#shipverse au || rebel is not a dirty word ( no reapers | shepard )

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: [ hostage ] in a police standoff, my muse holds your muse hostage. +reverse, izzy "holding garrus hostage" (as per garrus's idea, they're pretending) to flee the citadel in crime!izzy c-sec!garrus verse

Shit! Shit shit shit shit FUCK!!

This, Isabela thinks to herself as she unlocks her weapons locker, casting a wary glance at the C-Sec officer who's been hounding her for months, having only recently chased her through the Wards trying to arrest her, not quite trusting his sudden change of heart when he suggests she take him hostage, is absolutely insane, on both his and her part.

Because he's not just some patrol officer. She's looked into him - he's a fucking detective, and the son of one of C-Sec's best investigators, though his father has since retired and returned to Palaven. She has no way of being sure of his motives, but right now, she has to get out of here, and he isn't necessarily wrong...

He is her best chance of getting out. Whether or not she can get out alive, on the other hand, is a completely different matter. And she certainly doesn't trust that he won't just arrest her himself once they've escaped the scene.

"This is a horrible idea," she notes, turning her focus on the stash inside the locker, grabbing her M-5 Phalanx, M-11 Suppressor, and M-12 Locust, arming herself before grabbing several flashbang grenades, just in case she gets cornered. Because even if Vakarian is temporarily on her side, it's not like C-Sec is likely to try to take him out with lethal force.

"Not to mention excessive," she grumbles as she makes sure to keep as many objects between herself and the apartment windows as possible - even with the custom reinforced glass, she doesn't trust C-Sec not to be setting up snipers, though at least their best sniper happens to be trapped in the apartment with her.

Looking back at the turian, she sighs, "You've dug into my case - you know how I operate. I didn't kill anyone, because if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have left a fucking breadcrumb trail straight to my hideout." She won't say she wouldn't kill anyone - she's not in the habit of doing so, but sometimes it's unavoidable. This time, however, she can truthfully claim innocence in that much, at least. "Someone's paying C-Sec for this raid... and I think I might know who..."

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: “It’s so much easier to see the universe in black and white. Gray? I don’t know what to do with gray.” / garrus to izzy, pick a verse

A small frown tugs at her lips as she eyes the C-Sec officer warily. Sure, she had managed to convince the turian to listen to her, and maybe even believe her that she was definitely one of the few criminals on the Citadel that he had the least to worry about, despite her growing reputation. She's been making hell for the Sand dealers on the station, and that alone has been enough for them to try to get trumped-up charges against her with Citadel Security in hopes of getting rid of her.

Only the one detective that managed to finally actually track her down was far more reasonable than she could have hoped for, if his words were any indication. Still, she's not exactly sure what he's hoping to gain as she notes, "I'm not sure I'd be your best choice for a moral compass here, C-Sec. You said it yourself: I'm a criminal. Small-time, compared to others here in the Wards, but still a criminal all the same."

And okay, so maybe she's not as small-time as she's suggesting now, what with her dealings in hacking, theft, and information gathering for brokers, but at least she's not running tainted eezo, dealing in slaves, or some of the other shady shit she's refused to work with. Not that it's what she'd wanted to do with her life, but it turns out going legit when you have no real formal education and no real record besides a rap sheet full of street gang history from Earth is not something you're going to find even on the technological marvel of the Citadel.

Still, she can work with this, here and now, knowing an opportunity when she sees one. It's a bit underhanded, maybe, but if it keeps her out of jail, and the turian is clearly unsure with what to make of her by his own admission. He's been amenable so far to the idea of not arresting her and dragging her off to a jail cell for immediate processing, so maybe…

"Listen, why don't we make a deal? I know the proverbial underground here in the Wards, the 'who's who' of the criminal world on the Citadel, and a lot of their dirty little secrets, or at least how to get them. You let me go, and I'll tell you everything you want to know. You're not looking to bring in some information runner, right? You want to bust the Sand dealers, the slavers, the organ harvesters…"

"I can get you the intel you need to do it. But I can't do it from prison. You take me in, all my information goes out the airlock. Turn a blind eye to me, and I'll get you everything you need to bring those xenophobic bastards down." Not that it'll keep her from any of her other activities for the brokers and other clients. She does, after all, have to make credits to survive somehow.