Sooner

I am enjoying it a lot.

I played a soldier my first time through, so I don't know how biotics worked before (I went Vanguard with her this time, so I'm getting more biotic usage).

I'm very anxious to see how pursuing a romance on this ME will affect your romance from ME1 since I do understand they will be back for the third installment.

I will say, however, that it has not caught my interest the way the first one did. I was engaged by the story almost immediately, and, while I AM enjoying it, I'm just not as lost in it as I was with the first.

I'll make a plan to be there, if at all possible.

Part VI

PART VI

Conall's Lair
Deep in the earth, in a place no one, hero or villain, would ever think to look for him, Conall Cian rested. He wore his enormous demon form, and his wings wrapped about his body like a bat's, while his tail draped over one powerful calf. If a creature of pure evil could ever appear relaxed, Conall did. However, deep within his mind - or perhaps it was his soul - ancient bindings began to take hold again. Magical ties crept into him. They had never broken, but they had faded to nearly nothing. Now, like gleaming silver chains, the magic moved through the depths of his will and began to claim him once again.

His red eyes opened and narrowed. Flame erupted from them as he bolted upright. His wings flared, his tail lashed and his claws flexed. Fury oozed from his powerful body as his head lowered. His lips moved in a snarl and he growled out a name, "Ciara...."

Norman, OK
Ben stripped off his gloves and hat and laid them on the small table in the basement food court of the student union, and then his heavy coat, still damp from the cold rain, and draped it over the back of his chair. Winter had come to Oklahoma, with a cold vengeance, and he was bundled up for the cold. He patted the pocket that held the tiny box and debated, again, whether to give it to Caryn here or wait for a more romantic moment. It wasn’t an engagement ring, or even a “promise” ring. It was just a token - a carved silver ring inset with a pair of turquoise triangles flanking a deep, rich blue lapis. He wanted her to know he loved her, and how important she was to him. He nodded as he made his decision. The crowded, noisy food court was not the setting he wanted for that moment. He would give it to her when they both had the time to give each other their full attention. He settled in to wait for her.

He was becoming absorbed in his studying when he heard the opposite chair pulled out. He looked up with a smile, expecting to see Caryn, but instead he saw a gorgeous blond smiling at him. Her form fitting sweater was an argyle pattern of blue and pink. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a thick tail with delicate tendrils framing her face. She wore snug, purple pants and dainty snow boots. She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place her until she crooned, “Well... hello there,” at him, “Ben, isn’t it?”

“Ah.. Ashley?” he asked, remembering the blond in the fuschia dress that Caryn had so forcibly expelled from her apartment. There was something very predatory in her expression and it made him more than a little uncomfortable. And... He didn’t think he’d ever had the opportunity to tell her his name.

She flashed a smile at him, a brilliant, perfect, white smile. “You remember me? How sweet!” She cocked her head, batting eyes the color of a warm spring morning sky at him. “Don’t tell me any woman would be foolish enough to leave a guy like you alone waiting for her?” She ran perfectly manicured fingertips through a lock of her hair and her smile ratcheted up another notch. “Someone else might just try to snatch you up.”

Ben smiled back - it was hard not to - and answered, “I was a little early. Caryn’s coming all the way from Dale Hall Tower. I was just across the street.”

“Caryn’s coming?” He had the feeling the wide-eyed expression was not entirely feigned. “Maybe I’ll just keep you company until she gets here. You don’t think she’ll throw me out into the snow just for talking to you, do you?”

He laughed nervously, “She might,” he answered as he scanned the entrance to the food court. He had a feeling Caryn would not be at all happy to see the blonde there. Why? he thought, why do girls always want to flirt with you when you’re seeing someone else? And.. Why this girl? He wasn’t stupid, he knew he was a good looking. But he wasn’t in her league. He wasn’t rich, he wasn’t powerful, and he suspected her mother and father were equally pale and blonde and wouldn't be happy to see their daughter with an Indian. This girl shouldn’t be giving him the time of day. He nervously looked back down at his book and wondered if there was some practical joke in the making.

“You’re such a handsome man,” the blonde sighed suddenly. She reached out with one slender hand and touched his face. “Do you see other people?”

He flinched back from the touch as if a spark had jumped between them and glanced back up, looking for Caryn. He reached up and firmly pulled her hand from his face, setting it back on the table. “No, we’re not seeing other people.”

