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"Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed, but nature does not depend on us. We are not the only experiment."

(R. Buckminster Fuller)

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MFV Normandy, January 24th, 11:41 AM, 2185

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I leaned back in the mess hall chair, arms crossed over my chest as I stared up at the deck plating and power conduits above me. There was next to nothing for me to do other than wait at this point, which left me scratching my head trying to think of something to occupy my time. I had always had trouble keeping myself alert without stimuli, whether it be school, work, or even in the simplest of social situations. I often combated those feelings with books, video games, or drawing, but here aboard a military starships I was surprisingly limited in my options.

I chuckled, remembering what a pain I must have been to deal with as a child. Even after I had my speech impediment fixed.

"Careful, don't want that ceiling burned into your memory." I heard a female voice comment as I whipped my head around, seeing Tali walk past to the counter on the edge of the room.

"Hello Tali." I greeted, adjusting my seat back to where it had been before and leaning against the table. "Anything interesting happening?"

"Not unless you think lack of sleep is interesting." She commented dryly, grabbing a pack of nutrient paste from the counter and attaching it to her helmet with a disposable "hose".

"And here I thought I was the only one around here who's been having trouble sleeping." I joked, allowing a grin to creep onto my face as she sat down across the table. "What's been bothering you?"

"It's actually something I've dealt with before." She said, squeezing the bag before going on. "You know how the ships back in the Fleet are usually noisy, right?"

"Correct." I nodded, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Well, when I first joined the crew of the original Normandy two years ago, I had trouble falling asleep because it was so… quiet!" She exclaimed, getting hung up on the last word. "When I returned to the Fleet, I started having trouble again because it was so noisy."

"Just when you get used to one environment, the environment completely changes. I get you." I smiled, leaning my head against one arm. "So, what's bothering you this time around?"

"Those special capsule bunks that your team made for this ship… they're very well shielded from the rumble of the engines and reactor, but they're claustrophobic and the air conditioning starts and stops automatically." She described, piquing my curiosity. "They're like coffins. It's a little unnerving."

"Well, you might be surprised to know that was actually something your father specifically asked for when Dan and I were designing this ship." I explained, "drawing" a square on the table with my index finger. "We were originally going to have normal barracks with normal bunks, but he specified that there be high-density crew quarters to conserve on space and materials. So, to get the best cross between space and comfort, we designed the capsules with both in mind, taking inspiration from some hotels we'd seen in popular media."

I took a sip from my water bottle, taking in a deep breath before going on.

"As for the air conditioning units, they stop and go because the temperature sensors in each pod are a little sensitive to ambient body heat. They're trying to keep the environment in each pod at eighteen degrees celsius, sixty-four degrees fahrenheit." I finished, taking in a deep breath as Tali finished up the last bit of paste in her tube.

"Is there any way to keep it from doing that?" She questioned, sounding understandably annoyed.

"Well, If you went into the BIOS and modified the subroutines, it might stop." I suggested, rubbing the back of my neck. "I can't guarantee it, however. The system automatically cycles every half and hour."

"Well, I suppose it's better than nothing." She shrugged, unplugging the hose from her mask and throwing the empty bag into the recycler. "Thanks for the talk."

"No, thank you." I nodded with a smile as she walked off, leaving me with my own thoughts again.

Thinking back on the development of the ship and the original design, I had to begrudgingly admit that it was over engineered. Unlike most of our other projects where we were more-or-less given free reign over all aspects, development of the Phantom-class had been closely controlled by the Admirals. I understood why, considering the value Quarians put on ships in the Fleet, but designing the Phantom-class had been a colossal pain in in Dan and I's asses, and left each of us with our fair share of headaches.

During the construction of the MFV Ghost, formerly of NX designation, we encountered multiple problems during the design, construction and testing phases of the project. It was already hard enough working with limited specifications and materials, but the Admirals kept insisting we thin down structural elements and cut redundant systems just to save on building costs. I fought Rael tooth and nail in particular when it came to the structural cross-bracings that held the ship together.

I wasn't going to risk people's lives with a shoddy internal design. Without those cross bracings, the Phantom-class would have had a structural strength similar to Alamo-class frigates, like the Explorer. Seeing what had happened to my old home only served to reinforce my previous decision to go over the Admiral's head and begin construction of the ship with a full internal cross bracing design. He was mighty unhappy with me about that, but luckily by the time he figured out what I had done the entire skeleton of the ship was finished.

Construction had also been quite a challenge due to our general lack of knowledge when it came to shipbuilding. While I had always been interested in building spacecraft, going from the design document to the real thing was a bit of a learning curve for me and Dan, especially with something that size. We spent several nights refining our knowledge of the subject while monitoring the building progress. We weren't the only ones who had to learn some new things. The quarians hadn't built a new ship in decades due to lack of shipyards and resources. While they were great at retrofitting older ships and maintaining them, building one from scratch was a whole new ball game. It took three weeks longer than originally predicted to finish the prototype ship.

The first shakedown run of the NX Ghost was, in short, a complete failure. During the charge-up of the Gravity Drive, the entire ship's power grid failed because of an asymmetric fault in Deck 3's primary power junction, shorting out the entire system. In addition, the auxiliary power failed to initiate, leaving the ship dead in the water. It took the crew forty-seven minutes to repair the junction and restore auxiliary power, forcing them to return to port for an in-depth inspection of the ship's internal components.

Rael and Gerrel tried, as usual, to pin the ship's initial failure on us, but the malfunction was traced back to a manufacturing problem in the junction's electrical insulation. After we had fixed it and individually checked every junction and length of wire in the ship, they began a second shakedown run that went phenomenally, actually managing to surpass our expectations. It was a hard-earned success.

I took another swig from my water bottle as I looked around the room, appreciating the work Dan and I had put into this versatile little ship. Any minor design flaws with the Ghost had been eliminated with the newer ships and I could say I was proud to be on one.

Out of curiosity, I opened my omni-tool and accessed the original design documents for the ship. Just as I opened the wireframe Dan rendered months ago, my thoughts were interrupted as the doors to the crew quarters opened, revealing Nicky, Essex, and Milque. I initially paid them no mind, dragging the electrical system over the wireframe before one of them sat down in front of me.

"Hey, what's up doc?" Essex greeted with a grin, leaning against one elbow as he focused all attention on me. "Doing anything interesting?"

"Depends on your definition of interesting." I snarked, holding out my arm so he could see the wireframe. "Just looking over the ship's design again. Was curious about power distribution."

"So, that's a no then?" He joked as Milque sat down next to him, a tray of processed, freeze-dried food in front of him.

"Hey, you're the one who asked." I said, narrowing my eyes as he sat back in his seat.

The room fell silent for a minute, Nicky sitting down with his own meal before Milque focused on me.

"Hey doc, what gave you the idea for those plasma guns?" He asked with genuine curiosity, piquing my interest as the other two looked between us.

"Video games." I answered bluntly, cracking a smile as his eyebrows shot up in minor confusion. "When I was a kid, there was this game called Doom 3 that had a really awesome gun that functioned much like the ones you guys used down on the surface."

"Doom 3? Never heard of it." He shook his head, crossing his arms. "What year did it come out?"

"2004." I smiled, crossing my own arms as all three of them shot each other confused looks.

"Geez, and I thought the games I played were old." Nicky joked, adjusting his glasses as he scooped up another sporkful of beans. "How'd that even become an idea in the first place?"

"You'd be surprised how many of our ideas are born from sheer boredom." I said, pointing at him before finishing off the water in my bottle. "The reactor we created years back produces a unique form of synthetic plasma we dubbed EnPro plasma, short for Energy Production. It's unique properties allowed us to harness it for special applications."

"What else can your special plasma be used for?" Essex asked in a long, drawn-out way, giving me the impression he was trying to mock me. I realized a second later he was just being cocky, brushing his tone off as a personality tic.

"Variable-impulse starship engines, RCS thrusters, emergency generators, exothermic devices such as grenades and bombs, and it serves as an efficient excimer too." I quickly spouted off, focusing all my attention on Essex. "Heh… hell, if you really needed one badly enough, the glow of one of the plasma cells could even act as a nightlight. You know, in case you're scared of the dark."

That got a sharp chuckle from Milque as Nicky covered his mouth, leaving Essex with quite the unamused expression on his face.

"I'm not scared of anything." He boasted with a confident look on his face, standing up and flexing as his body shimmered with a biotic field. "When it comes down the the wire, I don't even need a gun in a straight fight."

"Jesus, just when I thought the dick measuring contests around here couldn't get more fucking pathetic." I heard a new voice say, as we all whipped our heads around to see Jack standing in the doorway. We had somehow managed to miss the sound of the door opening during our conversation.

She walked over without a word, Essex still shimmering a purplish blue color.

"What, so you think you're some sort of big shot because you're a biotic?" She mocked, hands in her pockets as she narrowed her eyes on his. "What can you do, huh?"

He looked back to the three of us, each giving him indifferent expressions before he looked back at her. I knew something interesting was coming, but I was too curious to see what it was to stop it before it began.

He turned to face a supply crate in the corner, focusing on it with his biotics and lifting it into the air. Setting it back down gently on the deck, Jack was predictably unimpressed.

"Wow, fucking impressive. You almost broke a sweat lifting that thing into the air." She mocked, getting both Milque and Nicky to chuckle as I sat back and anticipated whatever she'd do.

"Oh ha ha." Essex exclaimed, beginning to look incredibly annoyed as he took a step towards Jack. "And what? You can do better?"

I could tell he had made a mistake. Jask allowed herself to smirk, not even bothering to take her hands out of her pockets as she crackled with biotic energy. Suddenly, all the loose items in the room, including the crate, both Milque and Nicky's food trays, and my empty water bottle began floating up into the air as Essex watched in surprise. After ten seconds, she let go of everything, sending it all falling back to the deck. Milque and Nicky managed to catch their trays as i did the same with my water bottle, leaving Essex dumbfounded as Jack walked past him towards the mess cabinets.

"Maybe next time, boy scout." She jeered, taking one hand out of her pocket and snapping her fingers. A biotic blast went off at the bottom of his feet, knocking him straight on his ass. Milque and Nicky both burst out laughing, managing to make me chuckle as Jack grabbed another MRE and refocused her attention.

"Hey, egghead. I wanna talk to you. In private." She ordered without missing a beat, tucking the MRE under her arm as I nodded and immediately got up to join her.

I certainly wasn't going to say no to her after that little display she put on.

I walked out of the mess hall, following her closely before we hopped in the elevator. Once we started moving, she turned to face me.

"Listen, I don't know what we're going to find down there, but whatever it is I want it destroyed." She quickly said, jabbing her finger into my chest. "You mentioned those plasma things of yours could act as bombs, right?"

"Technically, yes, though we've never actually tested them in that fashion." I answered as quickly and eloquently as I could, crossing my arms. "Why? Shepard already agreed to give you a high-yield demolition charge to destroy everything when all is said and done."

"I just… I dunno, I just want to make sure all of it is destroyed." She stammered, something I hadn't seen her do before. "All the sick shit I went through there… I want that place to burn."

"I understand… I'll see what I can do." I agreed, rubbing the underside of my chin. "I might be able to create an improvised cluster bomb using the demo charge Shepard approved."

"Yeah yeah, just… thanks." She said as the elevator doors opened, quickly walking out as I stood there in minor shock, realizing that this had been the first time she ever thanked me for anything.

I knew that wasn't normal. She must have been under massive emotional stress now that we were doing this, and honestly, I couldn't blame her.

I wished her the best, for whatever good that possibly did.

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MFV Normandy, January 24th, 7:04 PM, 2185

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"Alright, stealth systems are active… heat sinks and cloaks operating at full capacity." Joker announced from his controls, a minute away from the end of our jump. "We are silent running."

"Good. Keep on this heading and let me know if anything changes." Shepard nodded, clad in his armor. "We want to get as close as we can without entering atmosphere and get a good scan of the facility. I'm not leaving anything up to chance."

I stood at the front of our team, still weary of how much bigger it had grown the past few days. Including myself and Kirva who insisted she'd join in, there were seventeen of us. More than a match for just about anything I could think of. We'd be split up into four separate fireteams, four people per team, sans one, and depending on what was waiting for us down there two of the teams would combine to act as the main assault force. The teams were aptly named Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta.

I was in charge of Bravo team, which consisted of Grunt, Jack, Kirva, and myself. I was still nervous about the prospect of directing both Jack and Grunt in this particular scenario, but having Kirva here along for the ride made it seem like a bonafide nuthouse.

