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“Full access, right.”
Jack chewed at her lip until she could faintly taste
copper, she caused her lip to bleed. Her tongue
dabbed at the small cut and the tattooed woman
ran her fingers over her face and crawled up towards
her hair line.“You’re a good fucking
person Shepard, I——”She found herself pacing, something she usually did
when she was feeling nervous, or anxious, even
agitated she paced."Say I find her, can I
get a shuttle?”
The commander nodded. "Yeah.” She’d said it in the prison, and she’d meant it. She doubted Cerberus would just let her go spelunking in all of their records, not with the number of skeletons in their closet. “I mean, there’s probably a limit to the Normandy’s access, but whatever we’ve got, you’ve got.” She waited for a reply from the other woman, watching her hands as they moved frenetically about her person.
The compliment took her aback. “Ehhh… I try.” She smiled at her, then watched Jack get up and being pacing at various rates of speed. It almost made her dizzy to watch. “You’ll have to ask Cortez for a favor, but as long as we don’t need it, it’s fine with me.” She shrugged. There was the small chance she wouldn’t come back, but after Pragia… she didn’t think the other woman would walk out on her.
tagged as: #subjectzerozerobullshit #the convict
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Relief washed over Wrex as the ice worked its magic. At first it was painful but now there was nothing but sweet sweet numbness. Maybe he should by a cooler and some ice packs before he headed back to Tuchanka. ”You think some assistant is going to help?” He turned to Shepard, shaking his head. “You don’t know what those women are like, Shepard, they’d just run through the poor guy to get to me! They’re not going to wait for some appointment!” Just thinking about all the women that will still be outside his dwelling when he got back was enough for him to crash his head into the counter again. “If it wasn’t the end before, it sure as hell feels like it now.”
"Blimey. Maybe you need a commando unit instead of a P.A.“ Shepard shook her head and held her hand up to order another round of drinks. She cast a sidelong glance at the hunched over krogan while she waited for the asari to bring them each another glass. "Well… I’m afraid all I can offer you is more alcohol. Unless you’d prefer running around the galaxy gathering war assets to em… fathering the new generation?” She wasn’t sure how to phrase the situation without offending him. Shepard knew he couldn’t leave his clan, especially not now that the genophage had been cured. She offered more out of a sense of humor than anything else.
tagged as: #daddyurdnot #popular demand
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The question made Sam grin. “I wish I had! It was really lovely to live there while I was studying. It’s just a gorgeous place - I mean, Horizon is as well, but it hasn’t got snow.” She clasped her hands behind her back, eyes shining like a child’s. “What part of London were you in?”
Shepard raised her eyebrows and let them drop. “Yeahhhh, well… you didn’t really go to school in the parts I grew up in.” A wry smile here. Her homesickness was rare and oddly specific. She missed a certain pub or the rain. She missed her brother more often than not. But the feeling didn’t last. She was usually glad to have left. Glad to be far away from tenth street. “I was born in Teddington, but I moved around a lot.”
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❝Yeah, maybe so. But let me tell you, I’m glad to have you back.
And so is the Normandy.❞ He stopped just shy of the large ship
laid out before them, familiar in style but improved, in Joker’s
eyes. He was still in awe. ❝Doesn’t she look better than ever,
Commander? Yeah, try getting that funded by the Council. And
you’ve actually saved their asses. I mean, I don’t trust these guys
as far I could throw ‘em, but… They can’t be all that bad, right?❞
Shepard had gone quiet beside Joker, and if he looked to the commander he would see why. She had finally seen what he’d brought her to see… the Normandy SR2 was illuminated in increments on the other side of a glass wall. She lifted a hand before she could think better of it, but it froze before she actually touched the glass. Fell back to her waist. “Oh my god.” She breathed. It was like looking at a ghost. It was like falling through time. She blinked so that her eyes wouldn’t tear up. The Cerberus logo kind of ruined the effect, but it was still profound.
tagged as: #glasspilot
He grunted in response to her thanks, and his eyes flicked over her, trying to discern what she was getting at. Tension saturated the air and he knew Shepard could possibly become hostile at this point. She had no need to be, he was being honest with her, he had no reason to lie, but all the same, she was steeped in resentment. He couldn’t deny this worried him, but also made him frustrated.
“If you want her to be happy, don’t worry about me then. I’m not here to steal her away from you or something, I’m here because I work for her. I do my best to help her, although she doesn’t always need my help.” He sighs, thinking about the many times he had messed with Glyph and how she had become pretty angry. But even so, he has done his best to help her with her new ‘business’. It’s not easy work, but he wasn’t used to anything being easy.
Shepard gave him a look. “I’m not worried about you.” She was offended that he’d insinuate that he was a threat to her. “The situation is what it is, regardless of how I feel about it.” She looked away from him, her jaw tight. It made her think of something her father had once told her when she was very little. Before everything went to hell. “You should never look in your neighbor’s bowl except to be sure they have enough to eat.” Jealousy is a petty emotion, and she’d accepted long ago that life wasn’t fair, that it was irrational to expect it to be. “I’m just making sure Liara has enough.”
It killed her to think that someone else might be enough, but it also killed her to think that if Cerberus had never rebuilt the commander that the woman she loved might be alone for the rest of her long, long life. It was better this way. Maybe not for Shepard, but for the people that mattered.
tagged as: #shadowbrokersshadow
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“Shouldn’t you worry about more important things Shepard? Headbutting people isn’t really a priority.” Wrex was highly amused by Shepard’s desire to learn, but he wasn’t going to say no. “ But if you really want to know, the trick is to frown when you do it.” Though many would be frowning before headbutting another, it was key to a successful headbutt.
"Well I don’t plan to smile at them, that would just be creepy.“ She gave her friend a disapproving look. "I think my priorities are just fine, thanks. We’re not losing any ground by taking a minute for ourselves every now and then. It’s actually important to maintain one’s sanity, don’t you think?” Even someone as battle hardened as Wrex had to understand the importance of getting right in the head, of letting off some steam, and of letting yourself smile every once in a while.
tagged as: #wrexofurdnot #the battlemaster
// Sorry I was gone so long, my job gets hella crazy on weekends.
9 drafts. Let’s get to ittttt.
tagged as: #out of scope
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She approached him quietly, not wanting to disturb him at whatever he was doing, waiting for him to look up or otherwise indicate he was ready to speak to her. “Professor.” She greeted him. “I just wanted to say that it does strike me as incredibly honorable, your building a clinic on Omega.” She was almost sorry they had to take him away from it.
tagged as: #drmordin #the professor #thanks for the follow!!
"♞"
“What’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here?”
Shepard raised eyebrows at the turian, then frowned. “Relax, Garrus. They’re cigarettes. And I’m keeping them hidden because Liara doesn't approve.” Not that she was worried the other woman might dispose of them, but she might give Shepard a disapproving look, maybe even a lecture.
tagged as: #codenamearchangel
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The commander’s mouth fell open, surprise written across her face. “Garrus!” She exclaimed, momentarily stunned. “What… what are you doing here?” Omega was the last place she’d have expected to find her old friend. “And you know I saw that throat shot, right? You going soft on me, Vakarian?” It was a pleasant surprise to find a friend under than helmet, instead of a foe. She’d been mildly concerned about getting out earlier, but she felt vastly reassured now. No one would be making it to this bridge now, not with two snipers and back up.
tagged as: #theroguesniper #archangel #reserved starter