Miranda Lawson is a biotic prodigy (rightonthemoney) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-31 22:37:00 |
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Who: Miranda Lawson and a Sentinel.
What: A Sentinel tries and fails to 'take care' of our favourite Australian biotic.
When: Sometime.
Where: Someplace, in some city in the OC.
Rating: PG13 for Miranda smacking around a Sentinel. Clearly. Or, well, it smacking her around.
Status: Complete.
Ever since that incident in the desert, it seemed like life had become completely and utterly boring. There was nothing to tax Miranda, nothing to give her cause to use her biotics... sure, she could’ve tried to contact someone to put them to better use, but a part of her feared alerting Cerberus to her presence.
Maybe she could learn to tolerate the peace. It was certainly better than being shot at every other minute.
It didn’t mean that she was completely unnoticed. Something in her bio signature was of interest to at least one being. The Sentinel hovered near the building, scanning it for it’s contents, and trying to determine the threat level.
That would probably be why something felt a little... off today. Maybe it was just the way her biotics were developing, or some ridiculous paranoia inspired by the strangeness that seemed to happen on a daily basis... Miranda tried to ignore it. No point in panicking over nothing.
Not least because Shepard would royally take the piss. Forever.
Something seemed off indeed. It was enough of an off that at first opportunity, the Sentinel fired at Miranda. It had already lost contact with several of it's bretheren, and wasn't about to mess around!
It was a good thing Miranda’d had that sense of ‘offness’, because it gave her more than enough time to dodge that. She swore under her breath, regretting not having a gun on her for the first time in... oh, about a week.
What could she say? The OC was a dangerous place... at least she still had her biotics. The electrical field pulsed around her as she got up from her hiding place, throwing a blast at... whatever the hell that thing was.
The blast hit the sentinel square on, blowing it into several pieces. It started to reform itself, from both it’s damaged parts and a shopping cart it had landed near. It fired another laser, and then rushed in to get close!
What in the world...? How did that even make sense?! Miranda barely evaded that laser, throwing another blast. At least this time she tried to aim, more at its head than anything else... well, it tended to work on other things, so why not this?
Blue energy surrounded the sentinel's head, and it stopped in it's tracks as it tried to adapt to the mutant's attack. It had no signature, but it was positive now that that was what it was dealing with.
One tendril-like arm wrapped itself around Miranda's ankle and yanked!
If it’d been able to call her a mutant, Miranda would’ve kicked its head off. Much as she was sure it wouldn’t do much. She swore when it yanked her off her feet, her biotics crackling out of sheer irritation. “You bastard thing!”
This would be a good time to think of a strategy. Not the easiest thing to do in the middle of combat!
Another tendril wrapped around Miranda, trying to pin her arms against her side. The Sentinel thought the mutant’s powers were based on her hands, or the use of her hands. Thus, it wanted to remove the danger.insert tentacle-rape joke here
Good thing it was completely wrong, then. Miranda had already figured out her biotics came from her mind, not from any ability to aim them at anything... half-wishing she had a decent amp, she simply tried to focus her biotics against those tendrils - with any luck? It’d take the hint and piss right off.
And piss right off they did. The sentinel let out an electronic screech, shuddering and letting go. It hit the ground and twitched, laser firing erratically and in all directions. A car exploded.
Miranda would take that as an acceptable loss. She’d even pay to replace the damn car if someone complained, considering ‘it exploded because of a giant metal thing’ wasn’t exactly going to work as an excuse. Even with how strange the OC was, there were always people who didn’t believe.
“Good bloody riddance...” She’d have to warn Shepard about this. That was, if the other woman didn’t already know.
It twitched once more, and then with a beep, stopped moving.