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Reopening communications
Hackett sat down at his desk once more, a sense of deja vu over coming him, it had been several months since he last messaged her, worrying about the state of things. He turned his holo display on, pulling up his contacts and selecting Shepard from them.
“Shepard, I apologize for my sudden withdrawal, but you more than anyone know the state of the galaxy and what we must do to prepare for the coming threat. It will be good to stand at your side again, and I look forward to seeing you at Anderson’s Farewell party, and who know, maybe I can see some action in the next fight with the reapers.
Hackett out.”
He ended the message curtly, sending it before continuing his meanderings about his stateroom, thinking to himself. It would be nice, and this time, he would be sure to have his armor and weapons ready, the new N7 Destroyer armor was fresh out of the labs, and ready for combat, maybe he could try it out in the field for himself.
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Hackett didn’t have much to do, Joker was a superb pilot, and EDI tended to handle the auxiliary systems with ease, even while operating the cyberwarfare suite. As it was he could barely keep up with the sudden shifts and subtle changes in the engines output as Joker maneuvered, so he resigned himself to assigning target priorities based on the information EDI was gathering and feed through the ship’s consoles, seeking the weak spots on the enemy craft. He might not be in command, but he knew how combat worked, and he wasn’t an admiral for nothing.
Using comm channels, he sent a message to the escort ships he had brought, informing them to spread out but stay in formation in order to maximize the five ships attack efficiency, he just wished he had the same control over the Cerberus ships to tell them to get beside the Normandy, rather than ahead of it.
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You don't want to be my enemy.: zaeedgoddamnmassani: Shepard was standing over Joker’s left shoulder... →
Hackett startled from his nap, but quickly came to his senses. he figured if he was sitting in the copilots seat, he could offer Joker some back up. He listened to Shepard as she gave a little bit of a pep talk, it was nice.
“Joker, I’m a bit rusty at this, but I think I can help with keeping the engines in line so you can focus on flying us through hell and back.” Hackett smiled cockily at Shepard, Zaeed and Joker. It may have been years since he had been a fly boy, but when you’re in command of a ship, you still have to know it all.
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You don't want to be my enemy.: admiral-hackett: Hackett watched as Shepard walked through the CIC... →
It wasn’t quite what he meant, not a sitrep at least, but she clearly had things handled. Hackett finally took his hand off her shoulder, deciding he could support her just as well from the co-pilots seat, which as usual, was empty, and surprisingly comfortable. It wasn’t long before his lack of sleep caught up with him and he was quietly nodding off, listening to Joker and EDI squabble as they were want to do. The last images his eyes caught before drifting was of Shepard standing there steadfast, just waiting.
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You don't want to be my enemy.: memorystealer: Always have to be strong, don’t you, Shepard? Kasumi... →
Hackett watched as Shepard walked through the CIC forward to the front of the ship to join Joker. She looked warn, but was standing strong still, as she always would, she couldn’t be anything else. Hackett decided to join her, maybe his presence could make her feel a little better.
Walking the same path Shepard had just walked, he noticed just how quiet it had really become, people weren’t even whispering softly to each other, and it was disconcerting. Finally reaching her, he stopped and placed his right hand on her left shoulder, startling her slightly, “Shepard, it’s just me.” He shook his head at her.
“Your crew needs you now, more than ever, I know this, and it’s a strain, but remember, it’s the small things in life that bring us some measure of peace of mind, so don’t wear yourself out too much. So maybe a word of encouragement to your crew might be good as well.” Hackett smiled at her softly and squeezed her shoulder slightly, reassuringly, letting her know he was there for her as well.
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We're Going to Need a Bigger Boot, Commander: “You can wait in the CIC. I’ll make sure Joker knows we’re docking... →
“You can wait in the CIC. I’ll make sure Joker knows we’re docking with another ship. Kaidan, call the squad in for a briefing. We’ll be meeting here in fifteen to watch Nellis’ recording. There’s not much we can do right now, but I’d like everyone to know what we’re up against.”
