#integreti

[perfectedsoldier]

@integreti :: x 

Cold blue eyes scrutinized the Major in the silence while waiting for an answer. He wasn’t expecting anything substantial. He knew he was a curiosity, a freak. The crew regarded him with barely hidden suspicion. He couldn’t blame them, he did after all nearly succeeded in hijacking not only the Normandy but the Commander’s identity. 

When the Major’s hands started to tremble of all things (was his answer as to why he’d been staring that upsetting?) one of his eyebrows twitched in curiosity before lowering into a frown at the apology. Sorry for what, he wondered, the staring or showing some sort of weakness to an unknown?

A scoff passed his lips. “Why don’t you go and bother the real Shepard? Or are you my babysitter?” Not that he needed one. No doubt the A.I. would inform everyone if he so much as sneezed in the wrong direction.

[perfectedsoldier]

@integreti :: x

At the thought of asking his progenitor to teach him about something--- anything really, had his nose scrunching up in distaste a moment. They were supposed to be equals in skills! He did not want to somehow look inferior to him, even if he knew intellectually that the Commander’s skill had come from after Wolf woke, taught by this very man.

“He’s busy running errands like the boy scout he is.” It wasn’t even a lie. It honestly baffled Wolf how many people just randomly accosted Shepard on the street asking for favors and he accommodates them with hardly a blink.

“So you’re the only one that can teach me.” Not true of course, there were other (perhaps even more skilled than Kaidan) biotics on board. But it was a sticking point with Wolf that those biotics were non-human. While he had become uncomfortably used to them on missions he would rather clean bathrooms with a toothbrush than spend his free time with them. “Besides, I noticed your enemies scream in agony a lot more than his does! I want to know how you do it.”

[rcvanchist]

❝i'm going to ask you a few questions, rev, and i want you to tell me all of what you can remember. if nothing comes to mind, don't force it. okay? just let me know and we'll move on.❞ kaidan looked at the man pointedly, then nodded, lifting the datapad he'd prepared. ❝it's 2160; you and i are bunk-mates at gagarin station. do you remember what our room looked like? the color of the walls, the floor—name anything that comes to mind, even if you think it's wrong.❞

There was a bemused smile at Alenko’s list of questions. When he’d been led over to a secluded corner in the crew quarters, he wasn’t expecting this.

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to ask the interview questions on the ship?” he chirped, while thinking about the questions posed to him. Honestly, he was relieved the Lieutenant was the one who started this. Revan, despite making a literal living out of asking perfect strangers invasive questions, had drawn a strange sort of reluctance when it came to his fellow L2.

“Gagarin station… I don’t really recall anything tangible about the place. Just… a feeling of dread and… hunger?” He shook his head. “That’s all, I’m sorry.” He turned curious eyes to Alenko. “We were bunk mates?” He turned over that thought in his head. “Were we close?” Revan hesitated a beat then added, “I feel like I don’t want to upset you. Which is weird because I don’t really care about that sort of thing usually, prerequisite for my job and all… I suppose that’s something too.”

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