The Bar patrons were right about one thing: pretty much the instant Shephard crossed the midpoint of the steps leading upstairs, he stopped being an eight foot tall blue-purple alien thing in armor and started being a human in fatigues again. Yeah, he wound up with his face in the stairs, but it was his face and he got to curse about it without ( Read more... )

To the ears of someone accustomed to the sounds of a human city in their heydays, or the sounds of Milliways, it's quiet. There's no machinery to be heard anywhere, no engines of any kind. There's no music trickling through the background. There's no sound of human speech ( Read more... )