@mantis-scopeāā sent: š¤ gimme shakarian babeyyyy
The last time sheād seen action, barring her escape from Earthās siege, was six months ago. Practice was never the same as the real thing. There was no way to replicate the stress and adrenaline of facing death. Did it make her feel alive? Not really. It used to. Now it just made her tired, but at least it gave her a reason to get up.
The Reapers were brutal. The Brutes they had to deal with were... brutal, really. A fitting name. Probably not what they were meant to be called, but the Reapers were probably not interested in giving them the proper information. Sheād thought getting body checked by a Krogan was probably the worst thing next to getting hit by a speeding truck, but a hulking beast part Krogan and Turian was even worse.
Nothing was broken, thankfully, but from the way Shepard struggled to reach around her waist to undress from her armor had her sure something was at least sprained. The Commander bit back her wince.
āGarrus?ā She asked, and she realized she didnāt really know how to ask for help from people who werenāt her therapist. Sheād never done so before. Shepard stalled. The way he stared at her made her feel small. Maybe that was just her,Ā āYou alright, Big Guy?ā
Heād been safe from the body check, but that didnāt mean her was entire unscathed either. Favors, tit for tat. She understood that language well enough. āIāll scratch your back if you scratch mine. Cāmere -- help me get this armor off and we can get a good look at your wounds.ā
