“Ben,” she said, twisting her hand to clasp his. “Ben, look at me...” He dropped his eyes to meet hers. A shock like a bolt of lightning shot through him. Her eyes were so blue... so big... he sank into them. She reached out and grabbed his other hand and smiled. He couldn’t see anything but her eyes, couldn’t think of anything but her. “Ben?”

“Yes...” he answered slowly.

“Ben... come with me.”

“Yes,” he nodded. He stood up, never taking his eyes from hers.

“Ben, get your coat. You need to get your stuff.”

“Yes,” he agreed, and gathered up his belongings. His mind was empty of anything but Ashley’s big blue eyes as he followed her out.

---
Caryn tried calling Ben again, but got no answer. It wasn’t like him to miss a lunch date. It made her worried, and it made her angry. She glanced at her watch and sighed. Her precious lunch hour was nearly gone. She finally trotted over to Sabarro’s, ordered a slice of cheese pizza and a soda, and sat down alone to finish it off, still wondering what had happened to Ben.


A week later, Caryn lay awake, staring into the darkness. Her cheek was on Ben’s chest as she listened to his slow even breaths. Her right hand traced the tattoo over his heart, a beautiful stylized phoenix in heavy black lines transposed over a fiery sunrise. She loved that tattoo, she thought it said so much about him: the hope of life reborn from death, the fire transforming into the hope of a new day. But this morning that tattoo was marred by a heavy purple bruise, a bruise that he couldn’t explain. He said he didn’t remember how he got it. She was getting very very tired of things he couldn’t explain.

She flexed her fingers, running her thumb over the pretty ring he’d given her earlier that day. It was a token of his love, he’d said, but something was deeply wrong. She didn’t know what it was, but he had been the most solid person she knew. A truly good man, and one she’d looked forward to getting to know better and better. But in the last few weeks he’d become flaky, unreliable. He would disappear, not show up, and have no real explanation. She’d already given up depending on him for rides and gone back to using the CART or her bike to get around Norman. There was a look in his eyes she just didn’t understand, like he was listening to music no one else could hear. They’d had their first real fight, but even then he didn’t seem to really be there. It felt like he was slipping away from her. Ring, or no ring, she had a feeling that she and Benjamin Tenkiller would not be a couple much longer. And that made her heart ache.

The Chi Omicron Sigma House
Ashley stroked her gold handled brush through her thick blonde hair with a smile like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her eyes, however, flashed with anger. “I don’t WANT the Nation ***** to join us. I want her to pay for daring to touch me.”

“Ashley, be reasonable,” Stephanie said. “There is power in that family. Power Chi-O-S could profit from. We never got the oldest but we still have a chance to bring Caryn in. We can use your hold over the boyfriend for that.”

Ashley slammed the brush down on her dressing table and stood up, flinging her mane around in a move that didn’t look at all practiced and perfected. “I will not!”

Stephanie sighed. “I knew we should have had Jessica get the boy.”

“Jessica! Hah... I’ve got him wrapped up like a little blue box. Jessica would still be trying to get his attention.”

“Is that right?” Jessica said with a snarl as she entered Ashley’s room. Sparks flew as the blonde and the brunette glared at each other until Stephanie stepped between them.

“Ashley, we need the Nation girl,” Stephanie said with infinite reason and patience. “We need the boy to get her. I like that she had the nerve to fight us. Get her to join us, then work it out with her. Surely the fact that you took her little boy toy from her is payment enough?”

As Ashley opened her mouth for a scathing response, Jessica waved a postcard between them. “Forget Caryn Nation. Cerise Nation wants to join us.”Jessica bestowed one last glare on Ashley, as a reminder that her prior insult was not forgotten. “Ashley, do what you want with the boyfriend. For that matter, do what you want with Caryn Nation.”

ME2 is waiting for me!

Part V is up.

Part V
“Come in, I can teach you how to start,” he said. “My name is Akando.”

Caryn let out a musical laugh at the thought of adding anything else to her already crammed schedule of school and activities. “Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Akando. I gotta run.” She fit action to words, and jogged briskly across Boyd street and the North Oval, wanting to make sure she caught the CART before they stopped running for the night.

