atara-the-ardat-yakshi started following you
Greetings, ma’am. *Fidgets and wrings its hands, glancing at her briefly before ducking its head.* A-am I disturbing you? I… I apologize.
July 2012
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srikit started following you
Tamos spotted the Salarian, closest organic to its position who seemed comfortable here and wasn’t shopping at the tourist stores, and carefully approached him. Wringing its hands, it nodded in greeting. “Excuse me, sir. Do you have a digital map of the building I could download? I… am encountering navigational difficulties.”
Srikit appeared too pre-occupied with his own omni-tool to make eye-contact immediately. “You can download those things anywhere dude. It’s not even hard, you just—” As the salarian finally looked up, a perplexed expression appeared on his face. He took a step backwards, keeping his eyes fixed on the geth. “Wait, um. What are you?”
Tamos nodded at his explanation; it was unsure if it was allowed to tap into the buildings systems like that. People often objected to so much as the sight of a Geth standing at a terminal, after all.
But when their eyes met and the Salarian reacted, Tamos, too, took a step back. Its flap fluttered nervously as it answered, “I-I am Geth. I apologize i-if I disturb you…”
Srikit didn’t seem surprised by this answer, presumably he had only wanted to confirm his suspicions. He had seen footage of the geth attack on the Citadel. While the person he was talking to certainly looked like a geth and had claimed to be one too, Srikit wasn’t convinced. “You don’t act like a geth, they don’t even talk. Is this some kind of joke? It’s not funny.”
The geth didn’t seem hostile now, but Srikit knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun it if it did turn hostile. This thought only made him wish harder for it all to be someone’s idea of a prank. He managed to tear his eyes away from the geth to briefly check his surroundings, as if looking for something, anything that would explain what was happening.
“Geth do talk. You have likely only ever been acquainted with the Heretics—they are a small faction of us who… who followed the Old Machines—the Reapers—and Saren. True Geth are allies. W-we are allies.” Tamos ducked its head shyly, having rattled off that data like second nature at this point.
It shifted awkwardly then, studying the Salarian’s body language carefully—and lamenting for the umpteenth time its lack of social data. “I-it is not a joke, I assure you.”
((That is no fun. I hope you feel better! -hugs- ))
((Thank you bb. ;w; I think I am feeling better. Some tylenol cold and looots of sleep seems to have kicked it quickly. \o/ ))
sassygaygeth started following you
tamosgi started following you
…
I must be high.
…Negative. You are firmly on the floor, and according to my scans you are not under the influence of drugs, currently, either.
*Blinks, belatedly realizing why he must’ve said that.*
I-I apologize if I disturb you, sir.
-amused- Someone sure must’ve programmed you to be a smartass, machine. What do I call you? Funnybot9000? Tell me a joke.
N-no. I am Tamos. *Fidgets awkwardly, searching its databanks.* Y-yes sir, a joke…
“A Turian walks into a bar.
His Volus acquaintance walks under it.”
…
…I-it is supposedly funny because Volus are short…?
…
sassygaygeth started following you
tamosgi started following you
…
I must be high.
…Negative. You are firmly on the floor, and according to my scans you are not under the influence of drugs, currently, either.
*Blinks, belatedly realizing why he must’ve said that.*
I-I apologize if I disturb you, sir.
((hfoiwhfoihwfw I have so much to do but
I think I have a cold, or really really bad seasonal allergies all of a sudden
Either way
Feel shitty ;A;
So. Goodnight. Love you guys. *Sniffles loudly.* See ya tomorrow <3))
Just say they’re like… his evil twins. Tamos Shepard totally has evil Heretic twins.
((HAHAHAHHA. Okay that works. XDDD The whole things cracky as F anyway, so I shouldn’t’ve been concerned with it anyhow I guess, haha. <3))
srikit started following you
Tamos spotted the Salarian, closest organic to its position who seemed comfortable here and wasn’t shopping at the tourist stores, and carefully approached him. Wringing its hands, it nodded in greeting. “Excuse me, sir. Do you have a digital map of the building I could download? I… am encountering navigational difficulties.”
Srikit appeared too pre-occupied with his own omni-tool to make eye-contact immediately. “You can download those things anywhere dude. It’s not even hard, you just—” As the salarian finally looked up, a perplexed expression appeared on his face. He took a step backwards, keeping his eyes fixed on the geth. “Wait, um. What are you?”
Tamos nodded at his explanation; it was unsure if it was allowed to tap into the buildings systems like that. People often objected to so much as the sight of a Geth standing at a terminal, after all.
But when their eyes met and the Salarian reacted, Tamos, too, took a step back. Its flap fluttered nervously as it answered, “I-I am Geth. I apologize i-if I disturb you…”
Sink or Swim
His words made her heart leap. He was so special- so incredible. She couldn’t believe her luck that he was hers, and vice versa. He loved, literally, forever. How many men, human or otherwise, could say the same?
The waitress returned as she opened her mouth to speak to him. Quickly, she changed gears. “Nope,” MJ said with a smile. The waitress moved off, thankfully, and she returned her attention to her boyfriend.
“That- Tamos. Darlin’. That might be th’ most romantic thing I’ve ever heard anyone say,” she admitted, “specially t’ me. I think I’d die without yah too- though I’m in no hurry t’ test th’ fact,” MJ added with a sly grin. Her hands in his traced his joints absently.
“Th’ reason I wanted t’ talk is- well, I was wonderin’… How d’ yah wanna play this? I mean, I don’t give two shits as t’ who knows. They can kiss my ass. But with th’ war an’ all, it might cause a ruckus- an’ people are panicky, stupid animals when they’re scared. I don’t… I just don’t want nothin’ t’ happen t’ yah, or th’ geth, or have this reflect badly on yah. I know the prejudice yah face ev’ry day. Don’t wanna make it no worse’n it is.”
