Bioware owns all. Including all destruction left behind in the Mako's wake.

The Mako halted to a stop, its occupants lurched forwards in their restraints. Shepard craned her neck in her seat over the Mako's dash, peering below the edge of a precipice overlooking the scorched Therrum landscape. Lava spilled from the apex of the erupting volcano to the west of the Mako's position in smoldering streams, leaving patches of untouched terrain in its wake.

"Spirits, look at that! We should call the Normandy for a pick-up and attempt another landing north of that terrain."

Shepard looked thoughtful for a moment, chewing her lip. A grin suddenly began to spread across her freckled features.

It dawned on the Turian that the look on the Commander's face could only mean one thing.

"I know what you're thinking, Shepard. Don't do it."

Shepard rubbed her hands together in glee, booted up the tank's thrusters and floored the accelerator. "Come on, Garrus!" she cried. "Haven't you ever wanted to see this baby bunny hop across a field of lava?"

"The thrusters don't have enough juice to launch us all the way across!"

"Didn't you heard what I said Garrus? We're going to bunny hop."

"A pyjack smashed on Ryncol could drive this tank better than you, Shepard."

"Screw you, Wrex."

"Skipper, can't I drive the Mako for a while?"

"No."

"Please? I've always wanted to drive a Mako."

"No. My Mako."

"You'd let LT drive the Mako if he asked."

"Wrong. He asked last week. And the week before that. I still said no."

"You look pretty wound up after that last mission, Skipper. Why don't you hop on the cannon for a while and let LT have a break? Shoot at a couple of shifty-looking cows. I can drive."

"Nice try. No."

"I have to ask Commander, how did you manage to get your license?"

"I never actually managed to get my license. Not even for the cars back on Earth."

"Goddess! And your team is just letting you drive?"

"Who's to say they haven't tried stopping me? My mission. My mako."

"Keelah, Shepard! How did you know the Mako would land the right way up? If you had launched any other vehicle off that cliff we all would have been flattened Boshtets."

"It's a gift."

Kaidan hunched over his omni-tool in the low lights of the interior of the Mako, trying to ignore the bile rising at the back of his throat.

"Listen to this Commander. A recent survey has shown that women back on Earth cause half a million vehicle crashes a year because they get distracted while putting on cosmetics at the wheel."

Shepard turned a steely eye towards Kaidan, maneuvering the Mako's steering wheel between her knees as she twisted the cap back onto her tube of hand lotion and tossed it over her shoulder into the dark depths of the Mako.

"Ha! And you all thought it was because we couldn't drive."