Warning long post follows - part 1: comments; part 2: fiction; part 3: screencaps (skip to the part that interests you the most).
1: CommentsRe: Jack as LI for FemShep: From a character POV I can understand why
Jack isn't really be a 'girl's club' girl despite clearly having had
lesbian experiences but then equally given what happened to her on Purgatory
(victim of gang-rape) I'm not sure she would necessarily fall so readily
for BroShep. (Mind you, I've not played a Male Shepard yet so I type from a position of ignorance).
Jennifer's relationship with Jack is more like a sensible big sister looking out for wild-out-of-control younger sister rather than as potential LI. Jack may not appreciate it initially but Jennifer really has her back, particularly where Cerberus is concerned. Asked whether she knew how the System Alliance got hold of Jack's CV Jennifer denied any knowledge or involvement but Liara caught her smiling a secret smile to herself afterwards.
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ELE08: Random Teagans - she very striking; I really like the high bun you've given her. Oh, and am I the only one who thinks FemShep from 'random stuff dumps'
picture #3 looks like the split of Gillian Anderson?

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Rikketik: Ha! Loving Ayla's Story. ('Big McLargeHuge' indeed!

) And yes, in response to later comment, that is the Normandy med bay during Jennifer's debriefing with Hackett.
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merylisk: Anja's final goodbye - is there a dry eye in the room?
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razviolet: Golly, I wonder if Wrex will ever find out how close Mercy came to undoing his dream?
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Ottemis: don't want to be giving you ideas but if only you could give Marie mis-matched coloured eyes that would be 'Wow!'

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raziel1980: Yay! Denise is back!

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Ashoken: That's one BIG gun. Fantastic angle you don't see too often.
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LadyAly: I'm sorry, I don't know how I managed to get that glowing eye effect. It was a completely random screencap and didn't show up in my first red-and-blue runthrough of Arrival. Genuinely seems to be a 'blink and you miss it' moment. Carry is beautiful as ever and the banshee takedown shot is awesome. :happy:
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riesenwiesel: pink hair? Me likee.

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Kyrene: Nice pictures of Kassia.
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MizzNaaa: Can't wait to see your Jennifer's ME2 runthrough.
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Tup3xi: Where does that hug in picture #2 happen? I don't recognise the hug-ee.

