#arcturusstation

YES or NO questions.

    Funny how easy this question would be for Zaeed to answer.  Usually when it came to questions concerning Steven, he’d struggle to decide whether he wanted to answer yes or no, because he always felt the need to explain himself afterward.  This question, however, required no extra information, nor did he care how it came across.  The mercenary answered just as dryly, his expression neutral, lips in a straight line.

    ”No.”  

Philip’s fingers felt numb around the datapad as he clutched it, staring at the words that streamed across it.

...was killed in action in a skirmish with batarian pirates on the border of the Terminus systems. His body will be given internment with honors at Arcturus station in the presence of his wife Hannah and son Philip on 15 March…

Philip swallowed, shut his eyes, tried to process the news with something like equanimity...and failed. Tears were squeezing out under his closed eyelids. I’m not gonna cry… he thought petulantly, as if thinking it could make it so. Dad wouldn’t’ve cried. He would have…

Really, he didn’t know what his father would have done. Terrence Shepard was a man known for his technical prowess but not his warmth, and Philip had not seen him for almost six months anyway; with both parents on border patrol, he’d been living on Arcturus Station and getting into as much trouble as a fifteen-year-old boy could think up on a military base.

Six months since he had seen his father...and now he’d never see him again.

The grief rose in his throat and choked him and he started to his feet, bursting forward off the bench he’d been occupying, barreling directly into a navy admiral walking the other direction.

     She hadn't seen Hackett in months.       Had it only been months? It might      have felt more like years. Still, the       sight of the old soldier brought a      tight-lipped smile to the commander's      lips as she straightened up and       saluted him. 

"I told you, I can't fix a mantis in ten minutes, you just gotta cool your ass dow- ow-oh- Admiral." Saddened, Sparks was a little downtrodden to say the least when she let the reminents of her Commander's obliterated gun drop to the counter, turning to see not Shepard whom she hoped would be there but Admiral Hackett, in full dress uniform, standing at the temporary workbench she'd hijacked after all else had been destroyed. Damn that man moved quieter than EDI's mech...Her team... She was left to only worry over his responce to her brashness.

"Sir." Saluting and going to attention with ease, the girl remembered his last words before the battle 'Never before have so many come together--from all quarters of the galaxy', and never were they more true until now, but all she could think was that Shepard was gone. "Sir... I'm so sorry, I just- I... I shouldn't have..."

▦: Ten different scenarios you’d like your character to participate in

Battle, or really any kind of totally action-oriented, thread

Fantasy AU setting (with Miranda as a mage)

Motherhood/Parental Post-War

Chiron Oriented Post War (working on a few of these right now, actually)

Drunk!Miri (because it’s quite possibly the best thing ever)

Miranda Lawson, the third human Spectre (come on, I know you’ve thought about it :D)

The Illusive Woman (Miranda seizes control of Cerberus and continues to support it’s extreme ‘humanity first’ agenda)

AU where she never gave Oriana up, raising her herself

While playing a piece, someone stumbles in on her (easiest way to see an embarassed Miri)

✦: Ten different things that remind the writer of the character

[heh, was just getting to this anyway :) ]