#N7 month 2020

[silencedminstrel]

N7 Day Special - Mass Effect Fanfiction

Hey everyone! Since this is still the month of November I am giving you fans of Mass Effect a treat: it's fanfiction time! Please subscribe and enjoy!

Story Title:

01) April 2017 - Ignited (Inspired By The Mass Effect Tribute Song “Reignite” By Malukah) 00:16

02) April 2017 - The End Of An Era (Inspired By The Soundtrack Of The Same Name) 01:00

03) April 2017 - A Moment Of Silence (Inspired By The Soundtrack Of The Same Name) 01:44

04) April 2027 - Farewell/Into The Inevitable (Inspired By The Soundtrack Of The Same Name 02:28

05) November 2017 - Shakarian’s Christmas Dinner 03:12

06) October 2017 - Kaidan Recalling Their Meeting In Horizon 04:17

07) October 2017 - Kaidan Reacting To Javik 05:01

08) October 2017 - Kaidan’s Remark About Sur-Kesh 05:43

09) December 2017 - Lament Of Liara 06:29

10) January 2018 - Liara On Mars 07:13

11) January 2018 - Liara Reacting To Shepard’s Clone 07:57

12) February 2018 - Aria T’Loak Praying For Shepard 08:41

13) February 2018 - Kaidan Recalling How Joker Lost EDI 09:25

14) February 2018 - Jack’s Remark On Being A Teacher 10:09

15) March 2018 - The Aftermath (Control Ending) 10:53

16) July 2018 - Looking At Old Vids - Joker After He Stopped Mourning For EDI 11:37

17) September 2018 - Matriach Aethytha’s New Business 12:21

18) September 2018 - EDI Being Asked About TaliZorah Vas Normandy 13:05

19) September 2018 - Garrus’ Eulogy For Shepard 13:49

20) September 2018 - Garrus Recalling The Moment Joker Lost EDI 14:33

21) September 2018 - Liara Missed Being A Shadow Broker 15:17

22) October 2018 - Joker Attending The Normandy Alumni 16:01

23) Liara Finding Shepard’s Body (January 2019) 16:45

24) I’ll Be In The Bunk (February 2019) 17:29

25) Dock And Refuel (February 2019) 18:13

26) The Last Hope Of The Galaxy (March 2019) 18:47

27) Back From Tiptree (March 2019) 19:31

28) Liara Reacting To Shepard’s Death (Refuse Ending) (April 2019) 20:15

29) Life-like Statues (July 2019) 21:09

30) A Tribute To Jane Shepard 1 (June 2019) 21:53

31) The Last Salute - A Tribute To Jane Shepard 2 (June 2019) 22:27

32) Clever Little Pyjack (June 2019) 23:11

33) In Memoriam - Legion (June 2019) 23:55

34) She’s All Yours (July 2019) 24:39

35) A Memoir From A Surviving Elcor Division Soldier (July 2019) 25:33

36) Commander Shepard Writing His Memoir (July 2019) 26:17

37) A Tribute To Father And Son (July 2019) 27:11

38) A Tribute To Shepard And Kaidan (August 2019) 27:55

39) Together At Last (September 2019) 28:39

40) Merry Christmas, Commander! (December 2019) 29:23

41) Commander Shepard At The Post-War N7 Gathering (January 2020) 30:07

42) The Heavy Price Of Being The Galaxy’s Savior February 2020) 30:51

43) (Control Ending) The New God Of The Reapers Reflect On Her Mortal Aspects And Of The Surviving Lover She Left Behind (July 2020) 31:35

#science fiction #fantasy #cyberpunk #space opera #short story #slice of life #mass effect trilogy #mass effect legendary edition #mshepard #femshep #fanfiction #youtube #Youtube

[rosswarner-human-resource]

Seeking Overseas Job Consultants In India And jobs in Nigeria for indians

In the borders of the Atlantic Ocean's Gulf of Guinea lies a prominent country and a valuable part of West Africa called Nigeria. Benin, Cameroon, and Chad are its neighbours. Nigeria, the largest economy in Africa with a $476 billion GDP each year, also has the highest fertility rates in the world. By 2020, each woman will give birth to 5.4 children on average.

Despite Nigeria's high poverty rate, many Nigerians make a respectable living in their chosen professions. However, due to the high salaries of some of these professions, entry into them can be pretty tricky. Because both nations have a rich history and have similar vocational needs, India enjoys good relations with Africa, and Nigeria is no exception. Education (course of study, certification, etc.), abilities, and experience all impact these high-paying employment. 

 Multinational corporations, public and private businesses, and businesses all have open positions. They pay their employees significant compensation and thrilling incentives and benefits. Let's find out about the highest-paying jobs in Nigeria, their payscales, and how to get them.

Jobs in Nigeria for Indians Conclusion

Surgeon: N400,000 - N2,500,000 per month.

How to Become a Surgeon?

In any university recognised by the National Universities Commission, you must study medicine and surgery to become a surgeon in Nigeria. Six years is the typical length of education at the university, plus one year for National Youth Service and horsemanship. It would be best if you did well on your senior secondary school certificate examination and other pertinent exams because studying medicine and surgery is a very competitive field in Nigeria.

 Petroleum Engineer: N200,000 to N1,000,000 per month.

How to Become a Petroleum Engineer?

As previously mentioned, Nigeria holds membership in the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries, which becomes a significant factor in the high pay for petroleum engineers. However, another reason why it is so difficult to break into the field is. You must complete a five-year study at any recognised institution nationwide and obtain the certification to become a petroleum engineer.

 Aircraft Pilot: N500,000 – N3,000,000 per month.

How to Become a Pilot?

It would be expensive for you to become a pilot in Nigeria. Aviation schools typically charge between N7 million and N10 million for flying lessons. Your training would be finished in any aviation school recognised by the Federal Aviation Authority in about four years.

 Software Developer: N134,000 to N400,000 per month.

How to Become a Software Developer?

A computer science degree is suggested but not required to work as a software developer. However, you can begin working as a software developer with basic programming knowledge and an eagerness to learn more. However, there is a condition. Software development is a field that is constantly changing, so you must keep up by regularly updating your knowledge and obtaining the necessary certifications.

