Who: Shepard and Carolina What: Taking the Mako out for a test drive When: Backdated to early this week, before the bodyswap shenanigans Where: Outside the city in an undisclosed location Warnings: Shepard's driving. Curse words. More stunt driving. Status: Complete on posting!
The Mako was kept out of town, mostly for other peoples’ safety as one didn’t want Shepard driving an armored futuristic tank around the city. And she’d do it too. But she wanted to show it off to Carolina, figuring she’d enjoy taking it out for a spin.
Though even with Shepard driving an H3 humvee, that was terrifying enough. But at least they made it out to the mountain range intact.
Four tours overseas should have prepared Carolina for driving with Shepard, but about halfway through the ride she started to think that it was the other way around. She was convinced that if the military had recruits ride with Shepard before going to Iraq or Afghanistan, insurgent blockades and landmines in the road would seem like a walk in the park.
She was also starting to think that if she ever had to go back in a war zone, she was going to invest in an H3. The thing was built like a tank and apparently could take anything the road - or its driver - could throw at it. Or perhaps she would get lucky and get a tank from wherever her dreams took her. Carolina couldn’t help but grin at the thought. She was definitely excited to see what “The Mako” could do.
The Mako was secured in a cave that had been converted into a bunker near the Jean Grey Outreach Center, a former ranch turned home for at risk youths that a friend and occasional co-worker of Shepard’s owned. There was apparently an entire underground base there but Logan kept that part to himself.
Shepard parked outside the cave. “Just warning you it’s cooler than you think.”
When the vehicle stopped, Carolina fought the urge to immediately hop out of her seat and make a break for solid ground. First she needed to figure out what kind of solid ground was waiting outside the humvee’s doors. Then she would make a break for it.
She caught sight of the cave and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know about that. You have a tank parked in a secret cave in the middle of the nowhere, hidden by mountains. The bar is already set pretty damn high.” In fact, Carolina could already hear the batman theme playing in the back of her head. Now that would be a car worth dreaming about.
Shepard laughed. “I also have a space ship.” Was she joking? It didn’t actually sound like she was joking. “But the last person I showed the Normandy to I was trying to seduce.” It still didn’t sound like Shepard was joking, despite her smirk.
There was a large metal door inside the cave, and she put her palm on a control. The door slid open, revealing the Mako in all it’s glory.
“A space ship.” Carolina was sure Shepard was pulling her leg. Because really, a space ship?! Those kinds of things did not just appear out of nowhere. Part of her wanted to ask if Shepard had gotten it from a Dream. The other part of her decided that even if it was not true, the idea of having a space ship hidden away was good enough. She returned the smirk. “I bet that went well.”
Carolina’s eyes widened as she spotted the Mako and the smirk turned into an excited grin. “Now that is what I would call sexy.” It was like someone had crossed a futuristic tank with a mars rover on steroids. Just how big were those tires? And that gun... “Is that a turret or do you aim from inside?” With a gun that big, the stabilizers had to be made of steel to catch the recoil for that kind of artillery. Unless they used a different kind of ammo. After that blaster rifle Kanan had let her shoot, she was a firm believer in plasma tech.
Shepard grinned. “Yeah it went well. Took her to Saturn. Pity she had to move away.” She hadn’t had much luck in that department. She still carried a small torch for Regina and then Liz had left and Shepard had decided it wasn’t worth it. Maybe if Liara ...or ...well honestly everyone on her crew had been ridiculously attractive, alien or not.
“Isn’t she lovely?” She folded her arms. “Aim from inside, everything is controlled up front. Meet the M35 Mako. The cannon is a 155mm mass accelerator. She’s environmentally sealed and powered by a hydrogen-oxygen fuel cell. She has thrusters for Low g warface and an eezo core which lets her change her mass for greater traction. She's usually air dropped, has ground penetrating radar and laser detection. There’s a coaxial mounted machine gun as well.”
“She can change her mass?” Carolina was not gawking. She was drooling. Surreptitiously. She licked her lips and reminded herself that she was a soldier, and soldiers were composed creatures that were not giggling giddily in their heads.
“Mass accelerator…Is that like a railgun? Rechargeable fuel cell? Is the front pressurized as well?” With the change in mass and the sealed cabin one could literally cross oceans under every radar system currently available. Hell, with the thrusters you could almost use the Mako as a spaceship in and of itself. On top of all that, the hydrogen-oxygen fuel would mean that the Mako’s exhaust fumes were probably plain water. The Mako was an environmentally friendly death machine. Saving the earth and destroying scumbags, one explosion at a time.
