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Sep. 6th, 2015 02:28 pm[personal profile] shepardfadewalk posting in [community profile] fadewalk
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He caught himself as he staggered into being, biotic shield flaring and gun lifted instinctively. His mind immediately began tumbling through contingencies, explanations, reorientation--he'd been trained to think on his feet, both by a life on the street and later by the assjakes at brain camp.

Not a threat. Wherever he was, he was safe for now.

Slowly, as his eyes swept the room, he lowered the gun. He was in a CIC of some sort, though it looked nothing like any human CIC he'd ever seen. Turian, surely, and yet...that wasn't quite right either.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful.

Shepard reached out to run his hand over the sleek hull as he moved around to the head of what looked to be a star map. It was like one of the model ships he used to steal from rich hobby shops and painstakingly build up piece by piece in the quiet of early morning. It was like his dreams, and for a moment, he could almost imagine himself standing before the glittering star map and giving orders, racing across the stars with a wild sort of joy.

Date: 2015-09-06 10:27 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] serafadewalk
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"There's a couple, last I saw. I mean, I don't know who owns it. It's crashed. Who'd want a boat that doesn't go anywhere?" Sera shrugged. "Maybe the crew's still staying on it?"

Date: 2015-09-06 11:20 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] serafadewalk
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"What, you serious?" The question made her eyes dance though, because being a space pirate had been pretty bloody fantastic. Sera grinned lopsidedly. "That'd be alright, yeah? So long as we weren't hurting like... little people."

Shepard's ship, the Shepard she'd just met had been a good sort, flipping the bird at her commanding officers and going rogue. Helping people. Killing slavers. It'd been grand.

Date: 2015-09-07 01:58 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] serafadewalk
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Sera grinned back. "That's all good then, innit?" She cocked her head toward the castle. "I need my bow, arrows, that shite. You want a tour? See the sights. Meet the big hats if they haven't all gotten eaten by something drippy?" She tripped down the ramp, not waiting for Shepard to agree, or looking back to see if he'd follow.

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