[The expression is no great surprise — unless you were there, had seen it, or trusted her judgement implicitly, who would be convinced? Leviathan was one project she still felt uneasy about rolling out.
God, she hoped that if she ever went back she maintained her memories.]
I wouldn't say they taught them. [How much of this did she want to spill? How comfortable was she with her duplicate's questions dipping into a pocket of time and space she'd been avoiding herself, with mixed success?
Not very.] More like the Reapers themselves appropriated the ability from their makers.
I know what it sounds like — but our side was well-shielded from the artifacts, which were already proven to work when we were investigating them in the first place. Leviathan on its own didn't seem to possess any serious combat prowess.
[Probably. I mean, she wasn't a Reaper, so they hadn't exactly had to attack.
When the drink arrives, she opens her food menu, scanning through the selections, ignoring the price tags.]
[She glances again at the menu, examining the pictures as thoughtfully as
the descriptions.]
Maybe the salmon roe, the octopus, and the salted plum with cucumber... The
fried soft shell shrimp sounds good too.
Glad this place can get fish from somewhere. From what I read of those
[creepy!!] datapads on Despoina, for all that ocean there weren't any
edible fish around.
Yeah, it's weird, isn't it? How some planets just don't end up balancing out acidity and salinity for biological life beyond amoebas or molds colonies. The Collectives look like they have their aquaculture methods pretty much sorted, though.
[She leafs through the menu, stares blankly at the sushi for a minute, dithers over a few options, and settles on one.]
Chef's omakase for me — takes all the choosing out of it. I'm sure they know what's good.
no subject
God, she hoped that if she ever went back she maintained her memories.]
I wouldn't say they taught them. [How much of this did she want to spill? How comfortable was she with her duplicate's questions dipping into a pocket of time and space she'd been avoiding herself, with mixed success?
Not very.] More like the Reapers themselves appropriated the ability from their makers.
no subject
You recruited things that indoctrinate via artifacts, which you let Alliance soldiers handle.
[srsly, does Shepard hear herself right now]
That's great.
[With good timing, the waitress shows back up with her mocktail, and she thanks her before taking a sip.]
no subject
[Probably. I mean, she wasn't a Reaper, so they hadn't exactly had to attack.
When the drink arrives, she opens her food menu, scanning through the selections, ignoring the price tags.]
Know what you're going to order?
ancient thread feel free to drop
[She glances again at the menu, examining the pictures as thoughtfully as the descriptions.]
Maybe the salmon roe, the octopus, and the salted plum with cucumber... The fried soft shell shrimp sounds good too.
Glad this place can get fish from somewhere. From what I read of those [creepy!!] datapads on Despoina, for all that ocean there weren't any edible fish around.
never
[She leafs through the menu, stares blankly at the sushi for a minute, dithers over a few options, and settles on one.]
Chef's omakase for me — takes all the choosing out of it. I'm sure they know what's good.