If the spaceship were anything like the Mako, straight or not, Carolina might even consider seducing Shepard just to let her take it out to Jupiter for a spin.
“Exactly like a railgun. Remind me to explain the mass effect sometime. It pretty much explains everything.” She pulled her sleeve up and activated her omni tool and opened the hatch so they could get inside. It was roomy enough for a squad.
“Lets take her for a spin.”
“I’ll make sure to remind you.” Carolina said with a smirk. There was honestly so much to learn about all the different kinds of tech she had seen since signing up for the Agency that she was beginning to think she would need to carry around a pad to take notes. On second thought, there was probably already a piece of tech that would do that for her. Something to ask after they made it back alive to the city.
“Oh hell yes.” Now this was what Carolina was waiting for. Even if Shepard would be driving. At least she knew that the tank would survive a lot more than the H3. She hopped into the Mako after the other woman. Hell, even the controls looked like new tech. Oh, and seatbelts. Definitely the seatbelts.
It was a little more hands on than some of the holo controls that other devices from her dreams used. Which was probably a good thing. Shepard started the Mako, and it rumbled to life. She didn’t hesitate, and the Mako shot out of the cave and down towards a canyon.
One small fact about Shepard; the best direction was straight. Straight up, straight down, straight over, didn’t matter. She at least made an effort not to damage too many trees.
To her credit, Carolina did not scream the first time they clipped a tree or nearly fell off the edge of a ravine. In fact, the sound that came out of her mouth was more of a deep laugh than a scream. Her dreams may be headed to her being thrown off a cliff, but if she got thrown off in a fucking tank like this one, there was nothing to worry about. She wanted to see what this baby could do and Shepard with her complete disregard for anything resembling rules of the road was definitely the person who would be able to make the tank!rover shine.
The Mako hit an incline that was so steep it really shouldn’t be possible to climb, but climb it, it did. And once it reached the top, they teetered for a moment before careening down the cliff and breakneck speed. It was a family trait, the Shepard Maneuver.
They skidded to a stop, and Shepard relaxed a little. “Got some targets set up over that ridge.”
It was like riding on a rollercoaster, except the track was nonexistent and the perils were all too real. Carolina was learning to trust Shepard and she was a giant fan of the thrill of the ride, but her nails had bit into the seat rest in that final slide before they had actually stopped. Perhaps she should not have thought about cliffs so early in the ride.
Carolina let out the breath she was holding and looked up toward the ridge Shepard was talking about. They looked almost like sniper targets. She let out a whistle. Was the mass accelerator accurate too? “I see them.”
She pointed at a set of controls, a wicked little grin on her face. “Why don’t you familiarize yourself with those and take a few shots?”
Carolina returned the wicked grin with one of her own. “Yes, sir.” One day she would get over old habits, but for now as much as she enjoyed the woman, she was still technically her boss. A boss that had just given her permission to blast a few targets into oblivion; she did not need to be told twice.
The controls were definitely foreign, but they seemed to follow the basic rules she was used to when aiming the big guns. The first shot went wide left of the first target, but it was enough to give her a good basis of where to aim. The next shot nicked the bottom of the target - not that you would know it, considering how much was left of said target. Damn. I almost pity the people facing this beauty. Almost. The remaining targets were taken out in a similar fashion.
Carolina whistled, pulling her hands from the controls. “Alright, I admit it. Now I’m definitely jealous.”
Shepard grinned as Carolina fired the weapon. There never was much of a kick to it but there was a satisfying thrumming sound when it fired. It was almost misleading. “I keep hoping another one would show up, could keep that at the Agency. But this is my baby.” She patted the console. “There’s another model, the hammerhead. Hover tank. Really maneuverable but not as powerful where the guns are concerned. Haven’t seen that one yet.”
That thrumming had sounded far more like a purr to Carolina. This tank was no ordinary house cat, however. She was more like a puma. Her eyebrows shot up as Shepard spoke. “You got the Mako from your dreams?” All she had gotten was a damn lighter. No offense to York, but she would have probably preferred a Mako. There was far less emotional baggage tied to it, too.
The hover tank sounded like a great idea. She imagined that it would probably make Shepard’s driving a hell of a lot smoother up those rocky inclines. “I'm not so sure about the Hammerhead. Maneuverability is one thing, but a tank should have a good punch to it. Still, you must have one hell of an alternate universe to produce this beauty.”
“Mako, my armor.” Also her burnt out helmet. That was fun. “My omnitool, the space ship. The dreams really like me, but fuck if they’re going to put me through that ringer I deserve to get all the toys.” Jane patted the console lovingly. “I was born in 2154. So it’s kind of the future.”
