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Movement of the Stars#01 Motion
As the ship thrums into life all around her, Shepard revels in the subtle sense of motion; for a moment, she understands the movement of the stars.
Jacob feels the gel pack settle onto his burning forehead, and when he looks up and sees Miranda's face, not Chakwas', all he can do is smile.
Lynne Shepard is shoved toward the alien, his four eyes narrowing in scrutiny as the human recruiter grunts, "She's puny, but she's got the temper of an angry varrenthe Reds could use one like her."
Tali's steps resonate throughout the suddenly quiet Flotilla, but she keeps her bright eyes trained on Shepard's backshe won't make her final moments here important ones.
He said "She deserves a better man than I," but as the words formed on his lips Jacob had to shove aside something that felt suspiciously like lying.
She recalls the softness of their tiny features, the way she would trace fo
Angels WeptAshley Williams stepped out of the elevator on the SSV Normandy while tying her hair into a regulation bun. She hadnt been able to sleep, but at two thirty six in the morning AST, there was only so much to occupy her time. After cleaning her guns again, and re-organizing her locker, she had resigned to go to the mess. No one would be up anyway and maybe a glass of milk would help her sleep.
She wasnt sure how milk and sleep were correlated, but after a restless evening like hers, she was willing to try anything.
What she didnt expect was to turn the corner and see Commander Shepard.
Ashley froze. At first, out of fear of being caught. The crew was on a strict sleep schedule to keep everyone at their most energized. She wasnt supposed to be wandering the mess in the middle of the night. She felt her body freeze a second time at the thought of how strange it was to see Shepard by herself. If the commander was out of her quarters a crew of at least three people at
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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