It's always really weird for me to interact with Liara in-game cos in my headcanon she's the only person in the entire galaxy who calls Shepard by her first name but in game she just says "Shepard" like everyone else. I know, I know, petty gripe, nothing anyone can do about it, but it still breaks my imersion really bad.
Heh that reminds me that for my Shack head canons, Jack usually refers to Shepard as asshole, bitch, or cunt unless she's really mad at Shepard then it's surname. But in more intimate settings it's Shane. And that for Shepard she usually calls Jack bitch tits or Jackie unless she gets mad at her then she pulls out the Jennifer stuff. You
know she's pissed when she goes beyond Jack and uses Jennifer. To date, Shepard has only done it once-- when Jack and Miranda were arguing and using biotics on each other yet again in the ME3 timeline.
Shepard is also constantly telling Cortez to stop using 'ma'am' as it's one of those things she hates being referred as.
Oh, also, I'm annoyed at myself for actually shipping Kai Leng and Renegade!Shepard.
”That was for Thane, you son of a bitch,” the words tumbled out. They sounded right. They sounded true. An act of pure revenge. Or maybe not. Shane Shepard knew how to act. You learned or you died on the streets. The thing was, there was no revenge in her heart. The sound of it was false on her lips.
The Commander knew what spots to hit. She did not get through years of training to screw something up. How could she screw up killing someone at point-blank range? Oh, Leng would bleed nicely. But there was nothing fatal in that stab towards the kidneys.
As Leng fell to his knees once more, there was a shimmer of a smirk there on his bleeding face. The whole scene had been rehearsed and rehashed hundreds of times. They were actors in a play others didn’t even know they were watching.
The wound was real enough. And the blood. And the flinch that wanted to shudder across Shane’s face at the sight of it pooling out of Leng’s mouth. They had been fighting side-by-side for how long now?
As Shane walked away, she had to force herself not to look back. She couldn’t look back. That wasn’t part of the role. But she worried, nonetheless. Even though she knew the omni-blade basically cauterized the wound. She had still seen the puddle underneath the man’s prone body. Smaller than it could’ve been, but still alarming. And what if the cleanup crew wound up being just a few seconds too slow? At a certain point, medigel did no good.
Shane would simply have to wait until the last act of the play had finished. They knew the risks going in and had volunteered anyways. It’s what they did. Those hounds from hell.
You know you're at the point of no return when you write fic for a ship. *cries a lot*
