Love & Lust on the Tempest
Welcome! Since december 2017 I have been playing Mass Effect Andromeda. After seeing all the bugs and weird animations upon release I thought it was wise to wait - and that paid off. Obviously it will not top the original trilogy and it would be unfair to compare the two. I simply appreciate it for what it is - Gorgeous game, great experience.
This is a simple introduction chapter... mostly wanted to establish that Ryder had a horrible start in Andromeda. I've got 5, maybe 6 more chapters in the works, almost entirely focused on the duo. If you liked, please leave a review!
Chapter 1, This should be good
Ral Ryder sat in the mess hall, alone, a firm grip on her cup of coffee. The hot drink provided no comfort at all. The first week in Andromeda had been a total disaster. A nightmare.
Her first experience out of Cryo had been with the scourge, doom cloud from Hell. Ugh.
The death of her father had been a huge blow. He'd come to Andromeda with high hopes and dreams. For him to lose his life on the very first mission was cruel beyond belief. That night she'd cried for an hour before finally falling asleep, exhausted.
Making matters even worse, her twin brother Scott could not wake from coma, just now when she needed him the most. She'd stood next to his pod for almost an hour, staring at his face.
The promise of Golden worlds proved to be empty. There were no golden worlds! Had all their information been wrong? Had they travelled a gazillion miles on false illusions?
There was no end to the bad news. The first two outposts on Eos were total failures. Identityfying dead and decomposing bodies as her first Pathfinder mission felt like a slap in the face.
She took another sip of coffee. Sighed. Stared at the uncaring, cold bulkhead.
Why the fuck did I travel 600 years? To wake up to this shitty mess?
With another deep sigh she bowed her head. Feeling miserable, abandoned and depressed was a reality she had not foreseen.
The lone bright spot was the Tempest. It provided her with a corner of her own, her 'house'. Filled with a hodgepodge crew, she took the time to get to know them all.
As she made the rounds to meet her crew she realized there was a tiny, persistent voice in the back of her mind that checked out each individual for a possible... connection. She refused to feel bad about it. No-one's created to be alone and she was in need of some companionship.
Vetra had a sweet vibe around her but Ral saw her more as a 'mother' type. Had a lot to do with the Turian raising her sister of course. I'm very young... not looking for a new Mum.
Kallo, the pilot. Salarians, heck no. Heck no!
Suvi had a very warm, open personality and did check her out as she walked up. But after a few minutes that lispy accent started to grate on Ryder's nerves. Sorry Suvi.
Liam was a cutie... but his mind was too busy, too hectic. He raced from one topic to the next, barely stopping to breathe, like a teenager would. This was the crisis specialist? You got a long way to go Liam.
She had a lovely time chatting with Gill. He was laid back, funny, possibly the person she liked best sofar. He liked guys. Just my luck.
The Doctor, Lexi, made it crystal clear she was not interested. But was being very professional about it.
Cora... Ral bit her lower lip. What a tits! She was a hottie. Cora made it known she was 'not into women.' Almost unthinkable for someone who'd lived among asari for years. Hard to believe. Really? Never tried the sweet blue?
Her coffee was going cold. Taking one final sip she barely noticed it.
Depressingly, at the end of the day she had to admit there was no-one aboard that she could imagine as a possible interest. Which is very sad. I'd love someone... even just to talk with. Here I am, not too picky, and there is no-one on this godforsaken ship I see myself with! Am I going to be alone for the next couple of months?
After all her hardships that sounded like a very cruel fate.
Plodding through the sands of Eos Peebee allowed a bit of space between her and her companions. Ryder and Vetra led the way to the Tempest, talking quietly. She let them lead, no desire to talk. Besides, she had too much to think about.
It was un-be-lievable. The human had activated the Remnant vault! Sure, they'd had to run for their life but what is life without a little danger, right? Inhaling through her nose she noticed the subtle change in temparature, the level of moisture in the air. Within half an hour the planet's climate was already changing. Fantastic.
It was unheard of. No-one she'd ever met could interface with Rem-tech. No one.
She stared at Ryder's back. This one's got a gift. She's gonna do great things. Intriguing. She invited me on her ship. Shall I?
It would be a excellent opportunity to study the Remnant. And Ryder had already delivered her one of those rare cores. Peebs, follow her. Vault. Remnant tech. Adventures.
She took in the Pathfinder's hair. A gorgeous brown auburn her locks shone in the bright sunshine, gently moving in Eos's breeze.
Wow!
Wandering lower her eyes got stuck on the tempting sway of the woman's hips. Mmmm... That is some damned sexy armour. Slim waist. Nice ass. Yummy.
The group turned left around some rocks, the Tempest came into view. Peebee stopped and was not surprised when Ral Ryder did the same, eyeing her up and down. Was it her imagination? Or was the woman checking her out?
I am... I'm gonna stick around for a bit. This should be good.
