#mindior

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So Colonist Shepard's family were farmers if you choose this background, but what kind of farmers? Did they raise livestock? Grow corn or some native substitute? Some cut Eden Prime content would have depicted "hexacows" and a mobile farm field on treads, so there was some thought out into colonial agriculture that we unfortunately missed out on. :(

My Shepard's father, Manny was a xeno-botanist, so I imagine the Shepard family cultivated crops, some Earth based and some native to Mindior that were easier to grow planetside. I have a WiP fic somewhere that mentions "blood corn", a Mindior vegetable similar to corn in all but color, and if I ever finish it I'd love to really hash out the situation for colonial farmers.

I love how the backgrounds are just detailed enough to let players fill in these gaps, really let's us make our Shepard unique.

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any cool facts about lucia to share?

Lucy's short hair started as a trauma response after Mindior.

As a teen she had longer hair, but during the Batarian raid she nearly got grabbed by it, losing a handful in a struggle.

When she was rescued by Alliance forces (lead by Cmdr. Anderson) and put onto a frigate in orbit, she took a pair of scissors from the med bay and cut her hair to her scalp. She never let it get long again.

On a less serious note, she had a younger brother named Henry (after Henry David Thoreau), when she learns about Garrus' astrangment from Soloana she tells him how precious siblings can be.

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I've posted a couple of short stories, but here's a tidbit from WIP that I've been neglecting for a few months

"It's alright, were with the Alliance" he said in gentle voice, reaching out a hand to her. The girl reels back with a louder cry, scuttling a few inches deeper into the narrow confines of the pipe. Anderson bit his lip trying to think of a way to coax her out.

Foley crouches down beside him. He turns his head to look at her, and she taps a hand to her helmet twice and immediately he understands. To her he probably looks no different then the Batarians in his armor.

He removed his helmet, the sun soaking into his skin and hands it to her. Now bare headed he tries on his best smile and looks at the scared girl again.

"I'm Human as the day I was born, see? We're Alliance Marines. Here to help. We made the bad men go away-"

Speaking for the first time, she interrupts him with a rasping breath. Her voice was low.

"Are they dead?"

She's too old for the lie he realizes, she heard the gunshots, probably saw him kill the bastard trying to grab at her. No point in sugarcoating it.

"Yes child, we killed them. They're dead. They won't hurt anyone ever again."

Child.

He hadn't meant to say it, but it came naturally enough.

His father had called him that when he was a boy, after coming home after a long day at the spaceport in London. He'd take off his boots, sit in one of the small chairs at their kitchen table and closed his eyes. "How was school, child? He would ask after a few breaths. It was a ritual. Him and his father trading how their respective days went, even when he'd gone off to Sandhurst, and then Arcturus station they'd tried to vid call ever week or so. Such a small thing really.

He held out his hand to her, a small smile on his face as he tried to look unimposing.