To See You Again
Author: Golddragon85/Tovaras
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/pairing: Male John Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, former Kaidan Alenko/Rahna (kinda)
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my own play through of the games. ... Sadly, I don't make money out of it.
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She was the last one Kaidan had expected to meet again after so many years, let alone after a Reaper-war that had killed more humans and claimed more lives than any other war he had heard of.
Truth be told, he hadn’t really been thinking that much about her in between all the fighting and travelling.
If he had been a man of faith, he would have guessed that the meeting
SW Tooka Squad - Kamino Days - Chapter 02 by ARC-Trooper-Star, literature
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SW Tooka Squad - Kamino Days - Chapter 02
RAHNA GARIN'S QUARTERS – TIPOCA CITY - KAMINO - 28 BBY The door to Rahna’s quarters hissed shut behind CT-0207. She instinctively checked the apartment-like living area for hostiles and entry points. There was one door leading to her instructor’s bedroom and another one leading to a refresher. There also was a small grate above Rahna’s kitchenette that CT-0207 thought could be used as an entry point. Suddenly, the sound of metal clattering on the floor followed by a shocked meow took her out of her routine. CT-0207 jumped and reflexively tried to aim down the sights of her blaster, but stopped herself when she remembered that she wasn’t even carrying a weapon right now. Rahna stepped towards the source of the noise and put her hands on her hips. “Salt’ika! How many times do I have to tell you to stop knocking over Rahal’s buy’ce! She picked up a purple helmet from the floor and shook her head at the culprit. A teal-and-white tooka-cat jumped down from Rahna’s dresser and rubbed
SW: Tooka Squad - Kamino Days - Chapter 01 by ARC-Trooper-Star, literature
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SW: Tooka Squad - Kamino Days - Chapter 01
DOCTOR LASA WU’S LAB – TIPOCA CITY - KAMINO - 28 BBY
CT-0207 found herself strapped to a table inside a sterile environment. The soft blue-and red of her uniform stood out starkly against the whiteness of the operating room’s walls. The eight year-old looking four year-old clone child blinked against the cold, white light coming from an operating lamp above her. She tried to turn her head, but she couldn’t crane it far enough to see the slender form of a Kaminoan doctor casually typing away on a datapad behind her, while a small droid hovered beside the table with a syringe held firmly in one of its metal clamps. CT-