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[Traynor hangs her head when Shepard holds her hand out, sheepishly handing over the bottle] ... you heard that, did you? Oh. Capital. I thought I was alone, is all.

[Shepard chuckles under her breath, leaning back against the counter. She offers a hand to take the bottle.] I do believe I qualify under a front line infantry by all accounts.

#commanderscarface #THE UNIVERSE NEEDS MOAR SAM LBR

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arte-et-marte

"If you've broken your omnitool-- or need it tweaked and overclocked-- please place it in the cylinder beside this desk that is most certainly not a dustbin. It merely looks that way, as I've just not gotten round to labeling it 'Samantha's Will-Get-To-Later p--..." She halts midstream and blinks, noticing this Turian isn't one she knows.

"... oh! Well. Hello there."

#arteetmarte

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[Traynor practically shrieks and drops the nigh-indestructible bottle onto the ground when Shepard approaches, as she quickly bends over to try and retrieve the slippery, rolling beverage dispenser] Commander! No, I'm... I'm quite capable. I mean, well. If you're not busy and you have a moment to spare, I suppose you could...

[ A smirk falls upon Shepard’s lips as she enters the mass hall, blue eyes gazing over to the specialist at the counter.] Need some help there, Specialist?

#commanderscarface #WAIFU #hai bb

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[Fidgets loudly and fruitlessly with the ostensibly twist-off cap of a flavoured malt beverage] Oh come on... You've got to be a bloody front-line infantryman to get this sodding cap off...

#ic #open #idk i just #come play with sam?

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[email protected]…

     Processing…

          Remote authentication successful.

               User “Traynor, S.” is online.

"Well. What have we here."

“I notice a number of you have left pings regarding faulty monitors, slow CPUs, and malfunctioning comm alerts. While I am sympathetic, I really can’t stress this enough, please stop downloading free-to-play games off the extranet. I know what the problem is here: you’re too trusting. You believe all people are basically good, and that the ones who designed ‘Cowboy Texas Hold’Em Round-Up 6000’-- and then didn’t ask for any of your money to play it-- want nothing but the best for you.”

“Well. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. They-- and by extension, you-- are dragging your system through a nightmare gauntlet of adware, trojans, and viruses. And frankly, I’m getting tired of fixing them for you.”

"… and for god’s sake, stop uninstalling the security programs I spent hours coding into your modules because they ‘were preventing you from playing extranet poker.’ They were doing that for a bloody reason!”

#don't mind me #i feel randomly sam today?

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[Text] Well, I do have a high priority ping here, but... it's from the council.

[Text] Shall I move it to your already-overflowing  "will get to later" bin?

[MSG: Traynor] can you just make sure anything that’s marked high priority gets to me and that’s it?

[MSG: Traynor] I need time to recover from the last mission helping Urdnot Grunt out.

#commanderscarface

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OutOfGUI: For those of you who are just now following me, hello! Sam is a character I've actually had for a while, though I've not touched her in two months at this point.

You've probably seen me around otherwise, though. Perhaps on my SHEPARD, my TALI, or my ASHLEY.

#ooc #out of graphical user interface

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'Specialist Traynor, I could just download these games onto a modern gaming platform so we could continue battling more easily...’ 'No thanks, EDI.  Playing on these old classics is the only way I can be sure you aren't getting into the system and cheating.' 'I do not cheat.' 'Your lvl. 100 Charizard would disagree with you, there.”

#SNORT #can this be a thing

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Well. That's normally sent on lower-priority channels, which I've scripted an automatic filter for. [Smiles] I only "sort through" high priority messages with anything resembling active labour.

commspecialisttraynor started following you

Hey, aren’t you that new yeoman on the Normandy? Pfft, what’s it like sorting through Shepard’s fan mail? I bet there’s a fuckton of it.

#subjectjack

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"Don't sell yourself too short. I've heard legendary things about you, commander. Though admittedly, none of them had to do with your taste in alcohol. Beyond the fact that you have one, anyway." Jenna's invitation to speak freely, made with an impassive wave of the hand and a tone that clearly communicates a complete lack of respect for established regulations, makes her smirk.

"Well. I really shouldn't complain, but... This is all very new to me. And I don't just mean the cramped quarters or the lukewarm shower. It's this war. It's terrifying... And I'm not a soldier, commander," as she hangs her head a bit, more than a little ashamed to be one of very few non-soldiers aboard this ship.

