Zedd Victors has a problem. Well, several.
A broken past, a dangerous gift, and the kind of genius that turns problems into catastrophes. Dropped into the 22nd century with sharp instincts and a sharper mouth, Zedd doesn’t know the rules.
Reapers? Don’t know, don’t care. But by the time he’s done, they’ll be the ones praying he never showed up.
A dozen pairs of feet made their way through the yawning doors and out into the open space of the massive space station, the walk
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“Again with this? It seems you consider this Council subservient to your needs.” The massive doors had barely hissed shut for a full ten seconds,
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They should invest in some better music for these things. Poor muzak aside, the elevator ride down to the Wards was a descent into its
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Recycled money had a taste to it. Not literally, of course, because who would even? Still, air that had been filtered, scrubbed and scented to
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“This is an outrage!” Off in the distance, Udina managed to echo all the way over to where Zedd sat, the white-suited man a Doppler
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Chapter 9 Jesus, this place loves itself. Glasses held in one hand, Zedd tapped the silver frames against his chin as Commander John Shepard said
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Chapter 8 The docking was a silent job, precision even; careful and tight to the point that Zedd knew it was more the man than
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Chapter 7 The Mess Hall chattered and clattered with the sound of voices and trays, that sort of forever-white-noise that stayed the same across a
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Chapter 6B The Command Deck of the SSV Normandy hummed the way it always had from the first day she’d stepped onto the ship. It
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“With all due respect, Captain…” “You say that often, Commander.” His voice rumbled throughout the room, quiet but low enough to drown out the soft
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The sound of Anderson clearing his throat was enough to get the attention of both Shepard and Zedd both, the redhead standing at attention while
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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
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