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‘Ooh Commander how are we going to do the war thing when I feel like my brain has slipped out of my ear and onto the floor?’ She laughed softly as she bit into the toast, taking her time with her meal. ‘I feel like I’ve been- hit… by a mako, and then backed over and thrown up into a reaper beam. I don’t- does T’soni have any pain meds for my headache? Any quick cure to this hangover?’
Shepard took a bite of food and chewed with a smile. “Maybe get a dust pan to sweep our brains up off the floor before Vega trips on one of them.” Her smile widened and she took a big bite of toast. “Oh man, I love food.” She tried to maintain a ladylike speech pattern but it was difficult with a mouth full of toast. She raised an eyebrow at her question regarding the asari and her tone became a bit more reserved, less giddy. “Ah, Liara’s not that kind of doctor, really. Maybe we should see if Chakwas will take pity on us.”
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Javik had previously assumed the question would come up eventually, and he thinks nothing of the way it was worded. But he does not reply immediately, slowly turning his head to look at the woman he now called Commander. Dual pupils flicked to the side and then back to Shepard as he thought on his answer. To him, it feels as if it takes much longer for him to answer than what it truly does.
“No. I never liked any of them, merely tolerated.” Javik’s arms are soon folded across his chest as he shifts his weight onto one foot, “.. But they were good for distraction when it was needed most.”
She considered his answer with a deep breath and raised eyebrows. “That sounds awfully lonely, even if it was back when everyone else… shared your views.” That sounded far more diplomatic than saying back when everyone else was a complete sodding racist. Not that the English could really speak out against imperialism without being complete hypocrites, considering their long distant history. “I’m just saying there’s a lot of good people you miss out on when you keep your sights so narrow.”
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“And, Cerberus isn’t going to deny you access to the rest of my files? Like my parental’s birth, my lineage?” Jack was jerking her hand every way and which way she could. Her thumb sticking out as she was trying to compile her thoughts all into one. She knew she came from Eden Prime, her mother was still alive but no location of her father. Damn, she could care less about him anyway seeing how he was never in the picture to begin with. But it would of been nice to know who he was, who she was for that matter.
”Yeah, yeah. I’ll ask him.” Jack’s thoughts were racing as she paced, stopping when she finally came to one conclusion. She’d leave now, as soon as she could. They had time right? Jack was unsure but the only thing on her mind now was to find her mother and figure out what happened, whether her mother was safe or hurt. If Cerberus had gotten to her and manipulated her mother until she had lost her mind, she would dismember every last member of that organization.
”So, when can I leave?”
Shepard spread her hands, palms up, and shook her head. “I gave you my access, which I’m sure is quite limited considering my feelings on Cerberus. I doubt they would let me do much damage. But you’re welcome to whatever I can access. It’s possible that Chambers can help you, I would say Miranda but…” She trailed off with a heavy sigh. “In any case, it’s more than you had before. I’d talk to Liara, too. I can give you her comm channel if you like.” She stiffened visibly when mentioning the asari. It was likely Jack might have learned from other crew members about her previous relationship with the other woman. Regardless, Shepard cleared her throat and continued.
She smiled when Jack asked when she could leave. “Well, aren’t you getting a bit ahead of yourself? Don’t you want to find out who this woman is, where she is, before you board the shuttle and head off into the unknown. I mean, I get it, I wish I’d gotten to know my own parents better before they died, but… maybe be careful?” She worried her cautionary words would upset the biotic, she was only looking out for Jack but sometimes the other woman didn’t know how to respond to that.
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Sam’s brow furrowed as she tried to interpret Shepard’s meaning. “Oh. Well.” She coughed. “I mean, I’ve only really seen the area around where I went to school. Moving around very much would make it…troubling. That’s understandable. My only big move when I was young was when my parents split, and that was…jarring.” To say the least, but she doesn’t say that part.
She seemed surprised when Traynor mentioned her parents splitting up, she hadn’t known that about her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I know how difficult that can be.” Not that her own parents had split up. They never really had the chance to before they’d died. But she knew how hard it was to feel like you’d lost your way of life, to be moved around and feel alone. At least Shepard had her brother with her. “Do you have any siblings?”
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‘No wonder- I drink my weight in vodka.’ Opening the pantry, she grabbed whatever she could find and placed it onto the pan whilst nearly burning the toast in the process. ‘Okay, all is ready… if it’s bad blame my hangover ma’am. I can’t even think straight.’