Ross Warner HR Solutions routinely succeeds in new recruitment in Nigeria because we put the resources into understanding and valuing client and applicant needs. We also rigorously validate every candidate and client demand with our meticulous documentation procedure, which ensures that we only work with quality requirements and applicants. We provide that everyone is involved in the design and working toward the same objective.

 Our crew has undergone training to provide an efficient and all-inclusive recruitment solution for African companies looking for candidates looking for jobs in Nigeria for Indians. Our staff effectively manages all aspects of workforce mobilisation, screening, and documentation. Whether we undertake domestic or international searches, we always respect the calibre and secrecy of recruitment services. Our goal is to surpass the expectations of our customers consistently. We enhance the calibre of the service we provide to clients and candidates as we gain expertise and experience.

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 30 - End

You can also read this on AO3.

I really struggled to come up with something to write for this, but I’ll be damned if I manage to have something for every other prompt except this one. . . . . . . Allie couldn't sleep.  There was a lot of that lately – not sleeping, that is.  At first, in the early stages of the war, Allie spent a lot of her time in her quarters. There was so much to do she couldn't afford the distraction of idle conversation with the crew.  It was a necessary sacrifice, though, and something she missed. As the weeks and months dragged on, Allie started to see her quarters as more of a prison instead of a place to rest.  Both Dr. Chakwas and Liara told her she needed to do her work elsewhere and let her quarter be a place where she could relax and recharge and (hopefully) get some sleep.  So she started carrying a small backpack filled with datapads – briefings and casualty reports and endless amounts of paperwork waiting for her signature. She'd wander to the subdeck in engineering and hide for a little, reading through the Alliance reports on ongoing missions.  She'd plant herself high on a stack of crates in the cargo bay to sign off on expense reports and expedited promotion packets.  Once in a while, she'd wander to the cockpit, where EDI would graciously give up the co-pilot's seat so Allie could sit and spend some time in companionable silence with Joker.  They might wind up talking about the last mission or trading barbs about the Council, but not always.  It was probably the one place on the whole ship where Allie refused to do any work. Still, even with the change in her routine and scenery, inescapable tendrils of exhaustion would find her.  She'd yawn in the middle of a conversation with Garrus or roll her neck and sigh while checking with Steve about the latest requisition requests.  She tried her best to hide her exhaustion but the people closest to her, who knew her best, could see right through the forced smiles and obligatory laughter. “Commander, you should head to bed.” Allie startled awake.  She'd only closed her eyes for a second while looking at Hackett's latest orders to head...  somewhere and kill a bunch of Cerberus troops.  “Yeah, yeah, soon.  I just need to finish...” “With all due respect, Commander...” Allie finally looked up and was surprised to see Adams standing in front of her, “...whatever you're working on will still be there after you've gotten some rack time.” “Rack time,” Allie let out a sarcastic chuckle.  “I'll be glad when this shit is over, Adams. You know that?” She stood, stretched, and groaned when nearly every joint in her body protested the movement. “We all will, ma'am,” he agreed, “but for right now, you really should get some sleep in your quarters.  My neck hurt just looking at you like that.” “My neck does hurt, actually,” she admitted, wincing as she rolled her head.  “I guess my pillow would be better than my chin on my chest, hm?” Adams gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to head up toward the stairs in front of him.  As Allie trudged up toward engineering, suddenly feeling more tired than she had in weeks, she knew Adams was right – the paperwork would never end until the war did, regardless of the outcome.  And even then, even if they managed to pull off the impossible and beat the Reapers, she was certain there would be some general somewhere demanding accountability for something that got messed up. Yeah, the paperwork would keep until she got a little rack time.

#n7month #N7 Month 2020 #end #1000 years #Allie Shepard #Greg Adams

[pigeontheoneandonly]

N7 Month 2020

Day Three: Cooperation

2020 N7 Prompt Challenge AO3 Collection

Maybe it starts with an apple.

Maybe it starts with the woman worn ragged, standing on the front porch when Nimura Alenko answers the door.  Her brother-in-law has asked her to stop doing that.  But Nimura has never been afraid of people, not as a child during the Three Years War, not as a foreigner in Vancouver, and not now, with Earth in the midst of devastating alien invasion.  

The woman says they’re just passing through, her daughter crowding behind her, no more than nine or ten.  As if travelers still exist.  “Refugee” hangs off her better, but it’s easy to tell by the desperate look in her eye that giving voice to her circumstances may well unravel the last thread of her composure.  

Here in the interior, there are fewer reapers.  None of the large ships Nimura still sees in her nightmares as clearly as she saw them from the shuttle window, the morning they left.  Smaller units though—they’ve all heard them.  Rumors of disappearances fly between the farmsteads.  They only travel by night.

Yet here she is, in the middle of the day, her child with her.  Kaidan’s age when Conatix took him.  

Nimura lets them in.  Then she goes to the kitchen, and comes back with a basket.

The woman stares down at the first apples of the year, several dozen of them, jonathans.  “We can’t eat all these.”

“They’re for the others,” Nimura answers, unthinkingly.

Now she’s staring at her.  Fearful. “There aren’t any— I mean, it’s just us.”

Nimura has lived through an invasion before.  She knows people band together, not only in resistance, not only in the ways history remembers, but also in survival.  There are more people where this woman came from.  It’s exactly what makes Andrew tell her not to answer the door— fear of being overrun by hungry homeless bands.  But you can’t control other people.  You can only choose the person you want to be.  

And she chooses to be a person who will feed a hungry child who comes to her door.

The woman thanks her and leaves, and Nimura thinks that’s the end of it, or at least as much an end as there can be with Andrew’s constant lecturing to be more careful.  As if he knew anything about war; he’d inherited the orchard, while Tom went amiably off to the navy, and if she knows her husband at all, she is certain Tom would approve of her charity.  

Thinking about Tom inevitably leads to remembering Vancouver in ashes, and that she has no idea where he is, or if he’s even still alive.  Which leads to thinking about Kaidan, which leads to biting her lip and refocusing on packing apples away by the bushel against the coming winter.

Until, one afternoon, a note arrives, stuck under the door knocker.  She sets down her latest basket and gives it a read.  

Husks spotted two miles south, three dozen strong, moving fast.  Stay safe.

She reads it twice more before she goes inside.  Then there’s a lot of yelling.  Andrew means well; none of it’s for her.  But he’s scared, like everyone else, and he’s always tended to grasp towards control as a means to stabilize himself.  People leaving them notes like that isn’t controlled.  