One month later....
Caryn knelt on the soft mat, eyes clothes, as her instructor paced around her. “Shin, gin, tai” he repeated. “Mind, body, spirit.” Caryn let her thoughts drift while his soothing voice spoke to her. Strengthening the mind? Sure. She was just a couple months away from graduating with honors. Strengthening the body? Well.. She was strong and fit and healthy. In running she was competitive at sprint distances and dominant at longer distances. But spirit? How did one strengthen a spirit? There were no studies, no exercises that would bulk it up and fill it with knowledge. She’d stopped rolling her eyes at him, since he could apparently hear it even when her eyes were closed, but... seriously... besides... “spirit” made her think of Sooner Spirit, and that just made her mad, that her sister had run off without a word and was now halfway across the country playing hero without letting her family know what was going on! She’d always thought Cyd was her best friend.

“Focus, Caryn,” her instructor said in admonishment. “You’re not here. Be here.”

“Yes, sorry,” she muttered, and refocused on her breathing and her heartbeat.

“I know you are a very busy young woman,” he said, “but you must be sure that whatever you are doing, you give it your best, in that moment.”

“Yes, I will,” she agreed.

“Good. Now, get up, and give me your best.”

Caryn smiled and did as instructed. And neither of them ever noticed that the man known as Akando was watching, full of frustration.

And one month after that....
Ben looked up from his studies of recombinant genetics in fruit flies and smiled at Caryn. She was bent over her own text book, concentrating as she highlighted away in three different colors. Her short cropped hair kept falling into her eyes, and she distractedly raised one slender, long fingered hand to trail across her forehead and tuck her hair behind her ear. And with just that one gesture he was filled with a fierce longing for those fingers to trail across his skin. She glanced up, her green eyes smiling, and then her lips quirked as she noted the look in his eyes. She held his gaze for one long moment, arched a brow, then ducked her head back to her book.

He reached across the table to rest his left hand on hers, smiled at the contrast of his dark skin on her so pale skin, and thought about bringing her home to his family. His father was heavily into tribal politics and his mother worked for the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Would they have any idea what to make of this pale-skinned red-headed girl? But they’d like her. How could they not like her? She was smart, funny, and gorgeous. He squeezed her hand, just once, and then let go before he started blurting out things he wasn’t quite ready to say. Things he felt... but wasn’t ready to tell her yet. Besides, he had a big test tomorrow, and this gene mapping thing was tricky. He stroked his thumb just once over the base of her ring finger, and drew his hand back.

He was deeply absorbed back into the details of red eyes, curly wings, and tubby bodies when they were both startled by a knock at the door. Caryn muttered as she climbed to her feet, and Ben took the opportunity to enjoy the view as she walked to open the door.

Three perfect young women stood there. They could be pictures out of a fashion magazine. A blonde in a form fitting fuschia tank dress and endless legs with her perfect hair falling over her tanned shoulders, a brunette with short spiky hair, a bright blue sun-dress hugging her curvaceous body, and a stylish African-American beauty in form fitting jeans, pointy toed boots, and a floating peasant style blouse in brilliant yellow. All three of them oozed stylish sophistication and money.

“Are you Caryn?” the brunette asked with a brilliant, friendly smile.

“Ya?”

“I’m Jessica, and this Ashley and Stephanie,” she said. “We’re with Chi Omicron Sigma, and we were hoping you could find the time to come by our “Get to know Chi-O-S” party next Friday.”

Ben could clearly see the frustration on Caryn’s face. “I’m a senior,” she said as if speaking to a particularly slow child, “I’m about to graduate.”

“All the more reason to join us, then.” the blonde, Ashley, said. “Once you graduate, you’ll have an unparalleled network to help you get a leg up on your competitors in the job market.”

“I’m going to grad school,” Caryn responded.

“Ah! Then you’ll still have the strength of our social activities and academic support to help you as you finish your graduate studies.”

Ben could read Caryn’s body language, and it was clearly stating she’d had enough. She took one step forward, crowding the fashionable trio away from the door and onto the step. “If I had any interest at all in frittering my valuable time away with drunken parties and shallow people, I’d have joined you when you FIRST started stalking me 3 years ago! Now you come here and waste my-”

Ashley had caught sight of Ben, and actually brushed past Caryn into the apartment. “Hello there,” she purred at him.

