TimelessWriter

"Man down! I repeat, we have a man down!" The shuttle staggered in the air as the pilot wrestled the throttle down and edged it toward the platform. The air was somewhat more turbulent than normal. The lookout barked into his radio. "Correction Command – three men down!" It hovered just beside the platform and a squad of medics flanked by a pair of Avenger-X wielding spec-ops marines swarmed the platform. "Identification in process. Medics are checking for lifesigns." The air still crackles with energy. The shifting gases of the Citadel's atmosphere are crackling with static from the sheer brute quantity of power discharged. The les

"... It has to be something on your end." Hackett's voice riled Shepard from his stupor. He stumbled away from Anderson's body, staggering toward the console on legs that, by all rights, should have disintegrated already. "Commander Shepard?" The console was a flickering array of red warning lights. They pulsed and throbbed like the pain in his head as he slumped forward and propped himself up by a bloodied elbow, shaking on the spot. "I don't see... I'm not sure how to..." The holographics came in and out of focus. He couldn't be sure whether that was his sight or a fluctuating console; what he did see was circuit-like streams of light