Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Commander John Shepard (spectrestatus) wrote in makebelievelog,

Weekends had never meant much to Shepard. In the Alliance, you were either "on duty" or "off duty", and for him personally there was always considerably more of the former than the latter. He wasn't sure if he could really call himself "off duty" now, but the lack of a weekend was much the same when you had almost nothing to do. He kept as close to the same daily routine as he'd always done. Granted, there were a lot less people to shoot now, but who else could consider that as routine as he did.

Trekking over the castle grounds always remained informative, though not in as much of a productive manner as surveying a planet or getting a feel for enemy territory. He was learning a lot about the people who lived there, and thankfully the deluge of insane information about the world he was in had subsided a bit. Normalcy was creeping in, or the closest equivalent that he was capable of without being actively resigned to his situation.

The sun was something strange to get used to, having spent weeks, or even months aboard the Normandy without stepping on natural terrain for more than a few hours at a time. Even the Citadel had artificial lighting, or the haunting glow of the Serpent Nebula itself. Here, the warmth of the sun was one of the most difficult things to dismiss as he continuously reminded himself that this was not Earth.

His feet moved in the familiar patterns along the paths of the castle grounds, though he never quite took the same path twice. This walk took him by the stables, but it wasn't the building itself, but what rested outside the caught his interest. He saw the vehicle before he noted the presence of the man, noting instantly that this was a construct that didn't belong in this world, from what he'd seen. It looked far more like something that belonged in his.

The tech was different, that much he saw in his second glance, but there was enough information that he could gather even as he closed the distance. No wheels, so it likely had hovering capabilities. Open-seated, so the chances of it having inertial dampeners were low, unless its owner had some other way of doing it. The build itself was low, aerodynamic, made for speed. He only realized just how closely he'd moved in when he saw the unfamiliar man move, nodding his head. He almost looked surprised, as lost in his thoughts as he'd been, but quickly regained himself as he always did, offering a nod in return.

"Work in progress?" For as different as the tech was, he couldn't entirely tell if it was finished or not, though a lot of time and love had certainly gone into it.