Before he could say a word, Caryn stepped back into the apartment, grabbed Ashley by the thumb and twisted her wrist up and back. “Ok ladies,” she said in a light, friendly tone over Ashley’s outraged howls. “I have some studying I need to do. I appreciate your considerate invitation, but I think I will have to decline. I hope your party goes well.” She steered Ashley outside, “Thanks for dropping by!” and slammed the door.

“Wow...” Ben marveled.

“What the hell?” Caryn asked as she walked back to the table, “I’ve never heard of a sorority..like... stalking people before. Why do they want me to join so bad?”

“You’re academically successful, athletically successful, and gorgeous. Why wouldn’t they want you?”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

Ben smiled at her. “Well, I want you. Does that make sense?”

She smiled back, settled into her chair, and resumed her studying.

---

Ciara roared her frustration. She pounded clawed fists into the magical barriers and smashed furnishings. She grabbed up the pedestal with the three cabochon spheres and smashed it into the floor. The pedestal shattered, but the three spheres were unaffected. She grabbed the one that had gone dark and flung it with all her considerable might at the stone floor, where it bounced twice and lay still. She roared again and kicked all three spheres furiously. Her imps scattered before her, but she managed to grab one by its tail. She lifted it from the floor, ignoring its terrified shrieks, and smashed it into the stone wall. It went limp, stunned, and she set upon it with teeth and claws. When it woke enough to whimper and struggle feebly, she redoubled her efforts, finally leaving the remains scattered in moist shreds over the floor of her prison.

She stalked to her crystal ball and screamed “Akando!” at it. Her fury grew with each moment that it stayed clear, then, finally, Akando appeared. The furious demoness brandished one of the glowing cabochon spheres, its deep red hue glowing throughout the room. “What are you doing!” she screamed. “The girl! You have done NOTHING with her!”

Akando’s face paled, but his voice was calm as he answered, “My attempts to connect with her have been rebuffed. She is never alone. She is either in class or with her boyfriend.”

“Then kill him.”

Akando went even more pale. “I.. I..”

“You are reluctant to kill?” the demon sneered. “You have no compunction against my giving you the lives and freedom of three girls, but you hesitate to kill one young man?”

Akando hesitated to answer, then spoke, “I cannot enjoy my reward if I am in prison.”

“When I am free, there will BE no prisons!”

“There may be another way. Give me more time.” The demon roared again, but Akando stood his ground. Reluctantly.

“You will find a way to draw her into magic. You WILL find a way!”

Akando nodded and stepped back.

Winter-een-mas is upon us!

Remember to enjoy your gaming this week!

...and if you don't know what I'm talking about, google it, then start reading from the first.

...you're welcome.

Ok. That was pretty cool.

... I'll be back for another.

You're in my thoughts. Both of you. Take care.

Oh!

I have a blaster on Triumph. I'll try to be there.

I am disappointed that I didn't get to see Sooner's BFF. I met Scourge of Sooner last night, and managed to track down and see Pantless Sooner about 3 seconds before the countdown expired.

Thanks for coming guys.

Maybe we'll come help you IF YOU EVER RUN A RAID!!! ;-)

Great Raid!

Part IV is up. Since I had a complaint about the length of the parts, I've gone back to my shorter sections.

Part IV
Ciara Banenighe prowled the confines of her mystical prison, exploring rooms and corridors forbidden her for centuries. As the eldest of the daughters had grown steadily in power, the walls had grown softer and fallen back further and further. She found treasures long forgotten, and a few she had longed to hold again. She pressed one clawed hand into the shimmering field of magic and was filled with both joy and frustration as it gave, just a little, under the pressure of her palm like a fruit just starting to ripen. It was happening. It was finally happening. But so slow...

She furled her wings and stalked to stare at the three cabochon spheres, each the size of her fist. Two of them still glowed with fierce red energy. The third... She bared her teeth in a fierce grin as she stroked the surface of the third. The light flickered weakly from within that one and tiny cracks and flaws formed deep within it. The more the girl drew on her power, the darker that crystal became.

Her smile grew wider and she turned to one of her imps. “Get me Akando.”

Paragon City
Sooner Spirit ducked as swarm missiles shot by overhead, and then whirled to make sure Broken Shadow was uninjured. Her oldest friend in Paragon City had avoided the worst of the damage and she turned back to face the titan again. Ahren, blazing with brilliant shimmering white power swooped overhead as he positioned himself to attack. She fought back tears as she tried not to hear the frightened voice of the man trapped within the robot. She’d promised his family she’d save Joe, but it was too late for him. All she and her friends could do now was stop what had been done to him.

