bright light city

So, the new digs are almost up. It's got everything we could want, save actual space (and not the storage kind.)

Who's ready to move?

Hey. Lee.

You're creeping people out. Knock it the frak off.

If you don't, I'm not responsible for what happens to you.

[Locked from Lee]
What the FRAK?

[Helo and Sam]
Get your frakkin' boots on. We're going out.

[Alice Liddell]

I'm looking for a lovely lady named Alice Liddell?

I - I would like, I mean, I demand an explanation! Where am I? Who is this Zenner Corperation? And more importantly, will someone please explain to me how it is that I seem to be on ... well.

On Earth.

Me: Military commander, sexiest badass in the universe, saver of galaxies. Great sense of humor, armor and weapons enthusiast, go-to person when you (or someone else) needs a good kick in the pants. Funny when drunk. Not yet dead.

Likes: Nuclear detonations in the moonlight, long walks through other people's past lives, demonstration vids and cross-species intercourse, Batarian ale, fist fights, dancing, strippers and hoppin', borderline illegal nightclubs, having a lover in every port and a gun in each hand.


( You know you want to. Try to contain yourself. )


You: Open to breaking regs, willingness to acquire an interiority complex over how awesome I am, comfortable footwear for walking into hell, preferably extra-terristrial but will accept humans if desperate. Strong enough to drag me away from the bar when I get smashed and/or poisoned.






Before you ask, I regret nothing.