Face pensive, she paused a moment before continuing.
“Might be worth a shot t’ just like… play it soft-like. Don’t hide nothin’- cause that implies what we doin’ is wrong, an’ it ain’t,” MJ added stubbornly, with a flash of her eyes. “But like… Don’t go ‘round advertisin’ neither. …Am I makin’ sense? Has this kinda thing ever happened before- a geth an’ a human or somethin’?”
This was a topic it had not considered. The only related thought it had considered was the potential for data their relationship offered, and how much all Geth could benefit from that. The Consensus endorsed their relationship, after all; evidently the grand mind at the center of Geth ‘society’ itself had dismissed the negative repercussions as either unlikely or easily outweighed by the positive ones.
Tamos was inclined to do the same, respecting their verdict, but Mary-Jane seemed nervous about it so it gave it some thought. While that processed, it answered her question, “Negative. Some Geth were close to their Quarian owners before or during the Morning War, but never a romance; we were much too simple at the time to even… even attempt that. Since then, the only… romantic relation any Geth has had, has been with another Geth—that is, Hunter and Prime. This is… foreign territory.” It lifted its flaps up and out in a wry sort of smile.
It returned its full attention to the issue at hand, then, and lowered its gaze to watch how she traced its knuckles.
It had insufficient data to judge how organic society would react to a Human/Geth relationship. As a Geth, it tended to automatically think of them like the Consensus—a large, connected body that would process the information then set it aside as irrelevant to their own lives and functions. But giving it further thought it had to mentally scoff at itself; that was its entire difficulty in integrating with them, the fact that they were fundamentally different. They were prone to gossip and drama and grudges and manipulation of facts.
And just like that, the picture of a bright future it had imagined for their relationship became something terrifying. They could both be ostracized from organic society, twisted by media and rumors into a monster and a someone sick and disturbed—or a monster and its victim. It could impact more than their reputation, too; it could effect their jobs as employers tire of the drama.
Its flaps clamped down and hands twitched in her grasp, optic dilating and brightening.
…But then, nothing could happen, as well. People might shrug it off as none of their business or as a stupid, impossible rumor they’d never believe unless they saw it for themselves—
And perhaps it was their job to ensure no one ever ‘saw it for themselves’. An unpleasant thought, that: was avoiding the possibility of drama worth the impact attempting secrecy could have on their relationship? Or if such a thing could impact their relationship at all, was their love weak or never true in the first place?
It knew its own answer to the latter, as every process immediately objected—loudly—to the mere suggestion that its love for her was weak or false. It could not answer for her, but trusted her—that was all it could do.
In the end, it could not predict the outcome. Even if it had sufficient data and intelligence, the thing in question—organic society—was innately unpredictable. Attempting to judge their reaction was a lost cause. So the question was: which could hurt their relationship more, the attempt at secrecy or the reaction the public may have to their relationship?
Tamos’s flaps drooped as it dwelt on this question for several long moments, only to find no answer hidden in its processes. Its flaps lifted and fell in a sort of ‘facial’ shrug. “I do not know,” it finally said. “I only know my priorities—your happiness and maintaining our relationship. I cannot judge others’s reactions to us, nor if ‘playing it soft’ would too easily cross the line into secrecy—or, for that matter, if secrecy would hurt us anyway. I am… underqualified to make this decision, but I suspect even if I were qualified I still would not know.”
It fluttered and oscillated its flaps, nodding to itself and finally looking up at her. “I will trust your judgment. We can… ‘play it soft-like’. I… I am not sure what that entails, but… I can follow your lead.” It squeezed her hand, gazing at her earnestly and trustingly. “Whatever you deem necessary, and anything you decide should parameters shift: I will follow.”
srikit started following you
Tamos spotted the Salarian, closest organic to its position who seemed comfortable here and wasn’t shopping at the tourist stores, and carefully approached him. Wringing its hands, it nodded in greeting. “Excuse me, sir. Do you have a digital map of the building I could download? I… am encountering navigational difficulties.”
Just use the Rocket Trooper mesh, and use texmod to give it a proper Tamos texture.
((Aaah that would work! Thanks! Though that would make all rocket troopers look like Tamos… XDDD))
(( I’m just trying to figure out model swapping in ME3 for great justice ))
Ahahaha you can do this in ME2 as well. I still haven’t been able to get it to work for ME3—it just crashes the game when you try.
((Yeah, ME3 will be a bitch, but I have a while before I get there with this so should have time… Hopefully someone will have figured it out by then. xD And hopefully I can replace the shep model with a black hunter with no pattern and blue lights, a la MP customization. <333
But as for ME2, still not sure which geth model I wanna use for that. I’ve tried it before, made it work, but only with the bright red rocket troopers and that’s a bit too garish for Tamos. XD (Was trying to make it the white model, but it refused to use that texture :C) But again, I have time! :D))
(( omg this is beautiful ))
((hahahaha INORITE. Thank you. :’D))
mathematical-savant started following you
Tamos scanned the man, searching for a file on or reference to him—he looked decidedly familiar.
Mere moments later, it returned a hit and nodded. “Archer, David, correct?” Its flaps fluttered uneasily at the memory of that project—Overlord, it had been called. An attempt to control the Geth, a study to get into their minds.
While under David’s control, their minds were hectic and perceptions skewed but they could tell their unwilling master was suffering as well. The whole thing was a disaster, ugly and unpleasant all around, and they both had Shepard to thank for their freedom.
It wrung its hands nervously, putting those thoughts from its mind—thankfully that wasn’t difficult, as its platform only carried cursory data on the project—and forced its flaps into a small smile for the man. “H-how are you, sir?”
