( Filtered to the (current and former) Normandy crew )

[Nihlus is on screen in his usual position: on a couch with his arms and legs crossed. There are two differences this time, however. The first, is that he has an assault rifle resting in his lap. The second is... more entertaining. Turns out the event's effected him, too, for he's wearing an extraordinarily festive Hanukkah sweater, complete with ( Read more... )

You're kidding me. Oh you are kidding me.

This...whatever this damn thing is, it's inefficient. Type with fingers? You need a damn hand to speak? I guess technology here isn't at all like home.

Whatever. I'm not calling to bitch. I'm used to getting information, and I plan to keep it that way. Speak up boys and girls-and whatever else is here. Does ( Read more... )

[A big red eye stares into camera. The pupil constricts, and pulls back to reveal a decidedly reptilian face, wide, wrinkled and scarred. The creature snorts. Then speaks, voice deep but tone dry.] Fancy. Always wanted to know what the stone age was like.

[A pause, then he smiles-or at least crookedly twitches the corner of his mouth.] This place ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )