Seanu Reaves
The Shogun of Gaming
“Wait, Krogan!” Artemis called to the reptilian crewmate. “If it isn't a bother, would you mind staying out here? Always good to get to know your teammates right?”
Artemis gave the Krogan what was supposed to be a comforting smirk while tipping her hat, though with her facial markings and the shadow from her hat's brim probably made her just look predatory.
Artemis sighed, trying to figure out how to word her questions. Wrex was known around the Galaxy by this point as a brutal combatant, yet he was still targeted. Artemis flicked the scope of the rifle up and made sure it was secure to the work bench. Her fingers dancing on her omni-tool as she started with her diagnostic scanner, starting by focusing. on her scope. Her hands finally descended onto the gun itself, practiced hands removing the Thermal Scope quickly. Then the real work began, her thin blue fingers making little adjustments as exacting as a surgeon.
“People in the Alliance call me Artemis, by the way. Pleasure to meet you.” Her rifle extends to full length with a series of clicks, after a closer inspection Artemis lets out a soft. “Good the High-Velocity Barrel is looking fine…”
“I was wondering, what you think about this mission? While I am excited to work with a Shepard… Something seems off.” Artemis zoomed in on her omni-tool, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She pulled a plate off the side of her rifle and began fidgeting with some of the internal bits of her weapon.
Artemis gave the Krogan what was supposed to be a comforting smirk while tipping her hat, though with her facial markings and the shadow from her hat's brim probably made her just look predatory.
Artemis sighed, trying to figure out how to word her questions. Wrex was known around the Galaxy by this point as a brutal combatant, yet he was still targeted. Artemis flicked the scope of the rifle up and made sure it was secure to the work bench. Her fingers dancing on her omni-tool as she started with her diagnostic scanner, starting by focusing. on her scope. Her hands finally descended onto the gun itself, practiced hands removing the Thermal Scope quickly. Then the real work began, her thin blue fingers making little adjustments as exacting as a surgeon.
“People in the Alliance call me Artemis, by the way. Pleasure to meet you.” Her rifle extends to full length with a series of clicks, after a closer inspection Artemis lets out a soft. “Good the High-Velocity Barrel is looking fine…”
“I was wondering, what you think about this mission? While I am excited to work with a Shepard… Something seems off.” Artemis zoomed in on her omni-tool, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She pulled a plate off the side of her rifle and began fidgeting with some of the internal bits of her weapon.