It was weird, going from the Citadel to the academy. Everything on the Citadel is sleek and shiny. My teachers were asari and volus, my classmates were human and hanar. But on Palaven, it's all corners and straight lines and gunmetal everywhere. And no aliens as far as the eye can see. The jokes are different, the thoughts are different, the games are different.
It's supposed to be me my home planet, and I feel like an alien on it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I guess there's not much bringing aliens to Palaven. And I'm not alone when it comes to Citadel-born turians being sent "home" to be soldiers.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Maeva's from one of the inner colonies. Not so much of a culture shock for her.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well, out of the thousands at the academy, at least a hundred or so are from the Citadel.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
Is it... is it bad that I'm glad she came with me this time?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It's just... being here with someone I know makes it a little easier.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?For so long, there's been nobody I can talk to about all this, except Dad. And now, there's finally someone else who's seen this place.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Ches is downstairs in the firing range-
-practicing his aim, but he isn't firing the gun-
-just has a laser attached to it-
-in fact it doesn't seem to be loaded at all-
-he has a mug of tea nearby-
-meanwhile, Kitt is in the kitchen, sipping some tea-
-and Alistair is up on the roof, appreciating the sky-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he stares down the sights for a moment-
-and then puts the gun by his side-
-and pulls down his bandages so he can comfortably sip his tea-
-it understandably looks really odd to see nothing behind the bandages, and then tea seemingly defying gravity for a moment before going down where his throat would be-
-and he sighs- Good cup of tea.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he continues to drink the tea for a moment before he puts it down-
-it looks like he's a ghost inhabiting clothes-
-the entire lower jaw cannot be seen, and it's a cavity-
-though the lowered bandages seem to have formed an impromptu scarf covering his neck-
-he starts to load the pistol with some rounds-
-not yet aware to the presence of his watcher-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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edited 7th Jul '16 4:55:21 AM by Boxen
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