But after an hour or two, and with the assistance of his wife, she manages to get some sense into him.  They bring all the staff into the main house— more defensible than the outbuildings— and douse all the lights when the sun goes down.  It’s a long and painfully quiet night, at least, until the husks begin to wail.  It’s a sound not of this world.  They sit at the windows, just out of sight with what weapons they could locate.  Waiting for the dawn.  Husks didn’t seem to care much about sunlight, but humans fared better against them when they could see clearly.

Nimura discreetly leaves a basket of fresh apples, and a few jars of preserves and other miscellaneous items they can spare, in the shadow of the porch where nobody who isn’t looking will readily see it.  

By the next day, it’s gone.

#N7month #mass effect #mrs. alenko #n7 month 2020 #fanfiction

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 29 - Legacy

A short piece, but if you’re so inclined, you can also read it on AO3. . . . . . . “You've got a package,” Kaidan called from the kitchen when he heard Allie come in the door.  “Did you order another ship?” He heard Allie squeal and he frowned, drying his hands on a towel.  “Allie?” he asked, rounding the corner. His girlfriend was on the floor tearing into the package like her life depended on it.  “Bamco wanted to do an updated Normandy.  We've been collaborating for months and even talked Joker into helping.” “Oh, right.  I remember you talking about it.”  Kaidan sat on the floor next to her as she pulled the packaging from the shipping box and her eyes got wide. “They told me when they had a prototype ready, they'd send it assembled,” she murmured, carefully setting the box in her lap.  She gingerly cut through the tape sealing the edges shut and slowly opened the lid. “Normandy SR-2 Legacy Edition,” Kaidan read the box aloud.  “What makes it a Legacy edition?” “The thrusters light up and make the same sound like the real deal, there's a working airlock door, and this,” Allie pressed a hidden button above where the cockpit was. A voice that was distinctly Joker said, “Hitting the relay in 3... 2... 1” and was followed by the noise a ship makes when it's enveloped by the mass effect field that propels it to another part of the galaxy. Kaidan whistled.  “Wow.  That's probably one of the nicest ships I've seen.” “I know!” Allie exclaimed.  “Isn't it beautiful?  I told them to send one to Joker because that really is his voice and when it's finished and hits the shelves, I told them they needed to donate a portion of the proceeds to charity.” “Of course you did,” Kaidan smiled, kissing the top of her head.  “How much will this change from the actual production model?” “Not much,” Allie said, still going over the ship with a fine-tooth comb.  “Maybe some color touch-ups but that's about it.” “And of course you'll be buying one when it gets officially released,” Kaidan noted with a grin. “Of course.  Probably a couple so I have some to auction off for other charities,” Allie shrugged. “You know me.” “I do know you,” Kaidan replied, carefully pulling her into a hug so as not to damage the ship.  “And that's why I love you.”

#n7month #N7 Month 2020 #1000 years #shenko #allie shepard #kaidan alenko #legacy #model ships #normandy sr2

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 28 - Peace

Super short, but if you’re so inclined, you can also read it on AO3. . . . . . . Allie closed her eyes and winced, shifting her position on the floor to try and ease some of the pain coursing through her body.  It wasn't supposed to end like this, not for him.  His life had been carved by war, his career notable because of it or perhaps in spite of it.  For the long years she knew him, worry lines etched his face, a testament to the stress and concerns he carried on a daily basis.  She knew he worried about her, from those early days after Mindoir to when she was sitting in that Alliance cell.  He worried about her safety and her sanity.  He believed in her when few others did but at what cost Allie would never know.  He was supposed to retire, find a little place and live the rest of his days with Kaylee.  He was supposed to see the end of this war and finally live life on his own terms and not those dictated by the military.  A madman's bullet changed those plans... …but at the same time gave him a peace Allie didn't think he'd seen for a long, long time.

#n7month #N7 month 2020 #peace #1000 years #allie shepard #david anderson #mention of character death

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 27 - Trauma

You can also read this on AO3. . . . . . . Cronos Station, the Illusive Man's home base, was gone.  Allie and her team took care of things from within – killing Cerberus troops, downloading data, sabotaging systems.  The Alliance took care of things from the outside – killing their fighters and damaging the station beyond repair.  They finally had the information about the catalyst and Allie was able to get vengeance for Thane when she drove her omniblade through Kai Leng's chest.  Her team returned to the Normandy with only the usual bumps and bruises, but all Allie could think about were the video logs they found. For the past year or so, Allie really never wrapped her head around the fact she had actually been dead. When she woke up in that Cerberus lab, she thought maybe she just blacked out from a lack of oxygen.  Even when Jacob said she was nothing but 'meat and tubes', she thought he was exaggerating. Miranda downplayed the whole thing, only ever just verifying that Allie was clinically dead when she started her work.  It wasn't until after she beat the Collectors and turned herself in to the Alliance that she was able to just let it go.  She was alive now and what happened before didn't matter. While EDI was hacking through a door on the station, she mentioned a terminal bank that hadn't been scrubbed and contained information about the Lazarus Project.  At first, Allie wasn't sure she wanted to see it – she was expecting spreadsheets and cost analysis and maybe some medical information, boring crap she didn't want to waste her time reading – but ultimately decided she'd regret it in case it turned out to be something else. 'Something else' turned out to be the understatement of the century.  The terminals didn't have spreadsheets or accounting data or test results.  Oh, no...  in hindsight, that might have been preferable.  Instead, the first entry Allie saw was a video of some doctor talking to the Illusive Man and about how bringing her back was impossible. ...Sir, Shepard is clinically brain-dead.  After that much trauma, that long with no oxygen... We cannot overcome nature... It took a few moments after the video ended for the words to actually sink in.  “Meat and tubes,” Jacob had said.  Apparently, he wasn't exaggerating.  She hadn't just blacked out and been in some kind of coma.  She was really, literally dead in every sense of the word. Now Allie sat in the sub-deck, sitting on the cot Jack had called 'home' during her stay on the SR-2, a bottle of something alcoholic firmly in her grasp as she tried once again to wrap her head around the information she found on Cronos Station. ”I thought you were just on life-support,” Kaidan said.  “Clinically brain-dead...”  Allie could almost feel everything click into place for him.  Their confrontation on Horizon was thrust into a new light – of course he was so angry back then.  He thought she was just in a coma, though, to be fair, so did she. “What was it like?” he asked.  “I mean, if you remember... or... how do you feel?” “I'm still me,” Allie spat.  “I doubt I'd have been able to turn against Cerberus otherwise.”  She stared at the blank screen for several moments before continuing.  “I don't remember anything.  Maybe they really fixed me, or maybe I'm just a high-tech VI that thinks it's Commander Shepard.  I don't know.  I...” “You're real enough for me,” Kaidan said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Real enough,” Allie muttered, taking a long pull from the bottle in her hand.  She winced as the liquid burned her throat and sighed when alcohol-induced warmth raced across her midsection.  “What the fuck does that even mean now?” “Commander, your heart and breathing rates are elevated,” EDI noted.  “It appears you are distressed.” Allie let out a sardonic chuckle and glanced at the ceiling.  “You think?” she snapped. “I believe I am partially to blame for your current state,” the AI apologized.  “Perhaps I should not have advised you to watch the information about the Lazarus Project.” “Hindsight is always 20/20, EDI,” Allie sighed and dragged her hand down her face.

