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Tali'zorah vas Normandy's been incommunicado for a few days now. I'm getting no response from her omnitool or communicator, and she's not at her apartment.

I have to assume she's been ported out, but if anyone else has any other information about this woman [split screen; a photo of Tali as her quarian self, and then as her human form] or have any news on her whereabouts, please contact Garrus Vakarian -- that's me. Network please -- after all, we're a little bit swamped here at the station.

[He sighs, glancing aside briefly-- perhaps considering something more, before he turns off the communicator.]
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[Private to Jack Bauer, Encrypted]

Up for that beer?

[Private to Edna Mode, Encrypted]

We need to talk clothes some more, you and I. If I'm going to be stuck here, I need something that'll morph with me. My armor seems to, but I haven't tested it out with anything else. Up for the challenge?

[And we go public again.]

I've heard that there's a phrase in some human language or another that essentially equates to 'the more things change, the more they stay the same'.

What's changed for you between home and here, and what remains quid pro quo? Do you see your histories repeating itself? Inquiring Turians want to know.

[He doesn't-- address his personal changes, and nor does he address what he thinks will be the same. Funny how that works.]
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[That's-- not a human there, adjusting his comm, looking between it and his glowing omni-tool with -- well, unless you can read Turian faces ( and there's not many humans who can, especially if they're not familiar with them) you'd probably have no idea that he's just a little cranky; his mandibles flutter against his jaw, and occasionally he clicks his tongue in a sound that's probably going to key to 'irritated' at the very least to most listeners.]

[When he speaks his voice flangs; as if two people are simultaneously speaking in sync. He's his own perfect echo. Turians, man. They're weird.]

Well, after going through your illuminating literature -- and man am I glad I took those classes in Earth Languages a few years ago -- I'm guessing I'm as as screwed as the rest of you folks that can hear this.

I suppose introductions are in order: Garrus Vakarian, formerly of the Normandy, a human vessal under Commander Shepard. I'm hoping that might ring some bells out there. We're pretty famous back home, and if anyone knows crewmates of mine I'd appreciate being pointed in their direction. I think I have all the rest-- the communicator, the tags, the "MAC". It's like I went home to Palaven and got stuck back in military housing...

[Not that he'd really mind that, he's just-- not been there in a few years.]

So, anybody know where a Turian can get a dextro-amino beer around here? Because I really could use one right about now.
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[Aaaayup, another accidental post, though there at the beginning it looks like Garrus was checking up on the mass terror shiz going on network-wise. There are no screams or freaking out or a dead Normandy II crew here; just Garrus, chilling out on a stoop, slummin' it hideout-wise. Just looking at the night sky, actually.

After five or ten minutes, what he's actually doing becomes obvious. A small group of kids wander up, and Garrus passes each one of them a candy bar. The braver ones come right up to him, though good 75% of the others hang back fifteen or so feet away, staring. For them he just tosses it to them and waves.

Shit ain't going down on this block tonight, no sirrah.


Sep. 11th, 2010 08:03 pm
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... I thought this place was a dream.

[That odd alien twang to his voice is gone - now he almost sounds human. Close enough to it, anyway, there's no mistaking his voice.]

Three days here, two years back home. The porter has a horrible sense of timing.

[Police lock;]

I'm turning in my badge for both the force and S.T.A.R.S., effective immediately. Things have... changed.


Aug. 24th, 2010 01:23 am
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Move that over there - and watch out for the broken glass, we don't need any more delays on getting this cleared. Can we get someone sweeping that up?

[Video! Garrus is directing some cleanup from the rolling blackouts due to the flying lightning unicorn - mainly what's left of some of the shops in the worse part of the city, after looters got to them in the dark.]

Cleanup's going... well. We're going to have a hell of a time trying to find most of the looters, but some idiot cut himself all over this broken glass. That's one. [To someone off-camera:] Run a check on all recent hospital admissions. If he's not dead, then he won't be hard to find. I want someone looking through local pawn shop records and cross-referencing with serial numbers for whatever's gone and high dollar; the smarter ones won't bother, but we can probably catch a few duct rats who don't have any fences to sell to.

[And back to the comm, though still waving away pedestrians or directing traffic to the secondary route now and again.]