Shepard gave a shrug and squinted a bit. “I mayyyy have switched from wine to rum when we got to the bar. I’ve got to hand it to that bartender, salarian or no he fixed a damn good dark and stormy.” The resulting headache she had made her wonder if his skills were worth it, though. “I’m sure it’s fine, let’s eat.” She grabbed a pair of plates for the lieutenant commander.
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She simply stared at the Commander, trying to refrain from showing her hurt at her words, and her anger. “Shepard…please do not try to control my word choice. I am happy— as happy as one in my state could be..this job..it has opened so many doors, given me opportunities..” She glanced towards the large window then, the view of Illium from her office could be described as breath taking. “Please, do not concern yourself with me and my profession. I have found that it suits me rather well.” She offered a small smile then, hoping to keep the woman she loved from lecturing her further.
She couldn’t help but let her jaw fall, her mouth open in utter shock for several moments before the commander could regain her composure. “Do not concern myself with you…” She repeated, her voice distant and breathless. Yesterday she’d put her on an escape shuttle, gotten her to safety regardless of her own. The night before they’d lain in bed together, their profiles aligned and she’d complained that she had cartilage in her face and Liara had laughed and apologized. And now she was telling Shepard not to be concerned with her. The brunette blinked and looked away from the asari. “Well then. I suppose you won’t be interested in the intel I have on the Shadow Broker’s location.”
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Her expression made him inwardly shudder. He was certain she only reserved that look for people she was genuinely displeased with. Great. Her threatening catwalk earned her nothing more than a glassy eyed stare, his hands clasped in front of him. “You did ask me yes. I gave you my answer. What more do you want?” Frustration simmered inside him, but he maintained his animosity, for now.
“I treat her with respect. I ask nothing of her but to at least let me repay what I owe her for rescuing me.” Her words stung him, but now he could not be stopped. “Make me regret it? Make me regret it? Try being strapped into a chair for two years, Shepard. I was tortured for two fucking years. I would have rather been dead. There is nothing you can do to me that I haven’t already experienced.” He paused, trying to regain control of his anger. “Unless you plan on killing me. I doubt Liara would be pleased with that.”
"I want her to be happy! I want her to not be a ghost of herself. I want…” She trailed off, her eyes shinier than they had been before answering him. She wanted things she was incapable of providing for the asari. She ran fingers through her bangs, let her hand linger on her forehead. “I want you to give her what I apparently can’t.” It killed her. It wounded her like very few things in life had. Admitting it out loud was physically painful, and she couldn’t keep the expression of it off of her face, despite how much she didn’t want this near stranger to know such an intimate thing.
His mention of his time on the Shadow Broker’s ship melted that anger quickly, she looked entirely taken aback. “I wasn’t threatening to tie you to a chair, Feron, bloody hell.” She could see where he would have read that between the lines, though. “If I wanted to make your life hell, I’m a spectre and you’re a spy, I could do it with red tape and paperwork. And if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t make threats about it. I’d take you out from the next building over and call it a day. But I would never break Liara’s heart like that.” Not again, anyways. “Look, I’m sorry for what you went through, I really am. But I don’t want Liara sinking further down this horrific spiral of hers, and you have it in your power to offer her a… reprieve.”
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”Commander, it’s not like th—…” By this point, she’s certain she’s offended the commander somehow, and precisely how awful she feels about that is written all over her face, despite her attempts to hide her frown. She doesn’t finish her earlier sentence— Shepard’s clearly on edge, understandably so, and Kelly doesn’t want to push her over it. “… I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, ma’am. I won’t take up anymore of your time, but I’ll be here if you need me.”
Ah, bloody hell. She was so angry to be aboard the ship that she’d bullied the damn secretary. Her anger deflated visibly and she cleared her throat. “I… apologize. I doubt you personally had anything to do with what happened there. I just–” She paused and sighed deeply. “You’re the brain shrinker, you know all about adjustments.” The commander had already made it clear that she wouldn’t be here if there were any other option, but what she hadn’t realized until Chambers’ reaction that it would only make things worse to alienate everyone on this ship because of that. It wasn’t their fault that Cerberus was evil, and it wasn’t their fault that they’d brought her back to life or that she’d lost everything while she’d been gone. “You didn’t deserve that. I disagree with your assessment of Cerberus for very good reasons, very personal reasons… but none of those are your fault.”
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