“True,” EDI replied after a moment's consideration, “but I should have taken any negative reaction into account when informing you of the contents of that databank.  Given your previous doubts about your condition when Cerberus obtained your body, I believed it best for you to see for yourself what it was like in the early stages of the project.” “You meant well,” Allie said. “Even if you had taken a potential negative reaction into account, there's still that level of unpredictability with humans that you'll probably never be able to account for.  If I remember correctly, you said that it was that unpredictability that made both you and Joker working together such a formidable team.” “I had not considered that,” EDI admitted.  “Still, it troubles me that you are in distress and my actions are the cause.  I will strive to do better in the future.” “EDI, you're fine,” Allie said, taking another drink from the bottle.  “Sometimes people need a smack upside the head.  The person doing the smacking might feel guilty, but in the long run, it might be for the best.” “I see.  In this analogy, I am the person doing the smacking, correct?” “Yes, EDI, you are,” Allie chuckled.  “I don't suppose you retrieved those files, did you?” “I did,” EDI admitted.  “I believed they might someday prove to be invaluable, but considering your reaction, I was considering deleting them.  If you wish, I will remove all traces of them from all sources.” “All sources?” Allie frowned.  “I'm guessing there's a copy buried in my omnitool somewhere, right?  And you've got a copy saved somewhere.  Who else has them?” “Major Alenko is the only other person aware of their existence and has viewed them seven times since we returned from the station.  His stress levels are nearly identical to yours,” EDI said.  “I was going to check on him next.” Allie's frown deepened and she wondered if he was feeling guilty for how he'd treated her regarding her association with the now-defunct human rights group.  Maybe she should pay him a visit, share some small talk or something.  “No, EDI, I'll do it.  And don't delete those files, either.  Restrict the access, though.  No one except for the major and myself is to view them, understood?” “Yes, Commander.  Shall I tell the major you are on your way?” EDI asked. “No,” Allie said, standing and stretching her arms over her head.  “I'll probably need a few minutes to get my brain in gear, and brew some coffee.” “Of course.  EDI out.” Allie stared at the bottle in her hand, wondering if maybe checking on Kaidan was a mistake.  They talked about Horizon, but not really about the way he treated her on Mars or during the coup.  Their friendship was barely that and she was certain he thought she hated him or at the very least didn't like him much.  They were on their way to earth for one final push against the Reapers and if the worst came to pass, she didn't want him to continue thinking that was true.  They might not be able to be lovers again, but maybe they could at least end the war as friends.  Real friends.

#N7month #N7 month 2020 #trauma #1000 years #mass effect #kaidan alenko #edi #allie shepard #cronos station

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 26 - Purple

You can also read this on AO3. . . . . . . For years, Allie was relegated to armor that was bound to Alliance regulations – what color it could be, what manufacturer was allowed, what mods she could use.  Now, she stood in front of a kiosk, no longer tied to what the Alliance said she could have.  The Illusive Man didn't care if her armor was black, green, or had pink polka dots.  All he cared about was her having what she needed to stop the Collectors. Now she stood at a kiosk, creating her own armor, not bound by anyone's rules or regulations.  She grinned as she flitted through the different pieces, the different mods, the different manufacturers.  She could even see how it looked on her – before she even touched the kiosk, the merchant had her stand on a platform where a 3D image of her was uploaded into their system. Once she was satisfied with each piece, the menu flipped to the color options. Allie's eyes widened.  She never considered being able to own any armor that wasn't some type of camouflage or OD green.  But here she was, her finger hovering over the button that would give her her heart's desire – matte black armor with bright purple pinstriping and purple accents around the chest piece.  Purple was her favorite color, but she couldn't find a shade for the entire outfit that didn't seem overwhelming.  Besides, she didn't want to stand out too much.  She thought about part of her military history lessons and the story of Marine Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, one of the best snipers to ever serve in the military, and how the white feather he wore in his bush hat made him an incredibly noticeable target. So, rather than stand out by wearing all purple, she went with the black and purple stripes.  After all, black was a basic color for a lot of armor and a lot of people wore it.  She'd be able to blend in better with that color. Her finger hesitated over the 'finalize order' button.  It was going to be strange, wearing something she wanted.  Her years of military service made her reconsider – she was already in a lot of hot water with the Alliance and maybe sticking with the armor they approved of might, in some small and stupid way, help her reputation. “You aren't in the Alliance anymore, though,” she muttered under her breath.  “Hackett and Anderson both seem to have your back, so who cares?” After a few more moments of hesitation, she wondered what Kaidan might think of her new armor.  Would he like it?  Would he even care?  Hell, for all she knew he thought she was still dead.  She needed to find him and get a message to him, but first things first... “Well, the devil hates a coward,” she breathed, finally pressing the button to confirm her order. When the delivery date flashed on the screen, her heart hammered in her chest and butterflies filled her stomach.  Her initial trepidation was quickly replaced by the excitement a kid feels when their birthday is just around the corner and they can't wait to see what presents they get.  As she made her way back to the Normandy, she realized it almost was like a birthday present to herself.  Or maybe more like a 'welcome back from the dead' present. Either way, she couldn't wait for it to show up.

