So it has been 3 weeks since my trial for the destruction of the Bahak system. I was relieved of duty. They took away my rank, and my ship. I now have to sit in a civilian apartment on Alliance post and do nothing. I am only allowed limited communication with my friends, and nothing involving the trial, my imprisonment, the Reapers or anything of real importance. They by that same token cannot tell me anything to me about what they are doing, or I won t see the message. I have decided since I have nothing better to do with my time to start this journal. I don t know what I am going to do with myself. I miss Garrus. I sent him an email today; he has gotten back to me but that probably because he is busy. I haven t seen him since our mission against the collectors was a success. I am glad everyone survived that. I don t know what I would have done if I lost another friend to the Reapers. Losing Ash was hard to bear. I hate to think about what trouble Garrus could be getting into. He was good at getting into great heaps of it. Wait I have an email. Maybe it s him .
Well it wasn t Garrus but it was Liara. She wanted to let me know she and Feron are ok, and they are working hard on getting things finished. I am worried for Liara, but I also know she can handle her own.
Before I died two years ago, Liara and I had become very close, and she shared an experience with me that she had not shared with anyone before and to my knowledge hasn t shared with anyone since. The Asari bonding is a wondrous thing. The feelings that it invokes inside are just indescribable. Everything with Liara was great. Then the Collectors destroyed the Normandy SR-1, and killed me. Cerberus, with Liaras help recovered my body, and they began the process of bringing me back to life. Apparently I was important enough to still be needed to fight, because they succeeded in their mission to revive me. They were also working on rebuilding the Normandy. They perfected the already wonderful war ship that I used to take down Saren, the Geth and Sovereign. They also managed to get my pilot Jeff Joker Moreau. He was is the best damn pilot I have ever met and if I ever get to fly again I want him to be at the helm. The Normandy SR-2 is 30 times better than the SR-1. The driver core is bigger, the lay out through Cerberus is kind of weird. They had the Armory on the same level with the CIC, not very effective that way if you ask me. The Armory should be in the shuttle bay, so you get your gear for the mission then get on the shuttle, and not have to carry it down the elevator. That is one design flaw I hope they change while doing the retrofits.
While we were gathering that necessary arsenal to fight the Collectors, I had a dossier on a Mercenary Commander that slightly reminded me of Garrus. I disregarded the thought because why in the world would an organization focused on human interests want a Turian in their affairs. However I was proven wrong when I got to Archangel, and found out that it was indeed Garrus. While we were fighting the Mercenaries Garrus got hit in the face by a rocket. Miranda, Jacob, and I secured the area killing the last of the Mercs and got Garrus to the med bay, where Dr. Chakwas, with her steady yet gentle hands mended him. As time progressed, Garrus and I became closer than we had when we face down Saren. There was something between us that was similar despite us being of different Race. I began to develop feelings for Garrus. I didn t know how he felt about that so we talked about it when we went to the Citadel, as it turns out he shared those feelings. Once our dear Salarian Doctor Mordin found out about our interest in each other, he gave me information about positions that would be accommodating for the both of us. The day we went to make our hit on the Collector Base, Garrus and I decided to pursue an intimate relationship. I had never had sex with a Race the was so much different than my own. I mean the Asari have a similar physical make-up as Humans so with Liara it was just like being with a female of my own race the was just blue. However with Garrus, well I am glad Mordin helped us the way he did. We would have been lost without that information.
After the base was gone and the Suicide Mission was a success there wasn t much left for any of us to do than to part ways. Garrus and I kept in touch and he told me he loved me and wanted to make it work with me, but we need to focus on getting our races to acknowledge the Reapers and the fact that they would be coming for us soon. I tried everything I could think of to get them to see, but no one listened. I was then sent to take care of an incident in the Bahak system, and everything was going great. I took care of everything I was sent there to do. However thanks to the Reapers the Alpha Relay was destroyed. When I returned to Earth apparently the Alliance didn t like the manner in which I handle things because I was locked in the brig to await trail. I tried to explain that the Alpha Relay was not my fault, but they wouldn t listen. An Alliance Marine was sent to be my guard. His name was James Vega. Now here we are caught up with the events that led me to have nothing better to do with my time than write this journal. So, I got a chess board today; I have been playing with myself. Sometimes it makes me feel slightly crazy. Most TV Stations are blocked so there isn t much I can watch. My extranet access is restricted. You d figure someone who has saved the galaxy would at least be able to watch something, or be given a way to entertain herself while she is trapped in a civilian apartment. I have figured out that they are right when they say you don t know how much you enjoy something until it is taken away. I am a solider, that is the life I have known, and now it s gone. All I have left of that part of myself is the friends I have made. I have emailed everyone, only Liara answers. It must be nice being the Shadow Broker. She works so hard yet can still find time the email me back.
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