This isn't the first time Shepard has ever woken up in a strange place with vaguely ominous warnings playing on repeat. Hell, this isn't even the first time she'd woken up in a place like this without her armor. She'd have preferred to have her gun on her but, frankly, she could get by without a pistol if she had to.
The other person in the cell, well, they don't look like they are doing quite as well as she is.
"Hey," Shepard tries and the sound bounces back at her--the walls are far too close for comfort. "Hey, get up," she hazards again and, for good measure, shoves them in the side with her foot as she draws herself to standing.
"We've got problems."
003 Bar
"I guess this will do," Shepard announces as she peers into the room.
The place is thrashed, the chairs upended, cups cluttering the floor, and scattered trash everywhere. There is about an equal measure of broken glass and bent metal to unbroken--she's seen worse but not much. She strays in, boots crunching on broken tumblers, and eyes the bar itself. There are a few bottles on the shelves but none of them look expensive or worthwhile. Shepard eyes them a moment then decides to take her chances and snags one.
The top takes some trying but she forces it off and is greeted by the scent of strong, cheap alcohol. On a whim, she grabs one of the cleanest looking glasses off the floor and fills it up.
"Cheers," she says to the empty room and downs the whole of it like she'd just poured a shot.
004 Spacequakes
Low gravity arrays were the worst; she hated them in basic, hated them on post, and hated them now. Mag-boots combined with normal pressure were just asking to make a person sick, begging for it, and it was only by dint of her years of service that she could take it without flinching. Unfortunately, the sudden jarring toss of gravity and the bolt of electricity was enough to toss even Shepard on her ass.
She hit the wall with a resounding bang and, on instinct, managed to wind her arm through something and catch herself before the whole building blew apart. Seeing how explosive decompression didn't kill her a moment later, Shepard was at something of a loss. The shaking ceased and, in an instant, it was like it had never happened.
"Shit, seriously?" she seethed and glowered at the ceiling. She couldn't hear any groaning but, frankly, that didn't mean something wasn't broken. She was (quite possibly) the world's worst engineer, but that didn't really matter. If something was broken, she had to find it, it was part of the job.
Commander Jane Shepard | Mass Effect
This isn't the first time Shepard has ever woken up in a strange place with vaguely ominous warnings playing on repeat. Hell, this isn't even the first time she'd woken up in a place like this without her armor. She'd have preferred to have her gun on her but, frankly, she could get by without a pistol if she had to.
The other person in the cell, well, they don't look like they are doing quite as well as she is.
"Hey," Shepard tries and the sound bounces back at her--the walls are far too close for comfort. "Hey, get up," she hazards again and, for good measure, shoves them in the side with her foot as she draws herself to standing.
"We've got problems."
003 Bar
"I guess this will do," Shepard announces as she peers into the room.
The place is thrashed, the chairs upended, cups cluttering the floor, and scattered trash everywhere. There is about an equal measure of broken glass and bent metal to unbroken--she's seen worse but not much. She strays in, boots crunching on broken tumblers, and eyes the bar itself. There are a few bottles on the shelves but none of them look expensive or worthwhile. Shepard eyes them a moment then decides to take her chances and snags one.
The top takes some trying but she forces it off and is greeted by the scent of strong, cheap alcohol. On a whim, she grabs one of the cleanest looking glasses off the floor and fills it up.
"Cheers," she says to the empty room and downs the whole of it like she'd just poured a shot.
004 Spacequakes
Low gravity arrays were the worst; she hated them in basic, hated them on post, and hated them now. Mag-boots combined with normal pressure were just asking to make a person sick, begging for it, and it was only by dint of her years of service that she could take it without flinching. Unfortunately, the sudden jarring toss of gravity and the bolt of electricity was enough to toss even Shepard on her ass.
She hit the wall with a resounding bang and, on instinct, managed to wind her arm through something and catch herself before the whole building blew apart. Seeing how explosive decompression didn't kill her a moment later, Shepard was at something of a loss. The shaking ceased and, in an instant, it was like it had never happened.
"Shit, seriously?" she seethed and glowered at the ceiling. She couldn't hear any groaning but, frankly, that didn't mean something wasn't broken. She was (quite possibly) the world's worst engineer, but that didn't really matter. If something was broken, she had to find it, it was part of the job.