#N7month #N7 Month 2020 #purple #1000 years #allie shepard #armor #welcome back from the dead present

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 25 - Lost

You can also read this on AO3. . . . . . . “I'm not so sure this is a good idea,” Ash said as Kaidan studied the map on his omnitool. “What's not a good idea?  Waiting here?” Allie asked. “No, having the lieutenant determine our course,” came the curt answer. Kaidan glanced up and shot the gunnery chief a questioning look.  “And why is that, Ash?” “Because you can't spell 'lost' without 'LT',” she grinned, quickly adding 'sir' when Kaidan tried giving her a dirty look. Kaidan scowled and turned his attention back to the map on his 'tool. Allie laughed and nudged Kaidan on the shoulder.  “That was a good one.” “I'll never admit it, either,” Kaidan muttered under his breath, but Allie saw the smirk tug at his lip.

#N7month #N7 Month 2020 #lost #1000 years #military humor #inside joke #kaidan alenko #allie shepard #Ashley Williams

[soldiermom1973]

N7 Month day 24 - Enemies

You can also read this on AO3 . . . . . . Allie laments to Kaidan how much easier things would be if a certain someone stopped thinking she was the enemy.

Allie plopped into one of the chairs in the mess.  The mission was successful and netted a few more allies she could call on when the time came to reclaim earth.  The mission itself wasn't hard, but handling so many things back to back was starting to wear on her.  She did her best to hide it, but the people who knew her best saw through the facade.

People like Kaidan, who just happened to meander into the mess as Allie ran her fingers through her hair.

“You ok, Shepard?” he asked, making his way to the coffee pot.

“Yeah,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck.  “I just wish I didn't have to jump through so many damn hoops to get the help we need.”

Kaidan didn't answer.  Allie watched as he finished pouring his coffee and pulled a second mug down.  “It does seem to be a little ridiculous, but you can't entirely fault people for wanting to look out for their own.  It isn't like the Reapers are just pushing through the galaxy, one system at a time. They've hit everywhere all at once.”

“Yeah,” she frowned, wondering what he was up to.  A smile spread across her face when he turned back around and put a mug of hot chocolate in front of her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, inhaling the sweet scent that always seemed to make her feel better.

They sat in amicable silence for several moments.  She appreciated his company and his willingness to not have to fill the quiet with meaningless chit chat.  She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but she was trying to work up the courage to say what was on her mind.

“Have you thought about how quickly this would be over if Cerberus was actually on our side?  If the Illusive Man didn't think we were the enemies in all of this?” she finally asked.

Kaidan didn't answer, just gave her a neutral stare from across the table.  Since he didn't berate her or question her loyalties, she pressed on.  “Think about it – they had the resources to build this ship and bring me back.  They're dumping how many millions of credits into 'improving' their troops. What if he put those resources to help us instead?”

'It might definitely give the Reapers pause,” Kaidan mused.  “Even if he wasn't already indoctrinated, do you think his ego would let him?”

Allie thought for several moments before answering.  “I don't know,” she finally admitted.  “I mean, he didn't solely rely on humans when I went after the Collectors.  Mordin even commented about that when I brought him on board.”

“Yeah, when I saw you on Horizon, I was surprised at the number of aliens on your team,” Kaidan admitted.  “I never would have guessed Cerberus would use alien help like that.”

“Yeah, I thought the same thing when I was looking over the dossiers,” Allie said.  “Still, if he had enough sense to rely on alien help for the Collectors, why not turn to them now when the Reapers are here?  They're a much larger threat.”

“In part, it's his ego,” Kaidan said again, “and in part, it's because he's indoctrinated.  You remember how Benezia and Saren each sounded when they were able to think for themselves.  He doesn't even know he's the one being controlled.”

“True.  I just...”  Allie sighed and rubbed her face again.  “I just can't help but wish he'd come to his senses and help us.  God knows it'd make my life so much easier.”

Kaidan reached across the table and covered her hand with his own.  “You've got an amazing crew here, Allie.  Remember that.  Use them.  We all have your backs here and want to help when and how we can.  You just have to let us know.”

Allie stared at their joined hands for a moment before giving his a gentle squeeze.  “I know, Kaidan. Thanks.”

“Anytime.  You know where to find me.”  He pulled his fingers free, stood, and made his way to the observation deck.

Once he rounded the corner, Allie turned her attention to what was left of her hot chocolate.  He was right – she had people she could count on and she knew it, but this war was so massive and so much was riding on her shoulders she simply couldn't trust it to anyone else.  She just wished, again, getting people on their side wasn't so much damn work.

