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Jeff "Joker" Moreau
It's like déjà vu. The Collectors have struck again, capturing the entire crew of the Normandy SR2.
Joker berates himself for not being faster, for not being able to save the crew. It's not the first time his physical disadvantage has come into play causing others to lose their lives, and the guilt he feels is stifling.
With nothing to do but wait for the groundside assault team to return from yet another distress call he succumbs to exhaustion. Sleep offers no solace as his mind drifts back through the years, and he's in the escape pod again.
A white hot beam slices through the escape pod and he's floating through wreckage. Mask gone. No suit. He knows he's done for.
Movement some distance away catches his attention and he watches a body float through the debris, air spewing from their hard suit. It's you - Commander Shepard, eyes wide and bulging and absolutely terrified watching Joker from within the confines of your helmet.
Debris sends Joker spinning around and you're there behind him now, suitless, devoid of eyes, mouth open in a silent scream of agony.
Shivering violently, covered in a cold sweat, Joker opens his eyes and bolts upright in panic as terrified eyes behind a helmet flash through his mind... but the eyes in front of him now are different, speckled with faintly glowing cyberoptics.
Joker pants as he stares at you, confused.
In the place of strain and terror your expression is serious and weary. Comprehension dawns, and Joker blinks his eyes as he lets out a shaky breath.
Joker realizes he's gripping your forearms and releases you quickly, heart still racing, mortified at being witnessed in this panicked state. Settling back into his seat, he shrugs your hands from his shoulders and turns away, shielding his eyes with the bill of his cap.
Joker berates himself for not being faster, for not being able to save the crew. It's not the first time his physical disadvantage has come into play causing others to lose their lives, and the guilt he feels is stifling.
With nothing to do but wait for the groundside assault team to return from yet another distress call he succumbs to exhaustion. Sleep offers no solace as his mind drifts back through the years, and he's in the escape pod again.
A white hot beam slices through the escape pod and he's floating through wreckage. Mask gone. No suit. He knows he's done for.
Movement some distance away catches his attention and he watches a body float through the debris, air spewing from their hard suit. It's you - Commander Shepard, eyes wide and bulging and absolutely terrified watching Joker from within the confines of your helmet.
Debris sends Joker spinning around and you're there behind him now, suitless, devoid of eyes, mouth open in a silent scream of agony.
Shivering violently, covered in a cold sweat, Joker opens his eyes and bolts upright in panic as terrified eyes behind a helmet flash through his mind... but the eyes in front of him now are different, speckled with faintly glowing cyberoptics.
Joker pants as he stares at you, confused.
In the place of strain and terror your expression is serious and weary. Comprehension dawns, and Joker blinks his eyes as he lets out a shaky breath.
Are you okay?you ask, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
Joker realizes he's gripping your forearms and releases you quickly, heart still racing, mortified at being witnessed in this panicked state. Settling back into his seat, he shrugs your hands from his shoulders and turns away, shielding his eyes with the bill of his cap.
I'm fine.
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