The Epic Galactic Odyssey of Alan the Space Hamster
—"I'm commander Shepard, and this is my favorite store on the citadel." The commander spoke into the voice recorder.
"Excellent! I will get my clerical VI to add it to our advertisement immediately. " The purple Asari behind the counter exclaimed.
"Alright, let me see what you have." The commander sighed while looking though the limited options at the terminal. An orange screen showed a picture or video footage of the product with a small description right below it.
"We have a variety of ship models, fish and other items available for purchase." The Asari chimed from behind the counter.
Scanning the list from top to bottom, nothing really caught her attention . "Really Shepard," The commander mumbled to herself, inaudible to the Asari salesperson, "THIS is my favorite store on the Cita-." Her breath hitched and her fingers froze up in place. Her eyes were staring into a pair of black tiny beads. A drop of sweat rolled down one side of her face, and her other hand vice gripped the counter. Her body began to tremble, and everything around her slowed down.
"Umm, c...commander?" The Asari waved her hand in front of the frozen spectre's face. "I wonder if she is experiencing that 'monthly' thing I'm told about."
Shepard's teeth clenched together and her jaw tightened. What was this feeling inside her. It penetrated her very core. Was it fear? No, fear was the day when her colony was raided, and her parents were killed. Was it pride? No, pride was when she prevailed during the blitz, not letting anyone die on her watch. This, right here, right now, was respect. Never have two forces come together like this. The unstoppable force will never confront the immovable object. Why? Because of respect. She was the unstoppable force, and the hamster, the immovable object.
"Commander Shepard, It's closing time. I know it's rough on you, but I have to get going. You've been standing there for six hours. My husband is probably worried sick about me." The Asari said, shaking the Spectre, with no effort as she stood as solid as marble.
The working of Shepard's brain slowly began resembling the cold, vast emptiness of space. The past, present and future no longer have any meaning. The present is sucked into the past, the past reflects the future, and the future becomes our present. It's the clockwise spinning spiral of the Milky Way galaxy.
"Commander..?" The Asari put a hand on each of her shoulders, trying to bring her back to reality.
"FOURTY-TWO!" The commander shouted at the top of her lungs, startling the Asari whom fell backwards. With lightning fast reflexes, the commander hit the purchase button, then confirm purchase button. A screen popped up with text that read 'Delivery to cabin pending'. The commander finally bolted out the dimmed store all the way back to the Normandy. Seven thousand six hundred and sixty six credits had been well spent.
"Well that settles that argument then. Spectres are more frightening than Justicars." The Asari said, brushing herself off the floor.
—"This small furry rodent looks up at you with what seems like a knowing smile."
—Mass Effect 2.