracks in the plates where fucking everywhere, and I traded it into Gholem for some creds, He mostly wanted it for the old software, which he said was a rare find these days, something about good-old Batarian stuff I didn't understand, anyways I got a Death Mask from Tyriel Advanced Communications Corporation or TACC pretty cheap from him, and he also helped me install a new suit VI in it, and also some bootleg drivers for my now mismatched piece of armor and then sent me on my way. This whole ordeal cost me only a measly 5 grand so I didn't really complain.
He also explained some stuff about what happened with the fight and all, anyways to summarize, he is a highborn and what that means he didn't really explain but there is some expected things about them at least, one of them is pride, and to "never" back down. He said even tho he was a measly smith, my words, it was expected from him to react to some events in some preplanned ways. His/Ours opponent who also was a highborn had changed the price, and that means that he challenged Gholem, which only can end in one way, a confrontation because both are unwilling to back down. So they took some "potshots" at each other and then called quits, and that's about it. Fucking weird tradition if you ask me.
"You want anything else human?" the female Turian barkeep asked me, effectively snapping me out of my pondering about "today's" events.
"Another one of these…"- I began and glanced at the label of my beer -" Samuel Adams", I said which from a quick extranet search I gathered that it was a US beer even popular back in my old life, but I have never ever even heard about it. Well, it tasted like beer, not a Belgian one but whatever, Goodenough.
"...Elysium…." said a quiet sound penetrated my hearing.
What Elysium? Isn't that the place where… THE FUCKING SKYLLIAN BLITZ
"CAN YOU PLEASE TURN THAT UP". I shouted to the barkeep pointing to what looked like a tv that showed some military-looking dude and a reporter.
The turian looked at me annoyingly but activated here Omni-tool and raised the volume.
And this was my first look at this universes Shepard, and I can't say I was disappointed in what I saw.
#
One thing I just want to address is that the OC or "I" have just have had experience in very close quarters these past 3 weeks, if that wasn't obvious, just fighting "mindless" Ferals, with a fucking gigantic hand cannon and a huge ass sword where he can also use his body a great deal( Armor and all that mass), that's a pretty long way from a conventional gunfight so still he hasn't learned that much for those yet, besides his training of course, but he has "come down" from the shock and all that yazz. And also Vorcha and Humans are a long way from each other so I think he could have done the shit he just did with the Ferals because in his mind "it is just hunting".
And the last shitstorm was just an error on my part, I had a little plan for it but it didn't work out, I tried to let the story tell some sort of Xenology but it didn't really work out so I changed it, to this shittier "fight".
Past and present is still something I have a problem with writing, but I see some improvements in how I correct myself quite fast sometimes, optimism duduh. I'm not going for some grammarnazis wet dream of course, but still, I need to work on the thing that started this little adventure, which is my own betterment in grammar and writing skills. Now my real focus has left that and instead I really just want to see where my little story will go. I have some future plans for it but nothing really concrete at the moment, but with a daydreaming head like mine, I think that's not really a problem.
One thing I have a big fucking problem with is "military slang" in English, because it doesn't translate well from Swedish, and I don't have any good experience in that besides some basic shit. So if someone can point out some good links for that I would be grateful.
Another thing I really need to work on is writing different personalities in dialog, so they don't come out just plain bland/bad(like in this fucking chapter, bad planning on my part), so I have set up some challenges for my self to write in the near future.
Anyways I know I said I didn't have any more work last time, but that changed pret-ty fast. Because some dude was sick and quarantined so I got another 2 weeks, which is always nice for the wallet. But maybe I will be "free" next week? If so there is at least that I will be pumping out somewhat faster then.
Last but not least, I must thank you all for taking your time reading this shit( Both this shit and my story of course), it really means a lot for me.
sglenn3232: "I" will get as good as a human in a gethbody can "realistically" get, just remember that we humans aren't really built for warfare so that's a hindrance for us in that apartment! ;)
FluffyDwagy: She a bad bitch I know, so no she will not be "nice" or "good".
bksniper1: Danke!
Imperial Guard 1337: The funny thing is that I have had something in mind for just like that a long time know, but I haven't really decided yet. We will see! :)
Tusken1602: Thanks! It is getting easier writing at least.
simplicityexe: Thanks! It is pretty rewarding writing fight scenes :)
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