[ Jack knows that fucking hunk of metal floating around in space the second she sees it. Knows it like the back of her hand, and considering the back of her hand is mapped out in very specific tattoos, that's pretty damn good. And thus, she's got her hand on the pistol strapped on her thigh and a curse on her lips the second she steps off the shuttle onto the landing dock. ]
You've gotta be shitting me...
[ And fuck if she cares who hears her talking to herself, they can mind their own damn business - she went through intergalactic war and then Scotty beamed her off to the city of eternal demon possession, creepy trains, and the lack of decent porn. Her life is hard, and some dickbag in charge of fate apparently decided to make it harder by shipping her off to the one place in the universe with the highest concentration of people that want her head on a pike hanging out in dark corners and alleyways. ]
Finally back in the right freaking galaxy, and this is the shithole I get dumped in? [ Ain't nobody got time for this shit. The hand not ready to get trigger happy on her pistol runs over her hair, pushing back a few strands, and an irritated grunt falls from her. Alright, let's do this. At least she's got her guns back. Stepping away from the bridge to the ship, combat boots fall heavy on the grime covered docking bay floor as Jack makes her way in, eyes on those around her and a mutter on her lips. ] I love you too, Powers That Be. And kindly go fuck yourselves.
Jack (CR AU) | Mass Effect | ota (landing zone)
You've gotta be shitting me...
[ And fuck if she cares who hears her talking to herself, they can mind their own damn business - she went through intergalactic war and then Scotty beamed her off to the city of eternal demon possession, creepy trains, and the lack of decent porn. Her life is hard, and some dickbag in charge of fate apparently decided to make it harder by shipping her off to the one place in the universe with the highest concentration of people that want her head on a pike hanging out in dark corners and alleyways. ]
Finally back in the right freaking galaxy, and this is the shithole I get dumped in? [ Ain't nobody got time for this shit. The hand not ready to get trigger happy on her pistol runs over her hair, pushing back a few strands, and an irritated grunt falls from her. Alright, let's do this. At least she's got her guns back. Stepping away from the bridge to the ship, combat boots fall heavy on the grime covered docking bay floor as Jack makes her way in, eyes on those around her and a mutter on her lips. ] I love you too, Powers That Be. And kindly go fuck yourselves.