Omg so stuck on this chapter. Trying to finish it by the end of the week because Voltron has eaten my life (SHIROOOOOOO) and while my best friend isn’t as wildly enamoured of it as I am, he said it makes him want to play SWTOR again so I am in favour of that because my hottie Sith Inquisitor has been neglected for a bit. Anyway, lots of copy-pasta here, but also ship ship ship.
I’m not sure I’m fully happy with this chapter as it is, so I may edit it tomorrow or the day after. I already added in a couple of edits to earlier chapters – notably, a little paragraph about Bao-Dur in chapter 5. (he’s good with kids, basically)
Also because Shiro is my new husbando (yes, already) I might start writing a fliffy fluffy ShOCmancefic. Oops. And I started a ‘Takashi’ Shepard. Dang, Vanguards are squishy in ME1.
Part 10: Sniper Shot
He’d been right, shockingly – the first thing she did when she got back to the ship, after Mical finished fussing over her many half-healed injuries in the medbay, was sleep. Maybe her weirdness had only been from trying to maintain too much control when she was dead tired.
While she slept, he leaned casually into the doorway of the medbay. “What’s the final tally?”
Mical pushed reading glasses up his nose and brought his datapad around. “Immense. Twenty-three burns of varying sizes and degrees, including three right in the centre of her chest, one through her left arm, and a long one across her side. She’s also absorbed a large amount of energy; the scanner picked up abnormal readings from her internal organs. I’m not sure if it’s from the burns or the energy, but… Also, eleven contusions, mostly across her back and arms, and a concussion. All in various states of recovery; thank the Force she’s been healing herself the whole time or else I’m not sure she would have come back to us.” Continue reading