Mass Effect: Necessary ShapesTitle: Necessary Shapes
Game: Mass Effect 2
So she calls me up to the Loft and I go, because you do what your commander tells you in this job, and I figure it's about Alchera.
A while ago she came by the bridge and and kept talking about the memorial, so I guess it's about that again. Last time she just stood there, out of armor but looking like the ceramic was still making her shoulders square. "I just got coordinates for the crash site. If you want to join me on the shuttle you can go." She looks awkward sometimes, when she's out of commander mode. Leadership's always there for her, you know? Waiting under the surface, even when she was under Anderson's command. It's not leading that's hard, but it got easier after Lazarus. Like the scars soaked it in, and maybe she can be a normal person who isn't afraid to not be a hero. Not everybody sees it, but I think I do when she comes to visit and just stands with me.
ME3: Four HeroesLogan Shepard is thinking of London. The last time he was there, food wrappers were blowing across dirty sidewalks. Someone in a dark, furry hat played unrecognizable, jaunty music on a dented guitar at the side of Westminster Bridge. Logan joined the Tenth Stret Reds to get out of poverty, and then joined the Alliance to get out of the gang.
He's been trying to make recompense for thefts ever since, concentrating on giving things back. For every sandwich he took, a family put back together. For every wallet he took, a species patched up. That seems like a good recompense to Shepard.
He wonders whether there are still Reds down there, trying to get each other and any passing rabble out of the way before the next Reaper leg comes down.
Jack speaks up. She's been standing beside him, arms crossed over her leather shirt. The tatoos on her arms are priceless paintings. "You ready for this?"
Logan says, "Yes."
He's going to give the galaxy its freedom back.
Kendra Shepard has seen this al
Mass Effect: Broken EnginesThe Normandy stands in the sun. The Normandy flattens her palm against a countertop and assesses that the material is a mix of plastic and steel composite, and that it is twenty degrees Celsius.
The Normandy stretches. She crosses one arm over another and wonders if Legion would understand this odd sensation of being bodiless while inhabiting a body, and standing next to herself.
The Normandy walks. The robot body does the work of gait and balance, but she can detect the sway in her fabricated hips and shoulders, and it disorients her.
The Normandy floats serenely in her berth. Specialist Traynor monitors some essential systems, but others require no human eyes to see them. With the addition of her AI nodes, the Normandy can monitor herself. She is, literally, self-aware.
She does not really need Jeff any more, although she likes - assesses, says that it is good - to have his company. Sitting now with Shepard on the bench across from her he feels oddly separated from the ship he profes