I have to this galaxy, now it's time for
Send Me a ‘go on without me’ and I’ll write a short drabble as my muse at your muse’s funeral.
Hackett and Anderson stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces set in the same stony expression. Both men were struggling to accept that the fact that she was gone. She had been so young, so full of hope. Had they been wrong to think that she would out last them? His hands curled into fists as the man raised their guns and fired a volley to the air.
He never liked military funerals, and this one was even worse than usual. The coffin was empty and bitterness and despair flooded his chest. He had failed her. The one person he actually tried to protect.His eyes closed as another volley was fired into the sky, and not for the first time he wished it was just himself and Anderson present.
Slowly his eyes opened, and he stared down at the polished wood of the commander’s empty coffin. “I’m sorry, Jenna." He murmured only loud enough for David to hear him. The two continued to stand by the coffin as people began to disperse, their eyes fixed on the dark wood. They had both failed her, and if either one forgave themselves… It’d probably be a damned miracle.
Booze and an old friend and you think I wouldn’t come? [she grins faintly at him, slides into the seat next to him, glances at the barkeep] Whiskey sour.
You look steamrollered, Admiral. [bluntly, looking him up and down]
[snorts and takes a long sip of his drink] Thanks. Now I can die in peace knowing the even you think I look like shit.
[MSG] Anything under my clearance level?
[enters the bar in question, looks around]
[MSG; J. Shepard] Normally I’d say no… But since you just walked in I might make an exception.
[glances over at her and raises his glass halfheartedly] I didn’t think you’d actually come.
[MSG; J. Shepard] I didn’t really stop to read the name. It served alcohol and that was enough for me.
[MSG] I know that feeling
[MSG] Bad day?
[MSG; J. Shepard] Just rather long. Got some bad news. I should be used to it by now.
[[*adds you to the list of people to do a post-control-ending thread with at some point. >:D * ]]
[*SCREECHES* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!?!]
[MSG] Horizon something
[MSG] That narrows it down
[MSG] Thank god for extranet searches. I’ll be there in five.
[MSG; J. Shepard] I didn’t really stop to read the name. It served alcohol and that was enough for me.
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"An old friend who’s seen almost as much as I have… I want to make sure she gets through this war, even if it means sacrificing myself.“
