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PCF - Chapter 5 - ConversationsChapter 5- Conversations
At least we're out of the Citadel, I paused to reflect, as I inspected the weapons systems of the MAKO in fascination. It was the first thing that actually gave me a sense of peace on this ship, reminding me of my days in the turian military. I might have been an MP, but everyone had secondary skills to make missions easier. Mine, ironically enough, was working on the vehicles and bigger portable equiment. It was one of the places, other than behind the scope, that having a sniper's slightly more delicate hands became an asset. The fact that most on this ship, save perhaps Wrex, would consider delicate an unusual term to apply to any turian was not lost on me. But I still didn't regret the decision to leave my entire life. Yes, it had been a spontaneous one, the kind of rash move that made my father radiate disapproval, but he wouldn't see that I was already being railroaded out long before the Saren case came up. "Too impulsi
PCF - Chapter 6 - Reflections (Shepard)Chapter 6- Reflections (Shepard)
I woke drenched in cold sweat, fists clenched, voice hoarse from my screams, ears aching from the dying echo.
"Not again," I whispered dejectedly, remembering the five weeks of interrupted nights I'd endured since arriving on the SR1. At least it wasn't Akuze this time. Or the Protheans, my new hell. No, this time it was my old companion, my time with the Reds. And the events that drove me away from them, into the Alliance military.
I stood, physically shaking myself as if I could rid my head of the memories like so much water. Sleep, I surmised, was not happening anytime soon. Too much stress, too many obstacles and burdens. I had gone from simply being the survivor of Akuze to potential hero of the galaxy in less than forty-eight hours, and my body and mind were still reeling from the implications. I glanced around the room, futilely trying to find anything to focus my tired mind upon other than my personal hell, when my gaze
PCF - Chapter 7 - Hard Work and ExerciseChapter 7- Hard Work and Exercise
I crouched down, narrowly avoiding an energy blast from the Armature. To my left, behind a second crate, Shepard had ducked down, trying to get Kaidan on his feet. I snap shot a Ghost, buying us breathing space for a moment.
"Why, exactly," I yelled over the din, "did we bring the biotic again?"
"Because he insisted," was her terse reply. Throwing her hands up in disgust as her charge refused to awaken to her ministrations, she reshouldered her rifle and dropped the next target that got within her considerable range. I moved up, taking my own shot as she resumed speaking.
"Besides, he makes a great distraction for the geth," her halfhearted joke was punctuated by a grenade thrown at the Armature, dropping its shields, as her rifle cooled back down.
Moving up for another shot elicited a quick cry of "Drop," sending me sprawling back behind the crate. An energy bolt had just passed through the space where my head would have been