Dr. Doctor wrote...
@Cricket
I agree that idea that they wouldn't talk about the relationship in public or on a mission. Going back and forth like an old married couple on the other hand...
Miranda: You ordered an orbital strike on a Cerberus base I was observing!
Shepard: How else was I supposed to get in contract with you? You never answer my emails.
jtav wrote...
On the couch and deservedly so.
Modifié par CrutchCricket, 03 novembre 2011 - 02:12 .
CrutchCricket wrote...
jtav wrote...
On the couch and deservedly so.
Huh... whould've expected you to denounce the idea of shared quarters all together. Anyway given that Shepard's couch is about three feet from the bed, I wonder how that'd go...
jtav wrote...
As a matter of fact I don't think they will or should be sharing quarters on the Normandy. But Shep would be in the doghouse.
jtav wrote...
As a matter of fact I don't think they will or should be sharing quarters on the Normandy.
^jtav wrote...
On the Normandy? Bad idea. You're going to want at least the illusion of professionalism because you don't want talk about the CO playing favorites. Besides, Miranda needs her own space.
jtav wrote...
It'll be a few hours, but anyone up for an excerpt. Post-game, Miranda/Liara. though it's definitely not the focus of the story.
raziel1980 wrote...
Of course... gives me something good to read while here at work.
Modifié par CrutchCricket, 03 novembre 2011 - 04:12 .
Modifié par naledgeborn, 03 novembre 2011 - 04:25 .
naledgeborn wrote...
Haha I get it. TIM usually inspires the feeling that one is inferior. And when Miranda uses him as a standard of validation it hurts twice as much.
Whatever. If can kill him and get his job in ME3 it'll all be gravy for me. And then I can head canon Shep and Miranda having desk sex in front of the color changing star.
Bekenstein, 2216
“Councilor Alenko to see you, ma’am.”
Miranda frowned. She and Kaidan had never gotten along very well, even after the end of the war and her assuming the reins of what remained of her father’s company. There was too much of Cerberus left in her and too much of the Alliance left in him. So whatever had brought him here must be big. And “big” tended to be bad for business, her personal happiness, or both. “Show him in.”
The years had been kind to Kaidan. His hair had long since faded to silver, but it was curly and thick as ever, and his body was still lean and hard. Ex-Alliance men couldn’t help but age gracefully; Jacob was just the same, if perhaps with a bit less hair. Kaidan’s eyes were also shrewd and intelligent. He had been a soldier and her reluctant comrade-in-arms but now he was the public voice of humanity. She’d best be on her guard. “Kaidan.”
“Miranda.” He smiled, and it was a small genuine smile that unnerved her more than a politician’s false grin. There were times she thought Kaidan was so good at politics precisely because he hated backslapping and grandstanding. People responded to sincerity and warmth. “How are Liara and Erina?”
So he wanted to observe the niceties first. She could work with that. “They’re fine. Liara’s planning an expedition to Joab. Erina’s finally sleeping through the night.”
His eyes widened. “Isn’t she four?”
“The joys of an asari daughter.”
“Heh. Makes me glad I’m strictly humans only. No offense.”
“None taken.” Miranda leaned forward. “But we both know you didn’t come here to ask after my family and I have a meeting with one of my project leads in an hour, so tell me what was so important that you had to come in person.”
“We caught Archer this morning.”
Her office was suddenly very still. Gavin. They got Gavin. After the defeat of the Reapers and the death of the Illusive Man, the Spectres and select Alliance marines had hunted down and systematically dismantled the remaining Cerberus cells. Lawson Biomedical had discreetly recruited many of the low-level scientists judged both useful and unindoctrinated, but the Alliance had wanted to make an example of the leadership of the organization they saw as nearly destroying humanity. Thirty years later, and only Gavin had evaded capture or death. Until now. “Another trial. Great.”
“That’s, ah, what I wanted to talk about.” He shifted in his seat. “We want him to answer for everything he’s done, not just the indoctrination research. Overlord included. His brother deserves that much.”
“And I was there when the whole thing imploded and you want copies of my reports to assist in the prosecution." Miranda kept her voice even with the ease of long practice, but her stomach twisted in knots. Her role in the destruction of Project Overlord was well known. Her other ties to the project were secret to all but a handful of people—one of whom was married to the man sitting across from her. Please, Shepard, have kept your damn mouth shut for once in your life.
“Well, those, but you're not unique. Shepard, Garrus, and Jacob were there too.” He looked at her, and for a moment she could see not just the Councilor, but the man who had spearheaded the defense of Terra Nova thirty years ago. "I know that you were the head of Overlord before you were moved to Lazarus, and I know that you never throw anything away. I want your notes and your testimony, if it comes to that."
Of course she wouldn't be that lucky. Miranda had never been lucky. She’d made up for it by being brilliant instead, but there were times she wished for Shepard's nearly miraculous to make things go her way. Now was definitely one of them.
Modifié par jtav, 03 novembre 2011 - 04:31 .
naledgeborn wrote...
Haha I get it. TIM usually inspires the feeling that one is inferior. And when Miranda uses him as a standard of validation it hurts twice as much.
Rejection or not this was still supposed to be their
moment. "Focusing on the mission" means (or should mean) "we're barely
containing ourselves here but we still have to save the day" not" oh hey
let's remind you of the guy that at one point or another represented
everything that is/was bad blood between us". She could've said
literally anything else, from "you remind me of myself" to "there won't
always be a mission Shepard" to "it's peanut butter jelly time!"
Seriously. I might've let it slide any other time but after denying
myself sex with the most attractive woman in the galaxy I get to hear
that her boss approves, with all the goodwill he's carrying? Christ I'd
take the sex scene redrawn in crayon over that. Not to mention that as
soon as she says that I feel like I just passed some sort of test and
wily Cerberus likes how their lab rat is doing oh yes indeed.
CrutchCricket wrote...
Rejection or not this was still supposed to be their
moment. "Focusing on the mission" means (or should mean) "we're barely
containing ourselves here but we still have to save the day" not" oh hey
let's remind you of the guy that at one point or another represented
everything that is/was bad blood between us". She could've said
literally anything else, from "you remind me of myself" to "there won't
always be a mission Shepard" to "it's peanut butter jelly time!"
Seriously. I might've let it slide any other time but after denying
myself sex with the most attractive woman in the galaxy I get to hear
that her boss approves, with all the goodwill he's carrying? Christ I'd
take the sex scene redrawn in crayon over that. Not to mention that as
soon as she says that I feel like I just passed some sort of test and
wily Cerberus likes how their lab rat is doing oh yes indeed.
Unaided zero-g sex will not be as good as you believe it will. You need leverage.Skullheart wrote...
I'll change the desk for a zero-g enviroment.
Athayniel wrote...
Unaided zero-g sex will not be as good as you believe it will. You need leverage.
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