How's the rest of the city doing? The slums were hit hard, but it's nothing we can't fix.

[Police filter; voice]

I'm sure everyone's seen last night's... event. I got a tip off that she was at [ADDRESS DOOP]. Out of medi-gel but it did its job; she should be fine from here on out, as long as she doesn't get banged up again. Someone else was around, but he didn't show his face and I don't recognize his voice.


Jul. 25th, 2010 09:26 pm
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Alright. What was that.

[Police Filter;]

I'm en route to go check it out, make sure it's not some horrible precursor to the end of the world, Dragon's Teeth or something like that.

An...yone have any idea of what exactly it was?

[ooc: He means the Soundwavesplosion, just not communicating that too terribly well.]


Jul. 18th, 2010 11:18 am
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[The comm comes on suddenly and at a crooked angle, like it's been hit accidentally or dropped. A second later the former is confirmed, as Garrus leans over something not too far away. It just looks like he's fiddling with his wrist, but after a minute an orange light flickers up like a miniature hologram. He presses a few more things here and there on the hologram, cycling through things too fast and too indistinct to see - and then stops, sighing.]

I never thought I'd come to the point where I actually missed hearing the news.


Jun. 15th, 2010 10:54 pm
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I'm going to do the obvious and remind everyone on the network that participating in this "Murderpalooza" plot is prime material for life sentences. Or being shot. Depends on whether or not you come at me.

As far as I see it? It's more hassle for you to participate than not, and for me to hunt you down. And I will be out there looking - don't worry about that.

[police filter LIKE A BOSS]

So exactly what are we doing about this? I figure ignoring it is only going to make it worse, especially since the Joker's participation is a given.

I think.

It's difficult to tell with him.


May. 27th, 2010 12:33 am
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[No intro today, no small talk. Garrus sounds much more worn than usual, maybe a little frustrated - he sighs, low and long, and then addresses the comm.]

I'm...curious. About what the people of the City think about the legal system we have in place here. I came from a time where it was perfectly legal and totally acceptable to lock away criminals in a floating space station where they were sold for cheap labor to whomever would buy them. Glad I didn't take that internship at the Purgatory, in hindsight. I didn't like it, a lot of people didn't - but the system worked.

And the one here...hasn't. Not to me. Too many escapes, too many psychos wandering the streets killing at random. We're doing all we can with what we have, but maybe that's not enough. Maybe we need to...[he trails off. "Do something else".]

This isn't police business or related to the force in any way, shape, or form. This is just me, wondering if I'm the odd man out here or if anybody else is...let's call it 'dissatisfied'.


May. 9th, 2010 05:42 am
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Let's see. We've arrested the City's most wanted psychopath, seen a death on live video, had a good handful of uncaught psychopaths broadcast moral quandaries to the community at large, had another handful of people port out, had a handful of fresh psychopaths port in, had a lunatic vampire burn a cross and hold a sex toy hostage, and apprehended an insane zealot that thinks killing us all is an act of mercy on his part. All in...nine days.

I could go for a drink. Who's with me?
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[Garrus is apparently patrolling, carrying the comm lazily in one hand and barely looking at it. He's getting just as many looks as you'd think he would. He glances back sidelong before sitting down on a bus stop bench, ignoring the fact that the twelve year old boys sitting beside him are staring intently at his face. He's not wearing his blue armor today, but something more casual that still looks official srs bzns, apparently something he's had specially tailored.]

I've got some free time coming up - and I've been thinking about that trip to the firing range I arranged not too long ago. It's been...a stressful week - for all of us. I don't know about any of you, but I could use some relaxation.

...It might not be the most routine way to relax, but it's familiar. And otherwise I'll just end up patrolling or doing more work - I wouldn't want to run out for any time in the future when I want to bury myself in it.

[A slight chuckle, though it's a little dry. He glances offscreen, where two voices are raised in argument, the words barely registrable as a couple's, but hesitantly glances back to the comm - the kids are still staring, and he glances at them too for a moment until they try to pretend they were staring intently at something else.]