It wasn't that I didn't like or trust Kirva, but all these years later, that necklace of teeth that hung out for all to see didn't inspire what i'd call a sense of… stability. That, and her eagerness to be involved in combat still left her with an element of unpredictability. Maybe it was something she had picked up during her Pilgrimage, I honestly didn't know. All I did know is that she refused to talk about it at all.

It obviously impressed Grunt to quite an extent, especially that Graal Spike Thrower she carried so proudly. I couldn't help but shake my head at the absurdity of it.

"Scan is coming back… got it." Joker announced as Shepard walked over to the console to look at it himself. "Wait, that can't be right."

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking a few steps forward as everyone grew quiet.

"I'm reading the location of the facility, but… it looks like the entire place is crawling with activity." He scrutinized, looking incredibly confused. "I thought you said this place was abandoned."

"It is." Jack immediately answered, walking over and peering into the same console as Shepard. Her expression turned sour as she examined the screen. "What the fuck is this?!"

"Ooh, I sense a storm is a brewin'." I said quietly to myself, knowing that this mission, like most of the other's we'd gone through, was about to get much more difficult.

"Sounds like I'll get to have some fun after all." Grunt said in a jovial tone, smacking both of his fists together as he adjusted his footing.

As Shepard and Jack scrutinized the scans, I leaned against the wall, adjusting the holographic sight on my plasma rifle. Kirva walked in closer, folding her arms.

"So, what do you think? More Cerberus?" She suggested, head tilted to the side.

"I dunno, if a bear shits in the woods and no one is around to smell it, does it really stink?" I shot back in a sarcastic tone, knowing full well something had changed recently with those documents Jack sorted through. To be fair, they were years old, but something about this still didn't feel right.

"I see your awful sense of humor is still as sharp as it was the day I offered my Pilgrimage gift to you." She said in a tired tone, looking off to the side as she shifted her footing.

"Why does it matter? Every time we go out on a mission with little to no recon this is what we end up with." I remarked, popping the muscles in my neck as I collapsed the rifle and holstered it. "Besides, it's not like this changes anything. In fact, we're more likely to run into a proper lead now."

"Alright, listen up!" Shepard announced, ending our conversation and getting our full attention. "It looks like we have a fully active facility down there on the planet, and based on heat scans alone, we're looking at what looks to be a small company of Cerberus operatives."

"So, what's the plan then?" James inquired, leaning his head back slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"If we're dealing with a full facility of armed individuals, we'll need to run some recon first." Shepard said, looking in my direction. "Sean, you and I will take Alpha and Bravo down on the shuttles to investigate. Once we have a better idea of what we're dealing with, we'll have Charlie and Delta dropped in to assault the main facility while we slip in from the rear undetected."

"Yes'sir." I nodded, hands held tightly behind my back as I stood at attention.

As we all started walking towards the elevator, I couldn't shake the familiar feeling in my gut that something was about to go wrong soon. Something bad was going to happen.

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Several Minutes Later

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The jungle that choked this planet was thicker than a rainforest, and had weather to match. It rained hard enough to sting my face when it blew to the side, and lit up the surroundings with the occasional lighting strike. From what I had read prior to this mission, it was a testing ground for some experimental batarian mutagen meant to accelerate the growth of flora and fauna. In the end, it worked too well, causing the forest to overgrow just about everything else on the planet. They abandoned Pragia not long before Cerberus had set up shop here years ago.

Why Cerberus was back in what was supposed to be a derelict facility, we had no idea. Maybe they had left something behind, or were trying to cover up old loose ends, who knows. I still knew next to nothing about what was done in the facility before, only that Jack had been experimented on here. I had no idea to what extent, and she refused to tell me any more than she already had.

After cutting through another thick vine with the trusty knife I had won from Kal'Reegar, I finally spotted the facility perimeter, discovering we were slightly above it on a rock face.

There was a twelve-foot high fence that stretched around the outer perimeter, though it was obvious from a glance it wasn't exactly well maintained. The inside perimeter was filled with large containers of what looked like construction materials. It didn't make much sense to me until I spotted the active power loaders and cranes dotting the area.

They were rebuilding this place.

