In honor of accomplishing the impossible task of Full Extraction on Platinum, here is Garbus and Shep playing some multiplayer
Have at it.
It’s never easy to be chosen/never easy to be called
Standing on the front line/when the bombs start to fall
I can see the heavens/but i can hear the flames
Calling out my name
Source: SoundCloud / Kiss Me
garrus-vakarian-here started following you
Well, hello you.
Shepard. How nice of you to come all the way here just to say hello. (laughs) Was there something you needed, or did you just feel like hearing me make horrible jokes?
Horrible jokes, distracting you while you do something terribly important. I’m easy. *grins*
commander-alice started following you
Why hello there Shepard. I’m Atili’Nanna, it is nice to meet you.
Good to meet you too. I’m always happy to meet more quarians. Keelah se’lai.
Alice Shepard sat at her console in the captain’s cabin. They had finally set off on another mission, off to investigate geth activity. The Citadel was being repaired, and there wasn’t much for her crew to do. She wanted to get out there, prepare for this Reaper threat. The Council and the Alliance disregarded her demands. So here they were, day four of scanning for geth. It was so boring, she was sure she would fall asleep at her post. She wanted action, SOMETHING to do.
“Computer, connect me to Garrus Vakarian, Citadel.” FTL communication was one of the perks of being military. And she was going to milk it for all it was worth.
SO what does she do? She writes Shakarian fluff.
“Hey, Garrus? Shepard just locked herself in the observation deck. You need to get over there. And I swear to God, if you say that you’re in the middle of calibrations, I’ll haul my crippled ass down there and beat you to death with that stick you used to keep up your ass.”
“Hey, don’t tell me you’ve drunk all the beer yet.” Alice Shepard hobbled up beside the old, grizzled merc, her cane supporting her bad leg, Garrus trailing behind with the deck chairs and his cooler of turian food. Behind them, Hannah Shepard held the hands of two little children. The newest member of the family, a turian boy was quiet, and didn’t pull at his grandmother’s hand. The human girl, however, tugged and tugged at ‘Nan’s’ hand, shouting.
“Felix! Come meet Papa!” Little Ashleigh broke from her grandmother’s grasp and jumped into Zaeed’s lap, and waved her brother over. Zaeed laughed, and set his beer aside and lifted the girl up over his head, her bright red curls fluttering with the breeze.
Felix paused, and looked up at his Nan, then glanced at his father. Garrus nodded, “Go on. His bark is worse than his bite.” Alice took the little boy’s hand in her free one, walking the rest of the way with him. Zaeed put the giggling Ashleigh back down on the patio, and turned to face his daughter and his new grandson.
“Come ‘ere, boy. Let me get a look at ya.” His voice was gruff, but Alice knew better. Felix buried his face into his mother’s thigh, occasionally peering over at the disfigured man who seemed to be glaring at him with his one good eye.
“Allie, a turian? Bad enough you had to go an’ marry one…”
Alice, in turn, jabbed her father in the stomach with the end of her cane, then spun it around to hook a growler of beer.
“Suck it up, Massani. Now, say hello to your grandson properly.” She had straightened her back, calling on that good old Alliance training for support. Her voice had that edge to it, one that Zaeed hadn’t heard since the suicide mission. His demeanor changed; he knew he wouldn’t win this argument ever. His eyes softened, and he reached a hand out to the shy, frightened child.
Ashleigh was grinning and wiggling like an excited puppy beside her grandfather. Then she stood up, and ran to Garrus, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He leaned down, and the little girl whispered into his ear. The older turian nodded, and dug through his pocket, pressing something into his daughter’s hand.
The little girl ran back to Zaeed, climbing into his lap, and grinning like a fool. “Papa, this might help!” Her child’s whisper was audible to everyone on the deck. The old man took what was in her little hand, turning it over as he looked it over.
Zaeed smiled a little and held a piece of candy out to Felix, its bright red wrapper sparkling as the sunlight hit it. Felix reached out slowly, taking the candy from the man. Red meant it was safe for turians to eat. The little boy unwrapped it slowly, then popped the hard candy into his mouth.
He let go of Shepard’s leg, and got closer to Zaeed. Everyone was silent. A small voice shattered the silence.
“Do you have another, Papa?”
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