Floor 63,175,639 -- Planet X -- Moderate Aphro
"I'll signal when we need her, Joker."
Between the pistol on her hip, the sniper rifle on her back, and the armor over her body, Commander Lilith Shepard felt no more nervous about this planet than she had a hundred others.
She'd gotten the report from Cerberus. A small crew of human colonists had been forced to make an emergency landing here, and no word had come from them since. They might all be dead... or they might have been taken--either hospitably or not--by any species that might call this planet home. Or they might have set up their own survival colony. Cerberus wanted answers... and survivors, if there were any.
EDI's scanners had detected a breathable atmosphere, so Shepard had forgone her helmet. It was easier to make use of peripheral vision without it. And if negotiations were called for--not that she made a habit of negotiating without a bullet--then sometimes seeing a face made it easier to avoid misunderstands.
"Moving out."
(Because this event just screams "Shepard." She's pre-IFF, Renegade.
Canonmates and not, all welcome. Part of her squad, natives to the planet, colonist survivors. Even Joker for comm sex. What? Who said that? ...Or any squadmate for comm sex. Would especially love canonmates, though.
Plain CR and/or smut possible. Males or females are welcome, but men will have an easier time with smut. No extreme violence [wouldn't mind exchanging a few blows before the fighting turns to other activities, though], death [sorry, Morinth], toilet play, or beastiality.)
Between the pistol on her hip, the sniper rifle on her back, and the armor over her body, Commander Lilith Shepard felt no more nervous about this planet than she had a hundred others.
She'd gotten the report from Cerberus. A small crew of human colonists had been forced to make an emergency landing here, and no word had come from them since. They might all be dead... or they might have been taken--either hospitably or not--by any species that might call this planet home. Or they might have set up their own survival colony. Cerberus wanted answers... and survivors, if there were any.
EDI's scanners had detected a breathable atmosphere, so Shepard had forgone her helmet. It was easier to make use of peripheral vision without it. And if negotiations were called for--not that she made a habit of negotiating without a bullet--then sometimes seeing a face made it easier to avoid misunderstands.
"Moving out."
(Because this event just screams "Shepard." She's pre-IFF, Renegade.
Canonmates and not, all welcome. Part of her squad, natives to the planet, colonist survivors. Even Joker for comm sex. What? Who said that? ...Or any squadmate for comm sex. Would especially love canonmates, though.
Plain CR and/or smut possible. Males or females are welcome, but men will have an easier time with smut. No extreme violence [wouldn't mind exchanging a few blows before the fighting turns to other activities, though], death [sorry, Morinth], toilet play, or beastiality.)