[Without her biotics, Jack feels weird and vulnerable and on edge, but at least this is something comfortable, something she knows: the perfect opportunity for a jail break. Hell yes.
She has to get to Warden Command in order to make her way to the armory, but the place will obviously be crawling with Wardens. So she'll have to start a diversion and hope she can slip away.
If she sees someone who is obviously a Warden, she'll flag them down:] Thank god. Where the hell are you people? This is batshit.
[And, if she finds someone who is obviously an Inmate, she'll grab them by the collar and yank them around a corner.] Listen up, fish. We're getting out of here.
STUCK TOGETHER.
[This is awful. Terrible. There is no bright side to this at all. Jack's "buddy" is the worst person alive and she wants to rip them apart with her bare hands.
She ducks behind a door and slams it shut.]
I said fuck. Off.
[She knows they're not following her around on purpose. It doesn't matter. She can't be mad at intangible space magic, so she's going to be mad at the nearest person, who is conveniently always at most two meters away.]
I can't help but notice you're not fucking off!
NETWORK.
[After trying a number of more colorful options, all of which were rejected by the filter, Jack is stuck with a very boring username. She's pissed.]
@Jack What's the fucking point of this? Are we going to schedule a tea party? Leave scathing reviews about the shitty food? You can't even get on the Extranet.
jack / mass effect / inmate
She has to get to Warden Command in order to make her way to the armory, but the place will obviously be crawling with Wardens. So she'll have to start a diversion and hope she can slip away.
If she sees someone who is obviously a Warden, she'll flag them down:] Thank god. Where the hell are you people? This is batshit.
[And, if she finds someone who is obviously an Inmate, she'll grab them by the collar and yank them around a corner.] Listen up, fish. We're getting out of here.
STUCK TOGETHER.
She ducks behind a door and slams it shut.]
I said fuck. Off.
[She knows they're not following her around on purpose. It doesn't matter. She can't be mad at intangible space magic, so she's going to be mad at the nearest person, who is conveniently always at most two meters away.]
I can't help but notice you're not fucking off!
NETWORK.
@Jack
What's the fucking point of this? Are we going to schedule a tea party? Leave scathing reviews about the shitty food? You can't even get on the Extranet.