#fatefault

“so, let me get this right— you’re one of lukas’ relatives, have been in a cryogenic freeze for over fifty years, and you want to meet him?”    repeating the words leaves her as dumbfounded as she was moments ago, when the ghost of night city's cinema past walked into her clinic.   (how could she not recognize her? lukas had made sure to mention it a billion times, and another billion times for safekeepings.) to say her interest was piqued was the biggest understatement of the year.   (but curiosity killed the cat far more often than not.)   with a raise of her eyebrows and a few nods of her head, clarke runs the scenario over her head— showing up to lukas’ clinic, him most likely playing on his ar headset, inevitably leading to himself shitting his pants when he sees the relative he proudly brandishes to every stranger he encounters on the streets.  how could she refuse such an offer?    

a litter of krogan corpses surround their feet, a sight growing more accustomed over the months. the aftermath of their gunfight. the entrance to chora's den wasn't meant to become a slaughterhouse within five minutes of her arrival, but upset krogans and one wrong sentence led to bullets flying before she knew it.

maybe ivy was right— perhaps jane shepard knew how to make enemies. after all, she was commander shepard; trouble followed her wherever she went. however, she surmises that even on her best day, the normandy crew would beg to differ with that sentiment. she manages to find trouble wherever she goes, jane can hear them arguing.

"don't pin the blame on me— these guys were looking for a fight." a pause as her right boot gently kicks one of the bodies, her version of a double tap. always have to make sure they're not pretending. "not that they put up much of a fight." she mumbles under her breath before shaking her head. this was not her fault and she refused to believe otherwise.

so where does that leave ivy's remark? up in the air. jane doesn't dare attempt to decipher it because that'll open up a can of worms, one she's not interested in delving into today.

the council had always been blind— individuals who didn't want to view the threat looming across the horizon. their remarks hadn't surprised anakin. they had always avoided wanting to face the reality that was slapping them in the face— that would never change. what did, however, shock the biotic was commander shepard's placid demeanor about the situation. [and her attitude from previous encounters with them.] they had sat in silence since their return to the normandy and now, more than ever, he chooses to break the silence. “how are you so calm about this? the council is making a mockery of you!” like a child throwing a temper tantrum, he rises from the chair he had perched himself in and moves directly in front of ivy— his face lowering down to hers, eyes meeting hers. anger transparent, blood boiling, he shakes his head in disbelief.