[Shepard's taken jet pack training, but it's been a very long time. And even then, strapped onto what was, essentially, a very powerful kick in the ass was nothing like this. The freedom of it, the pure, expressive maneuverability, closest thing to being a bird. Nothing in Shepard's experience of flight compared to it, the way you could be lazy,or daring, or wild. the closest she'd ever come was the few times, standing behind Joker's pilot seat, that she'd given him free reign and all the power of the Normandy's oversized drive core to play with.
But that was a frigate large enough to hold a crew compliment of dozens. This was just one pair of wings, and the wind, and another. Shepard forgets to drink, letting the sensation come down around her like lingering embers, dancing lights from an unseen fire.
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But that was a frigate large enough to hold a crew compliment of dozens. This was just one pair of wings, and the wind, and another. Shepard forgets to drink, letting the sensation come down around her like lingering embers, dancing lights from an unseen fire.
Alright, then.
Alright.
Alright.]
( Ask me. )
[An offer made for Sam alone, and no one else.]