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N7 Month day 23 - Boot Camp

You can also read this on AO3. . . . . . . “So, Kaidan, this biotic training you had when you were younger.  Was that like your boot camp?” Garrus's question broke the unusual silence that hung over the crew as they cleaned their weapons.  Allie wasn't complaining – sure, she enjoyed the chatting and camaraderie that came along with her team cleaning their gear together, but sometimes companionable silence was nice, too. “What, you mean BAaT?” Kaidan clarified, gazing at his turian friend. “Yeah.  You called it something else, though,” Garrus replied. “Brain camp,” Kaidan said, reaching for a rag.  “And no, it was nothing like basic.” “Oh?  There aren't a lot of turian biotics and they have their own, specialized military training,” the turian said. “Yeah, well, there aren't a lot of human biotics, either, and BAaT was more about studying us than preparing us for the military,” Kaidan said. From there, talk turned of how turians trained their soldiers in comparison to the Alliance, how turians start their training young by human standards – basic training starts at the age of fifteen - and that service is compulsory whereas for humans, it's voluntary and not permitted prior to the age of eighteen.  Garrus also mentioned how even for how many turians there are, they only have about half a dozen training facilities. “Humans have a lot more than that,” Ash chimed in.  “Well over a dozen on earth alone.  The larger colonies have their own, too.” “So what determines where you go for training?” Tali asked.  “Do you get to stay close to home?” “Sometimes, if you're lucky,” Kaidan replied.  “It's usually the luck of the draw.  Isn't that how you do it?” Garrus's mandibles twitched at Kaidan's question.  “No.  Prior to our training, there is about a week of assessments, to figure out where our strengths are.  That's how they figure out where to send us.  Sometimes someone with the right name or lineage can get transferred if they get an assignment they don't want, but that's rare.  The Heirarchy is pretty adamant about having a military that plays to its strengths and overcomes its weaknesses.  They don't want to send someone with a knack for strategy to a camp where the emphasis is on logistics.” “That makes sense,” Allie admitted. “But that sort of specialized training comes later in a human soldier's career. Everyone in the Alliance is Infantry first, regardless of your job specialization.  Boot makes you into that type of soldier, then you head to your advanced training to learn your job and continue to work on being a soldier.” “Seems like a waste to me,” Garrus said.  “Why not combine all of that training?” “Because human society is a lot different from turian,” Ash explained.  “Service isn't compulsory, so we aren't born learning military protocols and basic marksmanship.  We need more time for that.” “What about the asari?” Kaidan asked Liara.  “Do they wrap all their training together like the turians or do they break it up like humans do?” “I am not sure,” Liara admitted.  “I am no commando nor did I have any desire to learn anything about our military.  The only reason I know how to use a pistol is because my mother forced me to learn so I could protect myself from wildlife and mercenaries while at dig sites.” “Do the quarians even have a military?” Ash asked Tali.  “Would you need one?” “Yes, we have a military,” Tali answered, “more as a security and police force for the fleet than anything else.  It isn't like we would be successful going to war with anyone in the galaxy.” “Wrex?”Liara looked at the krogan who'd long since finished cleaning his shotgun and was watching the group with an amused look on his face. “What?” he asked. “I know krogan aren't allowed to have a military, but do your clans do any kind of organized training?” Wrex pushed himself off the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, giving the young asari one of the sternest looks Allie had ever seen. “Even if the clans were that organized – and they aren't, not by a long shot – you think I'd tell you?  If a clan had any kind of organized training, the Council might think it's a militia. Yes, the whelps learn how to shoot and if any of them are biotics, they're sent to the females to learn how to control their power.” “Krogan military,” he scoffed under his breath.  “I'll never see one while I'm alive.”    “LT, where did you do your training?” Ash asked. Kaidan gave Allie a furtive glance and she just raised an eyebrow at him.  She knew where he did all of his training – what schools he attended, how he did, who his trainers were – because she was privy to his personnel file.  It was one of those things she considered a private matter, though.  If another soldier mentioned where they trained, Allie kept that information to herself.  She knew where Ash trained prior to reading her file – it hadn't been transferred to the Normandy until several weeks after Eden Prime – because they talked about it.  Allie still smiled at the fact they not only went to the same camp, but that they also had some of the same instructors. “You might as well tell her,” Allie said.  “You know between her and Joker, they'll figure it out eventually.” Kaidan pulled the slide back on his pistol, checked down the barrel, and let the slide fall shut.  He sighed, and mumbled something under his breath. “What was that?” Garrus asked.  “It sounded like 'Disney'.” Ash's head shot up at that word.  “No. Way.  LT, you did NOT go to Camp Disney.” Kaidan just shrugged and shook his head.  “If you say so, Chief.” “Well, shit.  My respect for you just doubled.”  The look on her face was pure awe. “Wait, I'm confused,” Garrus said.  “What's Camp Disney?” “Back before the First Contact war, there was a company that owned dozens of amusement parks,” Allie explained.  “They also did movies and shows and a ton of other things.  During the war, the Alliance thought an amusement park would make a great place to train its soldiers in urban warfare, so they took over the Disney park located on the west coast of North America.  It's got the reputation of being the toughest place to do boot camp in all of the Alliance.” “Why?  Don't your camps all have the same training regimens?” Garrus asked. “They're supposed to, but every place is different.  The staff is different.  You might have a drill instructor at one place that will overlook a bootlace hanging out and one at another place that will make you do fifty push-ups for such an infraction,” Allie shrugged. “Plus every facility offers its own challenges – some have steep hills recruits are forced to climb regularly, others might have bad weather year round, stuff like that. “Apparently, because the place used to be an amusement park, the leadership there wanted to squash any kind of idea incoming recruits might have about the place being an easy time.”  Allie sighed and fought back a smile at the obvious red flush that had crept up Kaidan's neck and covered his cheeks. “I mean, it certainly explains a lot,” Ash said, her eyes still wide with respect. Again, Kaidan just shrugged and stood to stow his gear.  “It was training,” he murmured as he grabbed Liara's pistol to help her clean it. “Is that facility really so different?” Garrus asked. “Supposedly,” Allie shrugged.  “If a recruit is going to wash out, they're going to do it there.  They have a pretty high drop rate.” “And the Alliance is ok with that?” the turian pressed. “Yes because the soldiers that do make it are some of the best the Alliance has.  It's almost like seeing someone with an N7 on their armor,” Allie said. Ash nodded in agreement.  “LT is the first person I've ever known who went there.  Camp Disney definitely has a reputation." “Wait, so, Shepard, this Camp Disney place is like doing your N7 training?” Tali asked. “No, no, not by a long shot,” Allie answered.  “It's tough, but ICT is a whole 'nother beast.  Now that I think about it,”  Allie frowned and leaned back against the bulkhead, “I had a lot of classmates in ICT that went there.” “Kaidan, do you think your experience at this brain camp helped prepare you for boot camp?” Liara asked. Allie paused what she was doing and watched Kaidan.  She knew what he went through there, what he did, but she wasn't sure if he told anyone else on the crew.  In her mind, it was hard to figure how killing someone in self-defense would prepare you for a career in the military, but she had a perspective Liara lacked. “In a way,” Kaidan said slowly.  “The staff was primarily turian, so we had a strict schedule.  Lights on, meals, training, about an hour of personal time every day, lights out.  In that sense, yes, it helped.  But from a military point of view, it did nothing. What I knew about the Alliance and training I learned from my dad.” “I don't know,” Tali said, “but it seems like you humans like to do a lot of camping when you train.  What?” she asked, confused when a chuckle ran through the group.  “There was brain camp, boot camp...  I've been waiting for you to all talk about sleeping outdoors, too.” The group laughed and Ash gently explained why the training places were called 'camps' and when she said that they did often spend a lot of time sleeping outdoors, the quarians confusion only grew. “I'll never understand you humans,” she huffed.

