While most of the crew was preoccupied with tending injuries or loading loot onto the longboats, Maxine was sitting cross legged off to the side, hunched over the grappling gun and handcannon which sat before her. Although crossing the wires of the two had led to the demise of her and her teammates’ creature, it now caused a headache for Maxine, giving her an overheated grappling gun and a handcannon which kept misfiring. Luckily, she had brought her trusty duffel bag along on the expedition, and had the tools she needed to repair her little beauties. She even had a proper light source through the gem she had procured from the growing pile nearby, its blue glow illuminating her project rather nicely– until someone kicked it out of the way.
“Oi!” she shouted at the culprit, their identity shrouded in the night air, “Pass it back! I’m working here.”
So I can’t let Shepard’s birthday pass without celebrating Sonya. As silly as this sounds, this gal changed my life. I thought I was done with writing, but then one day, Sonya woke up and informed me that I have a hell of a lot of stories to tell and I better get to it.
More importantly, playing Mass Effect and posting about Sonya led to all of you. I’ve been so lucky with friendships on tumblr and I can’t thank you all enough.
Ao3 tells me there are 167,121 posted words about Sonya. And there are a lot of unposted and unfinished works to be posted some day.
Here are some important links to my Garrus-romancing, Earth Born, Sole Survivor Engineer, aka, the light of my life.