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Verly: Not sure I've seen Octavia before but very interesting to see a Shep sporting the Knight-Reckoner armor.
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LadyAly (again): Perhaps #1? Yes, I think #1.
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krayzi: Nice action shots of Dawn. And who cares if Reave doesn't make sense, it's too cool not to use. (Although admittedly Jennifer eventually dropped it in favour of Neural Shockwave - more useful from a sniper POV she felt in the final analysis.)
Part 2: Interlude (fiction)Jennifer watched as Hackett's shuttle returned to his flagship, the Admiral's parting words ringing in her ears. "Do whatever you have to do out here. But when Earth calls, you make sure you're there with your dress blues on ready to take the hit." Do whatever you have to do, he'd said but what
did she have left to do? The Geth were less of a issue since the Heretic base had been destroyed. (There were still a few isolated pockets of heretics scattered about the galaxy but nothing the Alliance couldn't handle). The Collector threat had been dealt with. The Reapers had been delayed - again - for the time being but that was just putting off the inevitable. She could shout and scream at the galaxy but the hell of it was not many people - outside of her own squad - besides Anderson and Hackett really believed - or wanted to believe - that the Reapers were real. Thank god Udina wasn't on the Council.
The fact remained that most of her time now was spent dodging Cerberus. The Illusive Man wanted the Normandy back but she was damned if she was going to hand the ship over to the terrorist organisation. Even if Cerberus had paid for her, the Normandy belonged to the Alliance. It was her personal leadership qualities that had won the Cerberus crew over; that and rescuing them all from the Collectors. Even if they didn't agree 100% with her views they owed her their lives; lives it seemed the Illusive Man valued more cheaply. Putting her own life on the line for them had gone a long way to winning their loyalty but she couldn't ask them to follow her forever.
She walked back to the CIC.
"Kelly?"
"Yes, Commander? How may I help you"
"Arrange a briefing for all senior crew in the Communications Room. At 2200 hours if you please."
"Yes, Commander."
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The meeting had gone pretty much as she'd expected. Half the crew were itching to get out now the mission was over. Over the next few days, the Normandy made flying visits to a number of destinations including Tuchunka, Thessia, Sur'Kesh, the Migrant Fleet, Palaven, Omega, and the Citadel where most of the Cerberus crew, including Kelly Chambers, disembarked and disappeared. Jennifer couldn't risk taking them back to Earth where they would certainly be arrested by the Alliance. Of course Ken and Gabby insisted on remaining onboard, while Vadim Rolston wanted to get to San Francisco to see his family.
Initially Jack had continued pestering her to use the Normandy for piracy but then, apparently out of the blue, she received a communication from the Systems Alliance with some kind of job offer. Jennifer had half feared Jack would tell them to **** off but instead the biotic had (rather bashfully, she thought) asked to return to Earth with the Normandy. Jennifer pretended to be mystified as to her motives but was secretly pleased.
Jennifer wasn't sure where or when Legion had left the ship, just that she had noticed one day he was no longer onboard. When she questioned EDI, the AI was uncharacteristically evasive but Jennifer decided not to press the matter further.
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Jennifer rolled off Thane Krios and settled back on the bed besides the drell. She was slightly high from their love-making and the stars through the flexi-glass panoply above her bed exploded in fireworks overhead.
"Siha, you were wonderful."
"You weren't too bad yourself," Jennifer said smiling, licking Thane's cheek. As the cabin expanded around her she wondered if she wasn't unfairly taking advantage of his body? Thanks to Thane she wasn't drinking as much as she used to but maybe she was just replacing one crutch with another? Oh what the hell, he seemed to enjoy taking advantage of her body in return. Mind you, it had been rather disconcerting the first time his eidetic memory had spontanously caused him to recount (in painfully graphic detail) making love to Irikah when they'd been in bed together. How did that work? Would that memory become part of his memory of making love to her as well? Best not to think of such things, she decided. That way madness lay.
"I've been looking at possible holiday destinations for us," she finally said. "I think I've found somewhere; a place on Earth called Marrakech. The climate is hot and dry this time of the Sol year and the Sahara desert is easily reachable by shuttle. I've had EDI make arrangements with local guides to accompany us."
"But the Alliance, siha...won't they want the Normandy?"
"The Alliance can wait a while longer, Thane. Let's enjoy what time we have left together. With the Normandy's stealth systems Joker can fly the ship under the Alliance's radars, drop us off and then pick us up at the end of the month and they'll be none the wiser. Of course, we'll have to make arrangements for your long-term treatment but I'm sure the Alliance doctors will..."
"It's alright, siha. I have already made arrangements. I will ask EDI to finalise them while we experience this Marrakesh. Have you been there before?"
"Never, but I've always wanted to go and there's no-one I'd rather go with than you."
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As she'd sat in her cabin for what she expected would be the last time, Jennifer logged on to the secure ExtraNet site that only she and Liara (and probably EDI, Jennifer thought ruefully) knew about and began typing.
'Darling, I trust this finds you in good spirits. Thane sends his regards. Marrakech was wonderful. We spent two weeks camel trekking in the Sahara, the rest exploring the ancient city's bazaars and buildings. I don't think the locals had ever seen a drell before but they took Thane in their stride as I understand is the custom of those people. Would you believe I forgot to pack the sun-creme? And me with my complexion! I'm afraid I burnt a little the first couple of days even wrapped up from head to foot. Luckily EDI arranged an emergency drop-off of SPF-100 for me. 
In a little while I am going to hand over the Normandy to the Alliance and place myself in their custody. Hackett's right; I've done a hell of a thing but what could I do? Even if I'd tried to alert the colony there was no way the Hegemony could have evacuated the system in less than an hour. Surely it was better for them to never know their fate than panic them needlessly. Was I wrong? No; the Reaper threat was too real. We're still not ready to face them, so I'd make the same decision again if I had to. I regret nothing that has brought me to this moment, save only that we were not able to see each other one more time since we were last parted.
You know I love you.
Jennifer.'After pressing Send, Jennifer ran the VI EDI had provided that would scrub all trace of her communciations with Liara from the Normandy's systems.
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Wearing her dress blues, Jennifer had walked smartly down the gantry to the Military Police escort and saluted the Alliance Captain awaiting her.
"Commander Shepard J, service number 5923-AC-2826, submitting the frigate Normandy SR-2 into the care of the Alliance Navy."
The captain returned the salute. "Welcome home, Commander Shepard. You're in for one ****load of trouble."
When the MPs had stepped forward with the restraints, the captain had tried to dissuade them, "I don't think that will be necessary, sergeant", but Jennifer had insisted she be accorded no special privileges. If she was going to face the music she'd face it the same as any other prisoner. Later, as she rubbed her hand ruefully over her stubbled scalp, she wondered if she should have been less stoical! Oh well, it would grow out eventually.
She'd noticed a number of female Alliance officers were sporting her old haircut. Apparently, they had given it the nickname 'the Jennifer'; supposedly it was some kind of clandestine display of solidarity over the Batarian Hegemony's continued demands for her extradition over what they were calling the Aratoht Genocide. She was flattered to have the support but uneasy at the same time. She wondered whether she should opt for a different style in future?
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It had been six months since Marrakech. Six months since she'd last seen any of the old Normandy crew. Five months since she's been transferred from the Glasshouse to more comfortable if no less secure accommodation at Alliance HQ. Apparently, Anderson had called in a few favours upon his unexpected return from the Citadel. Officially she was still being held in isolation, denied access to the ExtraNet and visitors but one of her guards, James Vega, had confided to her that in his opinion the whole trial was so much political
mierda de toro. Jennifer liked James. He spoke his mind and even if he went a little 'off message' occasionally there was no bull**** about him. He was, she decided, the kind of marine the Alliance needed more of.
Outside of her window, on the roof-top below, she watched the familiar sight of a young boy playing with his model fighter toy. What innocent, care-free worlds children existed in, she thought.
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Part 3: Images





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