Massive Disaster 5-31D

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Massive Disaster VIII Zedd blinked awake slowly, his body half-sinking into the soft mattress beneath him.  The larger sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon, its light spilling through the wide window across the room. Golden-orange rays stretched over the walls, tinting the black synth-satin sheets that pooled around his legs. He stretched…

Impact debris rained down on Toni’s position and she tried not to think about how many pieces used to be people. Concrete chunks hammered her BASTION armor’s reactive plating as she stood center-plaza, modular systems adapting to incoming fire faster than conscious thought could track. Although she wasn’t so sure if that applied to the…

Interlude 6 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – White was clinical. White was sterile. White was… fucking everywhere, man. This color, this non-color; whatever semantic bullshit you wanted to use for it. Zedd knew he was spending too much time in his labs lately, way way…

The room hummed; eezo-based sanitizers a faint, constant rhythm just a razor’s edge from silence as it scrubbed the air and every major surface in the medbay of the SSV Normandy clean. Noise and filth scrubbed clean and clear, no different than the mass effect baths they’d passed through to get the grime and blood…

The world was a magical place. Well, hypothetically, it could be a magical place. Space magic was the only sort of magic that seemed to exist in this universe, the dark blue range of abilities that predominantly belonged to the blue busty tentacle-haired space elves known as the Asari. And even that seemed more like…