The abandoned office building was dark, dusty, and smelled of mildew. The raging battle just made it worse. Fogman, another old friend, drew the attention of the titan off of Sooner and her companions, and they threw themselves back into the fight.

As the Zeus titan attacked Fogman furiously, as Joe’s frightened voice begged them to stop him, Sooner, Ahren, and Broken Shadow tried to find a way. The giant gleaming metal body ignored her fists, Shadow’s dark energies slid around it, and Ahren’s impressive light show of attacks didn’t even make it flinch. It drew back one massive arm and swung, smashing into Fogman like a wrecking ball. Fog shrugged it off, but in that moment, Sooner saw a weakness. She pressed in harder and waited for the titan to make another swing. Rockets burst around her, and fire, the shrapnel, even the poison gas was starting to get through. Her lungs burned, blood dripped from a dozen wounds, and her cape was smoldering. But then the titan drew that arm back again, and Sooner took her chance.

She drew hard on the magical energies that gave her power and leapt up, With her left hand she grabbed the edge of the armor that protected the titan’s torso while she plunged her right deep into the exposed wires under that arm. She ripped and pulled everything she could while the titan reared back like a bucking horse. Fogman tried to get its attention again while Joe’s voice screamed at her to help him. Then she got her hand on the hose she’d seen. She yanked it loose and foul green liquid began to spew out. She held onto that hose for dear life as the titan collapsed and Joe’s voice finally became quiet. All was still as the last of the mechanical noises from titan died away. She dropped the hose, and then the magical power hit hard, surging through her, flaring around her.

---

The demon glared at her servant in crystal ball, flexing her fingers furiously.

“You told me I could have the girl, and now she’s gone!” Akando complained.

Ciara hissed in fury. “You can have all three if you finish the job. The middle girl hasn’t even DABBLED in magic yet. You must show her the way.”

Akando held his breath and expelled it angrily. His jaw worked as he grit his teeth over an angry response and then nodded. “She is back in school. I’ll get to her.”

The demon started to retort, then whirled at a flare of light behind her. Her gaze was drawn to the three glowing spheres. The dark one flared suddenly, and she heard it crack deep inside. She threw back her head and roared triumphantly. She turned back to Akando. “I have waited long enough. You will find a way.”

Akando nodded and the crystal ball cleared.


Norman, Ok
Caryn rushed into her apartment and dropped her overloaded backpack on the couch. She frowned when she noticed the pile of dirty dishes still sitting in the sink and wish heartily that Cyd was still her roommate. Well.. Next year, Cerise would be here and she could dump the slob roommate.

She trotted to her room to change. She’d taken 19 hours this semester so she could graduate in the fall. That would let her start her master’s work in the spring. It also meant she didn’t have a lot of free time. As she changed from her jeans and tank top into comfortable workout gear, she perused the mail tossed on her bed. Cell phone bill, statement from the bursars office, and yet another letter from Chi Omicron Sigma. She stared down at it in frustration, “I’m a SENIOR!” she yelled. “I’m not joining a friggin sorority!” They’d been hounding her for the last three years, and Cyd had told her that they’d tried recruiting her even after she’d graduated.

Back out in the living room, she flipped on the TV while she stretched. She flipped channels until she got to Hero News for the latest news on Paragon City, and stopped mid-stretch when she was treated to a close-up of Sooner Spirit, smiling, with the caption “Latest Hero of the City, Sooner Spirit!” The shot drew back to show the hero in red being presented with a plaque, while several people she recognized as Sooner Spirit’s friends in the Ghosts Reborn watched.

“Well... son of a *****...” Caryn marveled.

She was still holding her position, watching the brief ceremony when she was interrupted by a knock at the door. She stood, backed to the door, and smiled as she opened it.

The extremely attractive man that stood there smiled back at her. Their relationship was still young enough that they spent a lot of time smiling at each other. Benjamin Tenkiller, with his tall, athletic build, wore his course black hair just long enough to pull back into a queue. His face was straight out of a western movie with its high, broad cheekbones, eyes so dark they were nearly black, and chiseled features. He would look just right in war paint and a loin cloth clinging to the back of a pinto pony. He was dressed for running, but the loose fitting clothes really didn’t hide how fit he was. He was a few years older than she, but a year behind her in school. He was going to school on the GI Bill, and had started school a little late because of his military service.

