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Let's see, maybe I'll tell a small ficlit story...


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Looking over her squad and listening to the feedback coming from Lawson about their landing zone, she thinks maybe she'll take this one solo. Garrus looks raring to go, double checking his scope. But Thane...

She's not used to seeing a look of discomfort on the drell's normally calm face. There's a tiny crease between his brow plates, crinkling the scales in between, and the corners of his lips are struggling to not pull down. Reaching across to put a hand on the turian's leg, she says, "Hey, looks like this is a solo act for now. I'll holler for you two if there's need."

A flash of concern crosses Vakarian's face, but he nods. "You got it, Commander."

A rumbling grunt is all she got from Thane.

There's a thunk from outside as the flier lands, and all secure their helmets at the alarm. The cabin is preparing for depressurization so Shepard can head out onto the platform and fix the shielding.

Squinting as the door opens, she hops out and continues with the mission. She'll find out what's up with Krios later. Right now, there's a platform to fix.
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I'll finish more after work.