"Those fences are electrically charged, and coated with some kind of weed killer that keeps the plants from overrunning place." Jack quickly said, crouching down next to me with a M-22 Eviscerator shotgun in hand. "I...I don't know about this anymore."

"It'll be fine." I reassured, pressing my finger to my ear. "Alpha to Bravo, we've reached the perimeter."

"Roger, we've just reached it too." Shepard acknowledged, sounding annoyed himself. "The facility looks like its in full operation."

"Yeah, the place looks like a convention center." I nodded, leaning to the side to get a better look at the fence, spotting a sizable hole. "We have a possible entry point, but there's way too many contacts out in the open to slip past."

"We can fight them, they're no match for us." Grunt sneered, focusing on me as I felt my ears go red.

"We're supposed to slip in, not act as the distraction." I redirected, waving him and Kirva closer.

"That's no fun." He shook his head, walking over with heavy thuds as he left sizable footprints in the mud.

"I'm sure there'll be plenty of them inside." Kirva reassured, tapping her fingers on the side of her weapon in anticipation.

"Joker is dropping them in now, get your team ready." Shepard ordered, cutting the comm as a familiar rumble could be heard reverberating through the air.

The clouds peeled away for a few moments, leaving trails as the Normandy flew over the facility at breakneck speeds, ejecting the Hammerhead from the hangar. It flew through the air, leaving a streak through the falling rain before firing its maneuvering jets at full power. It landed, immediately opening fire on the perimeter defenses as the facility's general alarm sounded.

"That's our cue." I announced, readying my plasma rifle as we all jumped down the rocks and quickly filed through theholei n the fence. The non-combatants were already in full panic, running away from the gunfire as fast as they could as the guards abandoned their current positions to join in on the defense.

We ran across the open ground, spotting Shepard's Alpha team in the distance as we reached one of the buildings, stacking up on the doorway.

"Grunt, Jack, breach and clear." I ordered, covering our rear as Grunt bashed the door open and the two moved inside.

"Its empty." Grunt announced with a tone that sounded equal parts disappointed and annoyed.

"Shepard, we're in." I said over the radio, getting a ping of confirmation seconds later.

I walked in, getting my first look at our entry point. It was some kind of maintenance room filled with inactive machines and neatly labeled cabinets of replacement parts. With nothing of interest to be found, we moved on to the next door, which led to a hallway. The sole person in the hallway, a man wearing a science uniform, was immediately gunned down by Grunt, who walked over and stared into his chest wounds. Loose papers from his fallen manilla folder came to rest on the ground, along with a broken coffee cup.

"God damn it..." I exclaimed, ears ringing as I held my plasma gun at the ready. "A little warning would be nice, Grunt."

"Heh heh heh." Grunt chuckled, nudging the corpse with his foot before returning to formation behind me. "Humans are too… squishy."

I shook my head, checking for anyone who might have decided to check the noise before determining it was clear.

"I don't recognize this part of the facility… this must be new." Jack said in a hushed tone, sounding incredibly nervous as she spoke. "I'm having second thoughts about this, Sean."

"We'll be out of here before you know it, Jack." I reassured, looking back at her to see a worried face staring right back at me.

Checking our corners and moving down the hallway, we ran into another locked door, keypad tinted red and sealed. I could only guess there was someone on the other side trying to hide from us, or there was something important in there they didn't want us finding. Maybe both.

"Alright, I see how it is. Cover me." I ordered, plucking the cover to the electrical junction off the wall. If they wanted to make this difficult, they should have thought to make it engineer-proof. "Let's see… eeny, meeny, miny... moe!"

I plucked the red jacketed power conduit out of the wall, watching the hologram on the door shut off immediately. I smiled, looking over at Grunt who holstered his shotgun and grabbed at the edges of the door, pulling with all his strength. Without the magnetic seal, the door opened easily by krogan standards, revealing a larger room with a skylight.

"Fan out." I ordered, all of us separating from one another and moving deeper into the room. Upon further inspection, I was horrified to discover this appeared to be some kind of morgue. Dozens of freezers lined the walls, shrouded in partial darkness due to me having cut the power. Only scant amounts of light made in through the rolling clouds above us, punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning.

What I didn't understand were the size of these freezers. They weren't large enough to hold adults or even teenagers… they were all child-sized.