Kaidan…
Hackett was still lost deep in his own personal thoughts when something broke through to him in this quiet place:
“Attention all squad members, this is Alenko. Shepard and I have questioned Commander Nellis and he’s given us some information we can use in the upcoming battle. All squad members are requested for immediate briefing in the comm room.”
Something new, that was good, but he still wasn’t sure about the necessity of his presence at the meeting, but he figured he might as well be there, if only for any advice he could give.
The trek back to the CIC was short and uneventful, the trip to the Comm room was even shorter, and even less eventful, he didn’t see a single person until he found Alenko in the Comm room. “Commander…I hope I can be of some use.” Hackett took a position in a corner, leaning up against the wall, the longer he stayed on the ship, the less of an admiral he acted. Hackett liked to think if he wasn’t with the alliance, he might have a lot more in common with a man like Zaeed Massani.
After assuming the most comfortable pose he could manage in his corner, he waited for everyone else quietly.
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Hackett had been wandering aimlessly through the ship, somehow avoiding everyone, even when the commotion began about this Nellis, crashing himself, and not his ship amazingly enough, into the side of the Normandy. He’d heard snatches of something about a little sniper practice, but he hadn’t been invited and he didn’t feel like intruding.
Instead he went to the Starboard Observation deck, a place he knew no one would be. It was quiet and dark when he first entered, and just as the lights began to flicker to life he hit a switch near the door, killing the lights, bathing himself in darkness and the emptiness of space as the door slid shut behind him, only the noise of it sealing shut, a soft push of air. All alone, in the dark, he could see out into space, and look upon the stars, it was beautiful, cold, and inviting. He could remember looking up at the stars as a child, it always felt like they were beckoning him, always calling to go further out, and so he did, he joined the military and traveled the farthest reaches.
There was never anything to stop him from his love of the emptiness that always sought to be filled, nothing except promotions anyways. He was a good ‘soldier’, he was also a good leader, it came natural, and so he advanced up the chain of command until he was so high he was back to where he was when he was a child, spending more time looking up at the stars, wishing to be traveling among them. Being with Shepard was good, it got him out, but he didn’t know how much help he could offer. As it was he was risking so much putting off the inevitable, he knew eventually the higher ups would force his hand…but until then, he’d give her as much time as he could.
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Assassin’s Creed.
…I’m not sure if I should be happy or not.
Skyrim.
Oh sweet jesus c:
Saints Row 3?
This is acceptable to me.
Fuck. It turns out I’m a cyborg super-soldier taken from my family at the age of seven to fight off aliens hell-bent on the destruction of humanity. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I also have to fight an ancient parasitic species and crazy high-tech robots with laser beams. At least I have a hot holographic artificial intelligence to keep me company while I drift away in space…
Oh good lord, I have quite the headache than, as I seem to need to shoot myself in the head every few minutes to summon a powerful being to cast things…my world is suddenly very confusing(Tali seems to share this problem)*Goes back to playing P3FES*
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5th Fleet: Hackett had found himself wandering the CIC he before he noticed it,... →
Zaeed raised an eyebrow at the Admiral, hiding his bleeding hand behind his back. ”Um, no, I was just looking for Mordin…” He trailed off awkwardly, trying to think of a reason why he’d be looking for the Salarian doctor. ”I… needed to ask him about doing a tune up on the cybernetics,” he said, with a small wave at his eye, wincing even as he said it at the pathetic nature of the excuse. ”If he’s not here, I should probably… go find him or something…” Feeling Hackett’s eyes on him, he froze in the doorway, still trying to hide his bloody hand from the Alliance man. ”You feeling any better?”
Hackett raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, who was clearly lying through his teeth, “A bit, seems to be healing up nicely.” He finally noticed that Zaeed was doing a fair job of keeping Hackett’s notice away from his hand, “Hey, I need to go find something to assuage my boredom, so I think I’ll head down to Miss Goto’s room if she isn’t busy, so…why don’t you take care of this…for me, you know.” Hackett handed the man the opened medigel pack before quickly darting past Zaeed and out of the lab.
Next he shot a message to Kasumi, “Miss Goto, would you mind some company?” Even if she wasn’t, he could try the mess hall and hope it’s empty and snack in some cookies if any were left.
