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OMEGA DLC | THE MOST FUN A RENEGADE CAN HAVE WITHOUT WHILE COMMITTING WAR CRIMES

Game & Gambit - Chapter 12: Doesn't Take a Genius

“Don’t be a bosh’tet, Shepard,” Tali says. “This isn’t about setbacks. It’s about compensating for bad judgment.” The faint glow of her eyes turns on me. “My bad judgment.”

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Fandom: Mass Effect

Relationship: Female Shepard/Aria T'Loak, Female Shepard/Liara T'Soni (past)

Rating: E

Synopsis:

This is bad. Shepard’s…bad. This-does-not-look-survivable, bad. If Bray was here with me, he’d shoot her. I’d probably tell him to do it. There’s a not-insignificant chance this is wholly not worth my time.

That’s probably my cue to bow the hell out of this bullshit.

Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Female Shepard/Aria T’Loak Rating: T for now but will likely escalate Notes: The Omega DLC fucked me up man.  Tentatively 2 more parts to come!  Also more first-person Shepard I cannot be stopped.

It's strange how war affects how you perceive the passage of time.  Missions that consume you, mind and body, maybe soul, if you're into that crap, can last hours, even minutes, and then they're over, and you're back on your ship, and no one who wasn't there can see how your very essence has been somehow...disturbed.

This is my lot after I help Aria retake Omega.  I wasn't away long.  Half a solar day, maybe, whatever that matters out in the middle of nowhere. Aria asked me to come alone, so I did, and left everyone else to work on their own projects.  Now no one has anything new to say because no one knows what I've seen.

Dealing with asari is like that, though, I'm starting to think.  The ability to meld minds, to create spaces beyond the physical world, extends to their personal interactions.  It wasn't the same with Liara or Samara, by any stretch of the imagination, but there is one common thread.  With both of them, all of them, I often leave interactions feeling like I've been somewhere far away from the rest of the world, and disoriented when no one else seems to understand my state of mind.

I find myself drawn to the starboard observation deck where Samara used to sit meditating for hours on end.  I guess it's sort of unnecessary to dwell too much on any of this.  I've seen enough shit by now not to find the course of events particularly unusual.  I've seen a lot of people die in fucked up ways, and a fair amount of people have grabbed me and kissed me in the heat of the moment.  I understand the impulse, even, in a distant sort of way.

You love someone, just a little bit, just for a second, in moments of peril, because...I don't know, maybe you just want to believe you know how before it's all over.