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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.
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.
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Date: 2015-09-07 02:05 am (UTC)From: