Consciousness came back slowly, as one might rise from deep under the water. Shepard fought to open his eyes, only to find the world a soft haze. His mouth felt like cotton and the table beneath him seemed to flex and bend, even though he knew it to be solid.
Table?
In a sudden fit of panic Shepard noticed the restraints and jerked against them, but his movements felt weak. He could thrash, but there was no power in it, just meaningless struggling.
"Your race is surprisingly vulnerable to a wide variety of sedatives, Shepard," a crisp voice carried from beyond his vision, "I was a bit surprised. I had always assumed you to be made of hardier stuff."
A shadow emerged from the haze, coalescing into the familiar hood and visor of a Quarian. Tali? No, she'd never do this... besides, the voice was wrong. He knew her, but his mind was just too scattered. Shepard couldn't assemble the pieces.
"Why..." Shepard started, straining to look up, but fatigue quickly overwhelmed him and his head fell back.
The Quarian only laughed. "Why, indeed? I've always wondered what made you tick commander. Not only are you the galaxy's most famous Spectre, but you manage to inspire the loyalty of a wide variety of people. Even the Geth took 'personal' interest in you, and *that* has certainly gained my notice."
The pieces started to come together as the shape came into better focus. The Quarian was leaning over him, a hand lightly resting on his chest. It was a familiar touch, yet at the same time, so very alien because it was that of a stranger. The fingers trailed down to his side, then up his arm, tracing faint lines of orange light beneath the surface.
T he masked form wondered aloud, "How is a man brought back from the dead, I wonder? These cybernetics... I've never seen anything like it, and my race is an *expert* on such things, Shepard. Where did Cerberus get them?"
A chill raced down Shepard's back as the pieces started assembling in his mind. How he got here, he didn't know, but this was one person with whom he didn't want to be alone. The commander could only hope his friends were looking for him, as he felt the breath from the Quarian's exhalation vents play over exposed skin.
"I think I'm going to enjoy learning what makes you tick," Daro'Xen smiled behind her mask.
EDIT: Dammit, top.
Modifié par Orion1836, 03 août 2010 - 03:28 .




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