"Keelah…" I heard Kirva exclaimed, causing me to flip around on my heel. My worst fears were immediately confirmed when I looked at what she had found in center of the room.

On one of three operating tables was a dead human child, chest cavity held open by several pins stuck into his skin. I stood there for what felt like years, gaze frozen on the horrifying image, his visage permanently frozen, twisted in pain. My lower jaw trembled as I felt all strength drain from my arms, unable to believe that something his barbaric was actually in front of me.

"Hey Sean! I've caught a live one!" Grunt announced with a chuckle as Jack followed with crossed arms, snapping me out of my trance as he walked over with a scientist held by the collar of his uniform. He wore a surgical apron stained in dried human blood, and grabbed futilely at Grunt's arms, attempting to escape his grasp like an animal struck in a trap.

I walked over, standing in front of the scientist without a word as Kirva walked up behind me. I stared at him as he looked up at all of us in fear, whimpering like… a child.

"Grunt, let go of him." I ordered in an emotionless tone, banishing all merciful thoughts from my mind. "Kirva… Jack, if he runs, shoot him."

All compiled, Grunt releasing him as Kirva raised her spike thrower and Jack her shotgun. The man collapsed to his knees, hunched over as he sobbed into his legs.

Pathetic.

"W-what were you doing here?" I demanded with a shaky voice, feeling my arms and legs shudder as emotions began taking over. "What is all of this?"

He seemingly ignored me, muttering to himself as if praying.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled as loudly as I could, getting him to look up at me with a red face filled with tears.

"W-what?" He whimpered out, immediately triggering my temper. I kicked him in the chest, knocking him onto his back. I walked over, standing directly over him.

"You heard what I fucking said." I growled, picking up by the shirt and throwing him into the center of the room. He attempted to stand up and balance himself on one of the operating tables before I punched him square in the face, feeling and hearing his nose break as I did so.

"N-no… please…" He begged, blood pouring out of his nose as his face swelled. "I d-don't want to die!"

"Is that what he said when you dissected him like a fucking animal? Huh?!" I demanded, slamming him down onto the cold, metal table. "How about all of them?! How many have you killed?!"

He leaned his head up slightly, smiling as he pursed his lips.

"...f-fuck you!" He grunted between his teeth before spitting a mouthful of blood into my face.

That was it for me. I immediately unsheathing my old knife and stabbed the man directly in the chest, twisting it as I did so. He yelled out in pain as he grabbed at it, leaving me with nothing left but fury.

"Fuck me, huh?! How's that feel, you piece of shit?!" I screamed, stabbing him five more times as he struggled, gurgling on his own blood. "Is that how those kids felt when you fucking murdered them, huh?! HOW'S IT FEEL?!"

"Captain!" Kirva called out, grabbing me by the arm as I was getting ready for another stab. I was almost shocked to see her, focusing on her faceplate as everything around me came back into focus.

As I held him there with my free arm, I looked back down as he stopped struggling, letting go of my arm and going limp on the table. The blood pouring from the wounds on his chest seeped into the table's drain, leaving the steel operating table with a murky, red stain.

I backed away from the dead man, dropping the knife as the reality of what I had done dawned on me. I looked down at my hands and my armor, seeing I was covered in the man's blood. It left dark, crimson streaks on my gloves and uniform. I stood there for ages, eyes shut tightly as I attempted to steady my breathing. I was now faced with the act of forcing myself to process the act I had just committed.

I was a murderer.

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A/N: I sure got this one out in a more timely fashion than I usually do. I haven't felt much like playing games as of late, so I've been channeling that energy into my story instead. It came to me much easier than it normally would have, and I'm happy to say I like the direction this one took!

College is on the horizon once more, so expect there to be a longer gap in new chapters for the next few months. If I play my cards right and do well, I might finally finish it, so wish me luck!

Two things I'd like to bring up here. I'd like to thank D72 for his… interesting series of reviews. While I may not have understood everything you were talking about in your numerous reviews, I appreciate you putting the time and effort into leaving your thoughts on it all. Second, you guys may have noticed the story has a new cover image! It was drawn by the lovely nikadonna on Tumblr, and I can't thank you enough for all the energy to put into bringing Sean's combat-ready look to life! Thanks again!

I'd love to read any reviews, and I'm always up for suggestions and constructive criticism! Stay tuned!