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N7 Month Day 22 - Red Sand

This story takes place just before Post-Party Blues.  You can also read it on AO3 . . . . . . The group photo was done and Allie's friends were still mingling about around the couch.  Allie stretched her arms over and behind her head, sighing when her back popped.  She rested her head on the back of the couch, hoping things would soon wind down enough so she could get to bed.  She chuckled when she heard James, Liara, Jacob, and Kaidan start discussing biotics again and wondered just how much Kaidan had to drink because it sounded like his speech was slurring a bit.  Like her, his biotics made it hard, but not impossible, to get drunk. She sighed and flopped her head back on the couch, dragging her hand down her face.  “Good lord, this again?” she groaned, then smirked.  “You know I could easily kick all of your asses with one hand tied behind my back, right?” That got her a few moments of silence as the parties involved turned to look at her, their expressions a mix of disbelief, shock, and humor.  “What?” she feigned innocence.  “The only reason I haven't is because the Normandy can only handle so many bruised egos at one time.” The small group erupted into defensive arguments and Allie laughed and shook her head.  From behind her, Garrus cleared his throat.  “I know one person who could easily defeat every. Single. One. Of. You.” His taloned finger stabbed at everyone involved in the discussion, including Allie.  The group fell silent for a few moments and Garrus's mandible twitched. “Well, Scars, don't keep us waiting,” James scoffed.  “Who do you know that could possibly take all of us down?” The turian's nose plates flexed and he shifted his weight on his feet.  “Niftu Cal, the Biotic God of Illium.” Kaidan and James gave each other confused looks before glancing around at the other people in the room, who started laughing and commenting about the high-as-a-kite volus Allie and her team met while she went after the Collectors. “Ok, little lost here?” Kaidan finally asked.  “Niftu Cal?  Sounds volus and I don't ever remember meeting or even hearing about any volus with biotics, much less one that could beat Shepard.” Allie wiped her eyes and told her confused friends the tale of Niftu Cal, how his partner and so-called friend sold a powerful but also deadly drug to some Eclipse mercs, how the drug caused some deaths, and how the mercs wanted revenge. “There were canisters of this stuff all over the place,” Garrus added.  “The mercs would destroy one and leave this haze that looked like red sand.  Gave Shepard one hell of a power boost, too. “Wait,” Kaidan looked at Allie, “this stuff was deadly and you used it?” “No,” she huffed, “not intentionally.  Sometimes my Charge would take me through a cloud or it would dissipate enough that I didn't know it was still there.  EDI kept track of my vitals, though, and let me know if I was getting overexposed.” Kaidan stared at her a few more moments before Allie rolled her eyes at him and Garrus continued the story, taking great care to mention how the volus called himself a 'great wind...  a great biotic wind.' “Fear me!” he boomed.  “No, seriously, he walked up to me, shook his fist at me, and said that.” “He did,” Allie agreed, grinning at the memory. “So he was going to go ahead and take on this Eclipse leader and when he turned his back, Shepard nudged his breathing pack, and knocked him right over.  It was enough to knock some sense into him because he took Shepard's advice and stumbled down the hall, saying how he'd take a nap first and destroy the universe after.” “You probably saved his life,” James said. “No 'probably' about it,” Allie admitted.  'If I'd let him go in after those mercs, they'd have torn him apart.” Allie stretched and listened as her friends continued to reminisce about that mission.  A couple of them drifted from the living room to other parts of the apartment, some declared their intention to get some sleep.  Kaidan's posture mimicked her own from earlier – head flopped back on the couch, hands loosely clasped over his chest, and a soft snuffle escaped his lips. She stood and nudged his leg.  “Come on, Major.  Let's get you to bed.”

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N7 Month Day 21 - Undercover

You can also read this on AO3 . . . . . . “You could have brought Vega, you know.” Allie cast a sidelong glance at the man beside her.  She didn't dare look at him straight on because damn, he looked good and the last thing she needed was to be caught staring. “I know,” she murmured, praying Brooks would hurry up so she wouldn't have to have this conversation. “So why didn't you?” Allie sighed.  “Because he stands out, with the muscles and the tattoos and all.  And he isn't exactly subtle.  You blend in better.” Kaidan raised an eyebrow and studied her for several moments before replying.  “Is that the only reason?” Allie closed her eyes and shook her head.  No, Kaidan.  It isn't.  It's the convenient one.  The one that makes the most logistical sense.  I wanted you to come along because I miss you.  Because I want to pretend this might be a real date.  Because you look fantastic and I want people to be jealous that I'm the one with you. “Yes, Kaidan, that's the only reason. This is an undercover op, remember?  We both need to blend.  If it wasn't for that, I'd bring a full team and we'd go in guns blazing.” She risked looking at him then, not surprised to see an expression on his face that said he didn't believe a word she just said.  “You could have said no, you know,” she added. Kaidan frowned and Allie just shook her head, not wanting to further defend her reasons for bringing him. Instead, she let her eyes slide along his body, noting how well the tux fit and how well it suited him. “It's kind of scary how quickly Liara could get this stuff,” she noted.  She turned her attention back to the living room and hoped he'd accept the change in topic. “Especially stuff that fits so damn well.” Kaidan cleared his throat and from the corner of her eye, Allie could see him adjust his cuffs.  “I haven't worn a tux since prom in high school,” he admitted.  “It feels strange being dressed up but not in my blues.” Allie hummed in agreement – she hadn't dressed like this since she helped Kasumi break into Donovan Hock's vault to retrieve that greybox.  She wasn't usually a dress kind of person but had to admit the short black number Liara found for her to wear made her feel more than just a little attractive. She risked another glance at Kaidan and noticed him staring at her.  She felt her face get hot and she quickly looked away.  “Everything ok, Kaidan?” she asked. “Yeah.  Just...  you look good, Allie.  I think this is the first time I've ever seen you out of uniform like this.  Wait, that didn't sound right,” he stammered and rubbed the back of his neck. Allie shook her head and chuckled, thankful to see Brooks finally make her way over to them.  “You look good, too, Kaidan,” she murmured. She didn't miss the grin that spread across his face as the trio stepped through the door.