...Anyway, the range is at [LOCATION]. I was thinking about going in the next couple of days, get used to this age's weaponry. Terrible recoil on these things. I-

[He starts again, but there's a sharp scream offscreen and Garrus' head instantly jerks towards it. The noise is louder and the shouting is distinctly male, while the subsequent yelps are female. His expression tightens noticeably and he drops the comm into the hands of one of the kids, warning them with a brusque "Don't run off with it or I'll have to come find you and your parents" and walks offscreen. The boy glances into the comm with his friends looking over his shoulder, before he abruptly turns it to face in the direction Garrus went. There's a man, enraged, slamming a terrified woman into a brick wall by the front of her shirt, screaming at her about marital problems - the comm can barely make out a black eye and some healing bruises here and there on her arms. He takes the time to glance at Garrus and get out "The hell do you want, freak-" before Garrus rips the man off the woman and slams him face-first into the wall, pinning him there easily with one arm. The man is shouting something but the comm can't quite catch it - Garrus' grip tightens.]

You don't know the meaning of 'police brutality'. This is nothing compared to what you probably deserve. As far as I'm concerned I'm being lenient. You're lucky this isn't the Purgatory, they'd have beaten you before you so much as got a sentence out. Ma'am, are you alright? I'm a police officer, there' reason to be afraid. Stay still, dammit - kicking me isn't going to make me turn you loose any time soon.

[The woman, battered, frightened, nods quickly. Garrus says something about a hospital visit, filing charges, while cuffing the man. She shakes her head, glances repeatedly at the man in Garrus' grip, and Garrus pauses.]

...It's your choice. But I still have to take him into custody - it's procedure. You can bail him out later, if that's really what you want.

[He then drags the man by the collar of his shirt across the street and in front of a small crowd from the nearby and very public park in handcuffs, getting the comm back from the somewhat awed kids.]

I'll be bringing this one with me on assault charges, even if she's not going to file them. And...I'll be walking, I'm still working on getting a license. Kick me one more time and I'm aiming for assaulting an officer, and believe me, I'll follow through. Be ready for me.

And that offer about the firing range still stands.


Apr. 14th, 2010 10:37 pm
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Can anybody recommend a good firing range? I've been trying to familiarize myself with this city, but I'm still not clear on where some things are. Mainly places I'd like to go - I'm not sure why, but they always seem the most difficult to find.

I wouldn't mind company either - somebody who doesn't seem terrified I'll eat them alive. The citizens have good reason to be paranoid...I'm just getting a little tired of it. Doesn't make for good conversation when the other party is ready to run screaming at a moment's notice.


Mar. 29th, 2010 11:47 pm
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[Garrus hasn't bothered with voice this time, because he's kind of got something more important on his mind and getting that ALFZCNSK ALIEN thing out of the way first would probably be best for what he's about to say.]

Biotic freaks, chainsaw-wielding mass murderers, psychotic clowns, a giant man-eating plant - getting Thorian flashbacks there, actually - this entire city is one condensed Terminus System with less Thresher Maws, and I'm not even quite sure about that. I was hesitant about this at first, but now I'm sure about it. I've got nothing else here and no better place to put my skills to use.

[A slight pause.]

My name is Garrus Vakarian, and I'd like to join the police force or one of its branches. I've got extensive experience in police and security work on the Citadel, and training with the turian military...among other experience.

[He steps aside, giving a slight wave of his hand towards the futuristic sniper rifle sitting in the corner.]

And if you're in need of a sniper, well...I can deliver there, too.


Mar. 20th, 2010 06:47 pm
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I don't know what happened to this city, but I think it's better I wasn't here for whatever it was. Caused enough damage - if I didn't know better, I'd say Geth.

[Shifting, like he's moving into a more comfortable position.]

I've done some snooping on some of the other posts here, mainly from the newbies like me, so you don't have to go into the basic details. And, [small beeps, AKA omni-tool noises] since I can't connect to the extranet, I'm either out of the galaxy or I'm in the past.

Normally I'd say that was impossible, but from the things I've seen and heard happening over this feed, I don't doubt anything. The fact that I haven't seen any species other than human isn't helping, and the tech has to be a century or two behind what I'm used to.

So, I'm just going to come out and ask: what planet am I on, and what year is it? Because I'm really starting to get this feeling that it isn't anywhere near 2183.

[A pause.]

...And Shepard, if you're out there, we really need to find better places to vacation.


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