Prologues and Epilogues 2 2. Battle Royale (978 words)Prologues and Epilogues 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shepard was staring into her coffee too intently, and it was making Ashley nervous. It was normal to find the commander deep in thought at breakfast. Usually drinking the coffee, rather than trying to reheat it with the evil eye. This was making LT nervous as well; if he didnt stop tapping his fork against the plate somebody was going to lose a hand.
Hmm? Shepard looked up; she had large, dark circles under eyes.
If youre trying to read the future, you need tea leaves not coffee.
Not sure if I want to know the future, Shepard finally took a long drink before continuing dismissively, I was just thinking about something Wrex said yesterday.
What did the overgrown turtle say?
He asked who would win in a fight, me or Kaidan.
Prologues and Epilogues 1 1. Slow Elevator (100 words)Prologues and Epilogues 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kaidan wanted to say something. Shepard could tell from the way he was frowning. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, she reached up and gently wiped the blood smeared on his forehead. This slight touch was electric and she found herself pinned against the wall with his mouth forcefully pressed against her own. Her arm and leg screamed in pain, but were overshadowed by the sensation of his hands. He hadnt cleaned up from the fight and Shepard could taste his sweat and blood. After a heartbeat, a lifetime, Kaidan broke away, I thought I lost you.
Mass Effect: TracersTracersMass Effect: Tracers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This was not going to be good.
Vivid yellow-green light flashed past his face, buzzing in his ears.
You say something, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko closed his eyes, but the tracers remained. Not now. Please, not now.
The timing could not be worse. Not that there was ever a good time for a bitch-slap of a migraine, but if he was on the Normandy he could find a dark hole and ride it out. If you were on the Normandy, you could get a shot from the doc and pretend youre fucking normal.
He was hunkered down beside humanitys only spectre, surrounded by cold steel and the putrid remnants of about half a dozen colonists. They arent colonists any more, Alenko. They are ... they are...things
Still. They had been colonists. And he had killed them.
The stench wafted up to his nose and his stomach heaved, sending more tracers through his cerebellum. The planet tilted sl