Writer and computery person. Occasional bastard.
Thirty Days of Writing 1/30: BEGINNING. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
The Normandy doesn’t look like any starship I’ve ever seen.
She looks like something out of a comic book: unlike past Alliance ships (which have all been angular, boxy creatures of space) she’s like a bird, curvy and elegant, her hull glimmering in the Earthlight. I’ve seen the vids, of course, but watching her approach, her gentle glide into space dock, is something else.
“Well, Shepard?” Anderson asks, and I know I should turn around to face him, but I can’t bring myself to take my eyes off this ship. “What do you think?”
Only one word will do.