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N7 Month Day 19 - Blue

You can also read this on AO3 . . . . . . Kaidan frowned when he opened the locker that held his personal effects.  The first thing he grabbed was his helmet – he could almost smell the fresh paint on it and, most telling, it was free of any dents or damage.  Considering the injuries he sustained, there should have at least been some scratches in the paint.  Instead, his helmet was like new.  Same for the chest plate, the greaves, the leg armor...  all of it was like new.  Even the old dents and scrapes that made his armor his were missing.  Sure, it was still that same shade of custom blue he favored with the white stripes that he thought set the whole thing off and the mods were all the same.  Hell, even the clasps and buckles were set just so and didn't need adjustment.  But it wasn't the same armor he wore to Mars.  It wasn't the same armor that saved his life. It was his, but it wasn't. When he asked the doctors and nurses about it, they gave him a knowing smile and said his mysterious benefactor wanted to remain anonymous.  His gut told him this was all Allie, but his armor wasn't cheap and now with the Reapers arrival he was certain any armor would be in short supply.  He knew Allie would be busy rallying the troops, trying to get help for Anderson and for everyone still on earth. Would she have had the time to replace all his armor?  Would she have even had the inclination to? He remembered the hurt look on her face when he questioned her loyalties, asking if she'd been modified like the husk-looking soldier he unmasked on Mars.  He remembered the sound of her voice, the fear when she screamed his name when Dr. Eva grabbed him by the front of his helmet and smashed him against the shuttle.  They talked about it a little, and about Horizon, too.  He knew how much his words hurt her, but when she left he felt like they'd taken five steps forward in fixing their relationship.  Even so, she hadn't said anything about his armor when she visited him. Nothing in her demeanor or their conversation led him to believe she was behind this. After inspecting each piece, he realized he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.  Still, he would have liked to have seen his old set.  He knew his injuries were severe, especially the ones to his head, and he wondered how much worse they would have been if it hadn't been for his armor protecting him.

--------------------------------------------------------- Allie was well on her way to Sur'Kesh, her mind replaying the conversation she had with Kaidan before they left.  She wondered if he found his new armor yet and her gaze drifted to the box in the corner of her quarters that held the damaged pieces.  She pulled the box out and opened it, her fingers tracing the dents and scrapes that covered his old armor, tracing through the thin sheen of red dust that dulled the vibrant blue paint.

Maybe some day he'd ask her about his new gear.

Maybe some day she'd admit to replacing it.

Maybe.

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N7 Month Day 18 - Substance

You can also read this on AO3 . . . . . . Evaluation reports are due and Kaidan's struggling with a couple of his

Allie sighed and rolled her neck. Performance evaluations were coming due in a hurry and she was sacrificing sleep to make sure they were as correct and fair as they could be.  After all, this paperwork carried a lot of weight when it came to a soldier's chances at promotions and schools.  She signed her name one more time, the glanced at the two she'd set aside.

“Hey, LT, do you have a minute?” she called across the mess to her XO.

“Sure thing, Commander.”  He straightened up, brushed off his hands, and took an empty seat across from her.

“I need to ask you something, but I don't want to offend or upset you,” she said.

“I doubt you'd do either,” he smiled, “but go ahead.”

“You've done NCOERs before, right?”

“Sure.  Plenty of them,” he frowned.  “Why?  Did I miss something?”

“Well, kind of,” Allie replied, spinning the two datapads so he could see them.  “When you did them before, were the senior raters ok with you just having one bullet point for some of these sections?”

Kaidan cleared his throat after glancing at the information in front of him.  “Honestly, Commander, I haven't had it come up before.  These two aren't the worst Marines I've ever had serve under me, but they aren't the best, either.  I struggled to come up with even one point that didn't seem like I pasted it out of a guide book.”

“Really?” Allie asked.  Kaidan was always diplomatic when talking about his troops, never really pointing out any problems.  Instead, he managed to spin issues into something that didn't seem troublesome.  She was surprised that verbiage didn't translate well onto the paperwork she had in front of her.  “Well, these need more substance – at least two more bullet points each.  Otherwise, this can affect their future promotions or even securing a slot for school.”

“I understand, ma'am,” he replied softly.  “Doing these evaluations has never been something I've been good at.  I can verbally say good things about the people who work for me, but as soon as I have to write it down, I'm at a loss.” He gave her a hopeful look and added, “I'd be open to any suggestions.”

Allie took a deep breath and studied him for a moment.  “You know I really shouldn't,” she finally said.  “This has to come from you.  My signature only means it's complete, not whether or not I agree with the assessment.”

For the briefest moment, Kaidan looked like someone kicked his puppy.  “I understand, Commander,” he said, his professional military face easily slipped back into place. He took the two datapads, stood, and turned away.

“Kaidan, wait,” Allie sighed.  “If I help you with this, you have to swear you won't tell a soul.”

“I don't want anyone to get into trouble, ma'am, and I don't want these to be invalidated because you broke protocol,” he answered over his shoulder.

Allie cleared her throat and let out an audible and exasperated sigh.

Kaidan hesitated only a moment longer before turning around.  “Well, if you insist,” he smiled, “you have my word no one will know.”

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N7 Month day 16 - Friends

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Squeezing a trigger isn't always as easy as it seems.

. . . . . .

When Allie stepped off the elevator, she was surprised to see Garrus standing at the memorial wall.  His hands were gripping his cowl and while his posture seemed relaxed, Allie knew him well enough to know he was anything but.  She sidled up next to him and studied the names of the friends and crew she'd lost.

“Shepard,” Garrus greeted her before turning his attention back to the wall.  “Hell of a day. Udina loses his mind, the Citadel almost falls and you almost had to put down a friend.” Allie's chest got tight with the memory of her and Kaidan staring each other down, guns drawn, ready to fire. “Got a little tense there,” she murmured. “If it had come down to it, could you have pulled the trigger?” Garrus asked. Allie wondered if he was asking because she had to make a similar choice three years prior on Virmire.  She had told everyone back then the technical and military reasons for choosing Kaidan over Ash, but she knew deep down it was her heart that had made that decision. Allie thought about her conversation with Kaidan while he was still in the hospital. ”Are we going to be able to get past Horizon?” Allie asked, still not sure if Kaidan trusted her or not. “I'd like to Shepard.  As friends... as more than friends.  I mean, I miss having you in my life,” he replied. As friends... as more than friends. More than friends... Friends... Allie wasn't sure what they were anymore.  After all, friends didn't pull their guns on each other, right?  Friends believed each other, believed in each other.  Friends trusted each other.  Right? Allie didn't know where she stood with Kaidan anymore, but she knew one thing for certain – she still loved him. “No,” she whispered.  “No, Garrus, I couldn't have.”

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