Setting: Spaaaaaace!

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor is hard at work in his starship's armory. He's in charge of maintaining an impressive array of assault rifles, heavy pistols, grenade launchers, and other implements of destruction and defense. Jacob's aware that the lives of his friends and crewmates might depend on the condition of these weapons. It's a job he takes seriously, and it's a job he's good at.

When your character enters, Jacob turns away from his electronic console to greet them.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"

Comments

[ungrounded]

"Yes. I'm heading planetside, so I'll need a sidearm," Lafiel answered promptly. "Any recommendations?"

[notacaptain]

"Jacob."

Shepard smiles, leaning back against the nearby table casually. With how often she drops by for a chat, it's eventually going to develop an impression of her backside.

"You got a minute?"

To the casual observer it might seem like she's overly friendly, maybe even flirtatious, but they couldn't be further from the truth. After all this time, she's still trying to figure out how Cerberus suckered a decent guy like Jacob Taylor into working for them.

[torpedos]

"No thanks, I'm just looking around." She smiles brightly and turns away to admire a wall of rifles.

Angela's a recent transfer to the ship, and doesn't officially start a duty rotation until tomorrow but she wants to get a feel for the place. Besides, she's been pretty excited to see what kind of artillery they're packing ever since she got the transfer notice.

[shooteverything]

Heine's probably not a familiar face, as new to the ship as he is, but if first impressions are any indication, Jacob can expect him to be a frequent visitor. At the moment he's carrying an assault rifle— or, what used to be one, before he put it through a blender or something.

It's in one piece, but only just. He holds it up and at least has the good grace to look slightly guilty.

"Captain told me to come down here." For obvious reasons. He hefts its weight and shrugs, like this isn't his fault. "Can you do anything with this?"

[restinpieces]

"...Yeah."

The engineer's helmet folds up into itself in a matter of seconds, the visor light turning off as his face is revealed.

"This might sound kind of crazy, but do you think it'd be possible to jerry rig a set of sawblades to a mass accelerator while keeping them within a limited mass effect field?" Isaac Clarke isn't a practical physicist, so he doesn't know how the individual components work. How they could work together is more his paygrade, though right now this could run the risk of losing some necessary limbs.