“C’mon in, Ben.. I was just finishing up my stretches.” She clicked off the remote and finished prepping for their run, and wished she had another couple hours in her day so she could spend them with him.

---
Caryn finished her evening happily perfecting her Tae Kwon Do techniques in a private lesson. Every minute she spend with Ben just made her happier, and when he'd reached over and taken her hand when they paused before crossing the street.... it had made her heart sing. And he was going to pick her up after her lesson, and they were going to have dinner. And she made up her mind that at some point, she was going to reach for his hand. Just so he knew she liked it. And that she like him.

She smiled again, a big goofy smile, as she finished her last kata and picked up her towel. She hoped by next spring to be good enough to tsart competing in tournaments, if she could find the time. She had tried several different forms, but found the stand up style of Tae Kwon Do suited her best. It had been a good lesson. Any lesson where she put that combination of surprise and approval on her teacher’s face was a good one, and she’d managed a couple of surprises that night. She was sweating and pleasantly exhausted by the time her hour was done and she changed to wait for Ben to pick her up for a late dinner, then home for studying.

---

Ben trotted out to his old dusty blue pick-up truck. He didn’t want to be late to pick up Caryn because he knew she only had a little bit of time for dinner and then she’d want to hit the books. And he wanted every minute he could get with her. He’d never met anyone like her, and it seemed that she was all he could think about. Her smile, her laugh, the way she moved, the sparkle in her green eyes, her red-blonde hair that seemed to have a mind of its own... and... other things.

He climbed up into his old blue Chevy, cranked the engine until it started with a rumble, and backed out. He let out a surprised curse at the loud metallic “thunk!” Nothing else sounds like a automobile crash, and he was already cursing his own stupidity.. Thinking about a girl and not watching where he was going and he hoped he hadn’t hurt anyone...

But it wasn’t another car. It was the apartment’s trash dumpster. It was out of place, and it would have been nearly impossible to back out without hitting it. The dumpster was a dark green, and he hadn’t seen it in the dusk. He cursed again when he realized his crumpled rear bumper was caught on the dumpster.

He climbed back into the truck to call Caryn and let her know, only to find his cell phone shattered. He frowned. He hadn’t remembered anything getting damaged - and it hadn’t seemed like he hit the dumpster hard enough to have done that kind of damage to the phone - but there it was.

“Shit!” he yelled with feeling. He wondered how long Caryn was going to wait for him, and how mad she was going to be. Finally he took off on foot to find a pay phone.

He never noticed the trio of small red creatures that scampered gleefully away.

---

Caryn tried calling Ben again, but it went straight to voice mail. Again. With a last glance at her watch, she took off walking. She was going to have to hoof it to get to the CART stop on time. She hoped he was ok. She hoped he had a good excuse.

It was too hot for her cool off. It was August, which meant it was still in the 90's well after dark. She was sweating again after just a couple blocks, and her mood was plummeting. She’d been looking forward to spending time with Ben, and she was hungry! Now she was going to be grabbing a PB&J while studying. And showering as soon as she got home to rinse off the sweat.

Most of the businesses on Campus Corner were closed, except for the bars, of course. But she could see the lights on in a large, plain business. The floor was one huge mat, and there was one man, dressed in loose clothing inside. He was working his way through the slow, measured movements of Tai Chi. It was beautiful. She paused, watching his hands and feet. He appeared Native American with his skin tone and high cheekbones, but he wore his black hair hair cropped short. She frowned as she watched him. She could faintly see something moving around him, like shadows, but when she tried to look directly at it, it vanished.

The man ended his routine and looked up. His dark eyes found Caryn’s and he smiled a welcome at her. He approached the front door of his studio, moving with the grace of a hunting cat. He opened the door and looked out at her with a friendly and open smile.

“Are you interested in Tai Chi?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered.

“Come in, I can teach you how to start,” he said. “My name is Akando.”

Shouldn't be a problem Usually the longest part is getting people into the hive.

I just finished my 3rd playthrough of Mass Effect in time for Mass Effect 2 to come out next week.

Sarah Shepard is ready to go!

Oh! Happy Birthday!