"I belong in a laboratory, or a cluttered office with a perpetually full coffee mug, probably with a humourous slogan written across the centre. Not a stealth warship filled with soldiers and heroes. I just... hope I don't let you down, is all."

“That so?” Jenna cocks her head with an expression of amusement. “Well, then perhaps you shouldn’t take my recommendation. I’m known for a hell of a lot of things, but a refined palate isn’t one of them. I know exactly enough about alcohol to make sure I get good and limber, but that’s about it.”

She hasn’t missed the momentary discomfiture that her idle comment produced, and she turns to lean against the railing again, folding her arms. “What’s on your mind, Traynor? Permission to speak freely already granted, etc., etc.,” she adds, waving one hand absently.

#cmdrblackjackshepard

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"I wasn't aware the lead mechanical engineers at Cerberus had a flair for humours fits of irony," she says with a visible smirk, sliding both hands behind her head as she reclines upon her pillow and gazes up towards the ceiling. Her hazel-brown eyes go quite wide when EDI rattles off her 'vocal sample;' she's always found it more than a little fascinating (and a bit unnerving) how she can completely alter her voice at will.

"Well. As... morbid as that sample was-- and believe me, it was rather morbid, I should compliment you for your voice acting skills. Oh, hang about... that's brilliant, actually! You know," as she sits herself up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed as she stands up, excitedly.

"When this nasty war-business is over, you should get a job as a voice actress. I bed you'd sound wonderful on a Saturday morning cartoon... They wouldn't even need to bloody hire anyone else. I assume you can do male voices, too?" Now, she's clearly enjoying herself way too much. Though she feels a huge lump of apprehension wedge up inside her throat when EDI actually agrees-- no, suggests on her own-- to spend some shore leave time with her.

"Oh! Well. You know. If you're not doing anything else, and... and if won't be a bother..."

Boredom.

#gynoidcopilot #Boredom #this sat in my drafts for FAR too long #i am so sorry

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And when their base is nothing but a smoking crater, remember that you’re the one who helped us find them.

#cision queue mark 4

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OutOfGUI: That complimenty thing gives me an oddly large resurgence to my Sam-muse?

... yes. Yes it does. Who wants to do things?

#ooc #out of graphical user interface #SERIOUSLY WHO DID THE THING

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Samantha Traynor

url: commspecialisttraynor.tumblr.com Status: Inactive

It’s always nice to see attention given to non-crew member characters. It’s even better when they are portrayed as spot on and entertaining as this one.

From the banter to the amusing notices posted, the writer has managed to fully capture both the humor and the witty intelligence of Traynor. Very well written, their posts are a delight to read through and effortlessly convey the tone of the character presented. If even currently inactive, this is still a great blog to read.

#FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF #HELP #WHO DID THIS THING

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"I wanted them defeated, I wanted Earth saved.  But I never wanted to physically tear them in half and watch them blow up."

#cision queue mark 4

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Sam explaining something technical. :P Go go British accent!

Of all the noises that my children will not understand, the one that is nearest to my heart is not from a song or a television programme or an advert jingle. It’s the sound of a modem connecting with another modem across the repurposed telephone infrastructure. It was the noise of being part of the beginning of the extranet, and sadly, I’ve only heard it in vids.

#xenosciencestudies #answered #Voice Meme

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"Ha, well... That's very confident of you." The specialist stammers a moment, allowing the commander to take the offered cup of coffee out of her hand before she's forced onto the spot with rather specific questions.

"Oh, um. Admiral Hackett's being his usual self. You know... ten pings to your private terminal per hour, each of them labeled 'urgent,' and each one saying precisely the same thing as the last. So, you, um... seem to be in need of some company..."

"Longs and understatement," however relaxed she had appeared had quickly melted away, and with one swift roll she was sitting upright with both elbows settling above her knees, slouching forward with a stupid grin.

"What would I do without you, Sammy? Thanks." The very smell of the coffee was beginning to knock away the pulsing pain in her head, and with a deep purring mmmm, sipped the mug. “How’er things in the CIC? Hackhett not buggin’ to get through to me yet, huh?"

#thedarkpanther