c:-kaidan-alenko

Ghosts

“I didn’t think you were going to show.”

Kaidan slides onto the empty stool next to Joker, who’s staring down at the bar like it’s a nav console, a half-empty glass of something amber at his elbow. There’s another glass in front of the empty stool that’s full. Kaidan doesn’t ask what it is. Doesn’t even say hello before he takes a deep sip. Whiskey. Good. It’s a whiskey kind of day.

He almost hadn’t shown. This wasn’t something he really wanted to commemorate with people, and especially not here. Of all the bars on Arcturus, Joker had to pick this one.

Joker smirks into his glass. “Everyone thought I was being stood up by a date.”

“Got held up in a briefing,” Kaidan replies. He thinks about apologizing, but doesn’t. This is already weird enough.

“Of course you did. The Alliance is actually keeping you busy.”

“Yeah.” Kaidan takes another drink, tries not to look at the booth to his right, almost but not quite out of eyeshot. Feels like a lifetime ago that he was sitting in it, 0600 the morning of a new assignment, his brand new superior office sitting in front of him nursing a bitch of a hangover with another beer.  

The Normandy’s former pilot looks about as bad as Shepard had on that morning five years ago. His uniform hangs on him. Beard hasn’t been trimmed, at least not lately. Even bad lighting and a low-brim hat doesn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes.

Kaidan’s chest tightens. Five years ago he had looked across the table at a soldier in pain and done something about it. But this time he’s tired. So fucking tired. He doesn’t have the energy to rescue anyone, even Joker. In a flash of bitterness he wishes for once that he wasn’t the one who gave a damn. Let someone else care for a change.

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I know everyone loves the concept of me & me:a squadmates hanging out, like liam & kaidan, jaal & garrus, drack & wrex, but consider:

  • Jaal and Ashley reading poetry together in the shuttle bay by the hum of the engines, sending each other emails with their favourite verses late at night
  • Tali, someone who’s never known home, and PeeBee, someone who never stays long enough to have one, working on rem-tech together and bonding over every fascinating new discovery as they help each other make their home there, on the ship
  • Thane and Vetra, each one of them making sacrifice after sacrifice to protect the only family that they have left, looking at each other with silent understanding because they just know how hard it is, not always knowing if they’re doing the right thing
  • Cora and Liara, chatting about Asari culture and the pressures to succeed and all things science through the night cycle, with Liara watching over Cora’s garden when she’s away on a mission
  • Suvi and Mordin geeking out, doing weird experiments together, Mordin encouraging Suvi to Lick the Rock and taking notes on all her observations
  • Gil and Kaidan, drinking beer and having late-night poker games, rebuilding a sense of normalcy with each other that they haven’t felt in a long time
  • Liam and Garrus, two people who are always trying to bring others together, struggling between their sense of duty and their desire to do what’s right, helping each other find a balance between the two
  • Drack looking at Jack, with all of her anger and sadness and discomfort, and immediately taking her under his wing, treating her at once with his characteristic roughness and a protectiveness as if she was his own grandchild

Imagine the Normandy returning to Earth and trying to establish a comm link with the Alliance. Imagine the entire crew anxiously waiting and hoping to hear another voice after so long. Suddenly the crew erupts in cheers when Admiral Hackett’s voice comes over the comms. “We read you Normandy, loud and clear.” There’s a short pause before Hackett says, “We got someone here who wants to say hello to the crew.” A weak, raspy voice is then heard. “This is Commander Shepard….welcome home Normandy.”

Originally posted by heartbreakhur

SInce I just finished Mass Effect 1 and did l i t e r a l l y every single sidequest, I’ve compiled a list of all the BULLSHIT Cerberus pulled in the first game:

  1. Allowed a full platoon of soldiers to be eaten by thresher maws (potentially Shepard’s platoon)
  2. Then captured one of the survivors and giddily injected him with thresher maw poison just to see what would happen
  3. Turned an entire colony of people into husks
  4. Released hundreds of sick, violent rachni into the galaxy by transporting eggs incompetently
  5. Lured ANOTHER platoon of soldiers to a thresher maw nest to see how they get murdered
  6. Then injected their admiral with some kind of poison and threw him in a cage with husks

By the time I’d finished the game, I was dreading playing ME2 because the thought of working with that same organization made me ill.

Predictable binch that I am, my point here is that I really need y’all to stop blaming Kaidan and thinking he’s out of line for not fucking trusting Shepard in ME2 because literally imagine that your former commander and friend (and possibly the person you loved) died in a tragic accident and you probably feel responsible for it, but you’ve had to move on for the sake of the Alliance, and then one day out of nowhere, there they are, standing in front of you - working as a Cerberus operative. You either would NEVER believe it was the same person, or you’d believe they were possibly brainwashed, or maybe you’d just think they’d straight up betrayed you for an organization that has historically ruined and manipulated human lives.

Are you honestly gonna tell me you’d abandon your moral code, your honor, and your loyalty as a soldier to your military, just because “they’re Shepard” and that’s supposed to be enough, point blank?

Cause I sure fucking wouldn’t.

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Humans, from the planet Earth, are the newest sentient species of notable size to enter the galactic stage and are the most rapidly expanding and developing. They are generally seen to be very intelligent, abnormally ambitious, highly adaptable, individualistic and thus, unpredictable. They have a powerful desire to advance and improve themselves, and do so with such assertion that the normally staid Council races have been taken aback by their restlessness and relentless curiosity.

My Bioware Romances summed up

Kaidan: Professional Dork with trust issues

Liara: …I… I think I’m into women.

Thane: Sad Lizard poet.

Kelly: My lesbian gal pal

Samantha: Awkward nerd has game

Jaal: Perfect Space kitten

Reyes: Campy Han Solo

Alistair: Goofy prince obsessed with cheese 

Zevran: Trusting known killer ends surprisingly​ well.

Leliana: I am definitely into woman.

Anders: Cat man fucks up

Fenris: Angst and Puppy eyes.

Cullen: A tragic cinnamon roll. 

Solas: Que Taylor Swift song.