Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Life aboard the Normandy was better than most ships, it was a highly advanced models with many amenities that allowed for a comfortable living experience for all those aboard. There was also the funding which gave the crew some of the finer things, and thus for the most part people were happy with their lot aboard the ship in space. However that was not true of some. The high stress lifestyle cause a great deal of tension between many of the crew members and with a mix of aliens and Cerberus operatives, two groups which ordinarily didn't mix, only more stress compiled. Miranda Lawson was one such crew member, someone who found her role quite stressful, though nobody would ever know it by looking at her, Miranda never looking anything more than calm and controlled. In fact Miranda was a control freak and expected everything to go the way she wanted it to, which was generally the right way, at least to most people, and she generally got her way. One reason was her personality, she was highly intelligent, confident, and quite cold in order to maintain the superior image she had worked so damn hard to achieve. So while she found her role aboard the shit high stress she created the same feeling for many of the other people aboard the ship. One such person, and perhaps the person most disposed to blowing up in the presence of the Operative, was Jack, Jacqueline Nought. She was an individual that was more prone to blow up than anyone else, she hated Miranda, or at least seemed to, and with a decent mix of good reasons and nonsense. Jack by all accounts had a right to hate Cerberus, the organization had turned her from an innocent child into what she was today, Subject Zero, a name nobody dared call her but summed up what had been done to her quite well. Jack had been put through a countless number of unethical tests and trials to turn her into a killing machine, to advance her biotic ability and to twist and tear at every emotional pillar she stood upon. So when she exploded or got upset with Miranda there was little that could be done by anyone on the ship, especially with Miranda sticking to a firm policy that Cerberus was not at fault and that rogue scientists ruined her life, and nobody could really be sure what was true. Their fights had caused much turmoil on the ship and there wasn't a moment where one of them wasn't ready to go for the other person's throat. Then again they had different approaches, Jack yelling and screaming and Miranda remaining calm even in the midst of their arguments, which only served to further infuriate Jack most of the time. One such example of this was earlier that day, when Jack busted into Miranda's office and demanded more than she had a right to, which by the end had turned in to a biotic standoff where Miranda did what she always did, denied and refused to put fault on Cerberus. In the end it was Shepard who ended it but it was the worst of all the fights between Jack and Miranda and had Miranda frustrated beyond belief. For Miranda frustration wasn't to be shown in front of others, only in rare moments did she let any real emotion seep through and she had never truly relaxed with another person, ever. Sure there were moments where she would be more genuine than others but nothing else even close to having her guard down. So it wasn't until Jack had been done away with and Shepard left, that she locked her door and went over to collapse in her chair. Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose and a small growl of frustration escaped her lips. Shepard had scolded her before she had left, given her a little 'Would it be so bad to admit Cerberus fucked up?' before leaving her to her own thoughts. Miranda couldn't rebuke, there was no much to say when she had answers nobody else did, but her loyalties were to Cerberus and Jack was not someone she gave a damn about. Then again the stress wasn't all Jack's fault, Miranda's job brought with it enough stress and responsibility to be manageable by only her alone, Miranda's superior genes and natural abilities making her solely capable of doing so much work for both Shepard and the crew as well as the work she was responsible for on command of The Illusive Man. Besides Miranda herself caused much of her stress and friction all on her own. She hadn't been with another person since before arriving on the Normandy, she hadn't even pleasured herself since arriving, and while she had grown accustomed to having no special anyone it was a hindrance when combined with all the other stress in her life. That translated into cocky and sarcastic statements, antagonizing of her favorite punching bag Jack, and a general harshness that made her few to no friends aboard the ship. After a few moments Miranda arose from her chair, a huff escaping her lips as she straightened herself out, the short moment of unwinding being coiled back up as she made sure she looked presentable, which was more aptly defined as perfect, and went back towards the door. She still had things to do, she had to go see a few Cerberus crew members for updates and then she had the training Shepard had made mandatory, something she never really enjoyed, especially since she had yet to lose against any of the opponents Shepard had pit her against, in fact nobody had even come close. At least it gave her a chance to stroke her own ego and it would be a distraction from all of the compiled shit she had to deal with. Yes, she just had to finish a few more things and she could go get in some exercise before going back to her room for a bit.