FILL: At Face Value (3/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 20:24:22 UTC
Soon enough, Shepard assembled her entire team in the war room, and gave her point-black, factual report of the mission in a tone of voice that sounded like she was reading stereo instructions. Alliance mission to Aratoht. Rescue of Dr. Kenson. Reaper indoctrination. Project Base collision into Mass Effect. Reaper invastion thwarted. Star system gone. Relay gone. Batarians gone. Mission successful. Judiciary inquest imminent
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FILL: At Face Value (4/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 20:28:43 UTC
After several days of radio silence, Shepard had shown up in the main battery just as she did before, that unchanged smile haunting her human mouth. Her body language was gentled and relaxed, her temperature nominal, heartbeat steady, and her pulse smooth and slow. He registered it only though the readout on his visor; he didn't turn to look at her
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FILL: At Face Value (5/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 20:34:30 UTC
He didn't leave the main battery until EDI announced Normandy's landing on the Citadel, and his keen ears could hear most of the crew packing up and going off-ship. He wasn't in any sort of a mood for humanity. His patience for the entire race was at a fever pitch. The crew deck was already dark when he eventually wrapped up work, the lights dimmed and the steely deck walls gleaming chitin-black. The Normandy's armoured shell echoed with each of his strides, and Garrus felt a sudden, aching nostalgia for turian ships, with their natural noise dampeners that were designed into the decks: necessary when your entire crew were loud, scratchy, walking battlements
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FILL: At Face Value (6/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 20:39:44 UTC
He knew he needed to decide whether he still trusted Shepard. His new, nagging doubts confused everything. He thought he knew her. He made damn sure she knew him. He even realized he’d felt something for her too, feelings he’d never conceived to bestow on a human being.
Garrus had to admit that the worst of his anger was the lingering sting of betrayal. He couldn’t reconcile how she kept a directive from the Alliance under wraps like that. It’s not like she was even one of their own. She had no professional responsibility to uphold, and even if she was reticent to tell Cerberus anything... why didn’t she tell him? Didn’t she trust him
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FILL: At Face Value (8/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:25:57 UTC
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He had to speak to her. He needed to find her.In a matter of seconds, Garrus had exploded out of his quarters, locking his visor in place around his head as he moved purposefully down the ship’s darkened halls. Shouldering through tight corridors designed better for shorter, stockier human beings, his armoured, digitigrade feet knocked heavy echoes against the claustrophobic, concussive halls. The dim, amber lights reflected off his battered armour and the razored points of his fringe, casting his hard, plated face in ominous shadow. With that agitated scowl moving his mandibles, the turian bee-lined straight for EDI’s closest console
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FILL: At Face Value (9/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:31:43 UTC
Jane collapsed at the foot of her Citadel hotel bed, all of the accustomed military tension bleeding out of her body. What was left was a human being, a flawed one, a tired one, complete with a flask of alcohol at her side. Bending her long legs up at the knees, she leaned back against the bed, her head slung back against the mattress. Dark hair winged across her brow, and Shepard’s hollowed grey eyes gazed up through their tresses and watched the ceiling. It was too damn white and ornamental. The expansive chandelier was off-putting. Detachedly, it made her realize how she’d gotten so used to the sterile, cagey enclosures of ship quarters, where touching anything would leave behind smears of fingerprints on steel. Down on the Citadel, the hotel room felt too big, too bright, and too unprotected
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FILL: At Face Value (11/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:34:58 UTC
The question made Shepard’s weight fall to her heels, her eyes unable to look away. There was only one answer to that. Wordlessly, she stepped forward and hit the panel to the door. It slid open to reveal her gunnery officer, Garrus Vakarian, looking just as she’d imagined him. The hallway lights reflected dully off the metal of his armour, his plated hide, his fringe, everywhere but those two dark, shadowed points of his eyes, which were staring straight at her, fixing her with the intensity that made him such a feared sniper
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FILL: At Face Value (12/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:36:26 UTC
Jane Shepard couldn’t have stopped if she tried. Some part of her knew she’d regret this, regret doing something as unprofessional, as inconceivable as breaking down in front of a subordinate officer, but for the time she couldn’t care. There was nothing left in her, no more strength, no more excuses, no more pithy justification, just her exhaustion, her failure, and her hands caked in the blood of hundreds of thousands of dead batarians. Wavering on the spot, she sank her face into her palms and just wailed, the grief so thick and heavy and nauseous in her throat that she could have puked it up. The rest of the world narrowed into nothing. Part of her swore she heard Garrus speak her name, but she couldn’t know for sure
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FILL: At Face Value (13/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:38:23 UTC
Vakarian's armour creaked as he shifted. One gauntleted, three-finger hand flexed absently at his knee. It took a moment of silence, and then he bowed his avian head forward and sighed. "I saw the news report
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Re: FILL: At Face Value (14/??)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 23:50:07 UTC
*Dies from awesomeness*
I can only be revived by more. I can't wait to read more! This tugs at my heart-strings so fully, the gambit of emotions. I'll be blubbering over here. It's so wonderful!
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He spent two days in a dizzy, paralyzing worry. Where did she go? Why did she leave them? Was she coming back ( ... )
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Garrus had to admit that the worst of his anger was the lingering sting of betrayal. He couldn’t reconcile how she kept a directive from the Alliance under wraps like that. It’s not like she was even one of their own. She had no professional responsibility to uphold, and even if she was reticent to tell Cerberus anything... why didn’t she tell him? Didn’t she trust him ( ... )
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He had to speak to her. He needed to find her.In a matter of seconds, Garrus had exploded out of his quarters, locking his visor in place around his head as he moved purposefully down the ship’s darkened halls. Shouldering through tight corridors designed better for shorter, stockier human beings, his armoured, digitigrade feet knocked heavy echoes against the claustrophobic, concussive halls. The dim, amber lights reflected off his battered armour and the razored points of his fringe, casting his hard, plated face in ominous shadow. With that agitated scowl moving his mandibles, the turian bee-lined straight for EDI’s closest console ( ... )
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Can't wait to see how it ends.
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I can only be revived by more. I can't wait to read more! This tugs at my heart-strings so fully, the gambit of emotions. I'll be blubbering over here. It's so wonderful!
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