Title: Artemisia Shepard, War Hero
By: Midnight Unicorn
Disclaimers: Main character is semi-mine, others and places are not
This has the potential to be a series of one-shots. I've only been playing the game for a couple of days and am not very far into it. Further context provided post story
Outtake 1: Distractions
Commander Shepard was good at many things, very good, the best, even. A Mako driver was not one of those things. Certain his shoulder guard was cracked after the hard impact with the port side wall, Garrus couldn't understand why he'd been shocked at the whiplash Alenko and Williams had come back from Rayingra with. He should have remembered three things: Agebinium, a chink in a faceplate and Tali's blunt refusal to accompany the Commander on any more missions involving the Mako. He was made of tougher stuff than the quarian, but that overzealous hunt for mineral deposits had been painful for him, too.
Wrex, bloody savage that he was, laughed as Shepard attempted to scale a nearly vertical face, backwards. The krogan knew Garrus was too well-mannered to complain, in fact, doing so often seemed to result in an increase in injuries, so he confined himself to tapping his foot anxiously against the leg of Shepard's seat.
Casbin had been quite pretty, viewed from the Normandy, with pale to dark green shades livening the barren rocky face, but its sharply mountainous surface was proving to be a personal hell, compounded by a blossoming headache as his temple collided with the wall next.
"Garrus," Shepard's dry voice carried easily in the confined cabin. "You're distracting me."
The turian did not understand until what he thought was a part of the driver's seat shifted and he realized he'd been tapping her armored calf. "Apologies," he stammered, drawing his long legs back quickly.
He resolved to punch Wrex soon if he kept chuckling like that, certain he could get away with it if he timed it with one of Shepard's reckless turns on a downward slope.
A/N: I began playing this game with the express intent of pairing up Garrus and Shepard in the second game, so everything I do it colored by that. While doing the mission on Casbin, my boyfriend was tickling my leg with his foot, which inspired this fic. Also, this is the first game I've ever played with this type of controller, before this the most advanced controller game I played with Crash Bandicoot. While I'm getting better at the running and not pointing the camera at the ceiling, when it comes to the Mako...well, it's entertaining at least.
Thank you for reading, comments are appreciated.
~Midnight