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Requiem for a Friend (Katlyn Shepard)-New Arlington Cemetery-Requiem for a Friend (Katlyn Shepard)9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Liara T'Soni-Shepard exits her skycar into the pouring rain, the gunmetal-grey skies blocking out the sun. She wears a simple black dress and carries a bouquet of white flowers from Thessia. The grieving doctor doesn't bother with an umbrella, instead letting the rain wash over her skin, mixing with her tears. She begins her slow walk towards the large group of people crowded underneath a wide awning, when suddenly a hand grips her shoulder reassuringly, and the rain stops. Looking over her shoulder, she finds Garrus holding an umbrella over her, his expression unreadable. He nods to her, his grip speaking volumes as he guides her towards the crowd. As they near the group, Liara notices that nearly everyone has shown up today.
Admiral Ashley Williams, clad in her dress blues, stands alongside Major James Vega along with a small platoon of Alliance men and women. High Chief Wrex, clad in his ceremonial armor, stands with his wife
Shepard Family Stories - Samara"Hey Mommy?" Rinyn stands on her tiptoes peeking out the window at the woman sitting cross-legged on the lawn. "Who's that?"Shepard Family Stories - Samara1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Liara walks over to the window and lifts her daughter into her arms so she can get a better look. "That, sweetie, is Samara. She's a good friend of your father and I. She's a justicar."
Rinyn looks up at her mother with a puzzled expression. "What's a justicar?"
"They're an old order of asari warriors. They are proud, noble, and selfless. Actually, they're like the heroes in the stories your dad reads to you."
Rinyn's eyes widen in wonder, her gaze moving back to the justicar. "Wow....she's like a superhero."
Liara
Blankeyed In The RainBlankeyed In The Rain1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Summary:
Once Nate wakes from his drugged state, the first person he chooses to chase after is Talbot. Talbot gives him a very good reason why. Spoilers for UC3.
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Policemen on patrol had Talbot passing a hand over the line of his vest. The pistol tucked so inelegantly into his waistband wasn't meant to fire bullets but it would draw unwanted attention. The supply of darts in his pockets would be even harder to explain. Best not to ruffle up the natives in this miserable little backwater of a country.
Not now.
Not while the hunt was on.
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I sighed, rubbing my eyes.
“What is it Vaas? IT’s the m
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