“At least the dreams knew enough to send you toys instead of trinkets to make up for it.” Carolina was not currently a fan of the ringers that awaited her in her own dreams, but she figured that she at least deserved something more than a damn lighter. A lighter which had not quite left her person since she had received it, mind you.
“I guess that makes both of us from the future.” No special powers, no third limbs, just humans born in the far distant future kicking human and alien ass. It was comforting. “Based on the enlistment contract I saw in my dreams, I was apparently born in 2522. I doubt my dreams like me enough to give me our spaceship, though.”
“Wasn’t just the toys.” Jane gestured to her face, and the subtle scars that crisscrossed over it. She had powers too, but maybe that was too much too quickly for poor Carolina. “You never know. Even if I was the Normandy’s commander she was still technically an Alliance ship.”
Carolina’s brow raised slightly. She had assumed that Shepard had gotten the scars here, in the real world. Since she had arrived the OC had been pretty quiet and the majority of the people she had met were normal humans. Or Jedi, but Kanan was still a human. She still was not quite sure about Stefan. He had said he was a vampire, but he had tracked her down during the day. She was probably due for a very rude awakening soon. “I’ve heard of the bleedover phenomenon. Can’t say I’m looking forward to experiencing it myself.”
“From some of the people I’ve met, the bleedover is worse. Know a guy with claws in his hands. Know there are aliens too.” Jane grinned. “Aliens hiding amongst us. Isn’t that a kick in the teeth?”
“In his hands?” Carolina was half sure that Shepard was pulling her leg. The other half was pointing out that if she were part of a Great War in her dreams against an alien species, it only made sense that some people could be dreaming that they were those aliens. “Aliens in Orange County.” She shook her head. “I guess you could say the Truth isn’t out there, it’s all around us. Mulder should have looked closer at his own backyard.”
She made a fist, which glowed an ominous blue color. The field shifted as she adjusted her biotics, until it looked like three claws coming out between her knuckles. “Kinda looks like this, only made of metal. He’s not an alien though, he calls himself a mutant.”
Carolina stilled as Shepard’s hand started to glow. Was this part of that future technology too? Activating some sort of holographic glove? Hell, if they had holographic locks in the twenty-sixth century, perhaps the twenty-second was where that had started? She was probably studying the ‘claws’ a bit more closely that she should be. “Well that’s something I wasn’t expecting to see today.”
“They’re called biotics,” Shepard explained. “Mine are usually less...finesse and more brute force. I’m not sure how to explain where it comes from, but some people are born with it thanks to the technology that fuels the Normandy’s Mass Drive.”
“Born with it?” Carolina was not exactly sure what to make of that. If that glow was not a hologram, then what exactly was it? The only thing that came to mind was ‘alien’, but that could not be right. Shepard was a human, just like Carolina. ...Wasn’t she? She tried to work it out again in her head, falling back on the various science projects she had been forced to do in grade school. “Biotic...It...that glow comes from you?”
Shepard nodded. "It's because we got exposed to the element that creates the mass effect. Element Zero. Eezo. It allows some people to create the same mass effect fields that let the Normandy go faster than light or allow the mass of the Mako to adjust." The glow dissipated. "I can lift objects, charge in with a huge field, throw people."
She tapped the back of her neck. "Requires implants to be able to really use it."
“That sounds pretty handy.” Carolina was not entirely sure how she would feel about being exposed to an apparently radioactive element that occasionally made her glow, but if it was a useful glow, she could at least understand why some would want to be able to control it. It seems like a lot of future technology required neural implants. After this, she was almost looking forward to dreaming about hers.
“Makes long-distance space travel feasible and I guess you’ll never have to worry about finding a flashlight during a blackout.” Carolina tried to joke as her mind began the slow process of accepting something Definitely Not Normal. “And you say it works with gravitational fields? Or rather, varying the mass to do so?”
“Basically. There’s a whole science to it, I could send you a file if you want.” The more people familiar with it the easier life would be for Shepard when the Reapers came. She slipped away from the controls. “Want to give driving a shot?”
“Sure. Sounds like the fastest way to answer any questions about it, too.” Carolina was used to learning about various new technology in the field, although she suspected that this report might read closer to science fiction than the science she was used to.
Her grin was back the moment Shepard backed away from the controls. She was not sure what kind of license she would need to legally drive the Mako, but if Shepard did not care then she would not either. “Hell yeah.” There was no way that she could drive crazier than Shepard, even as a beginner, right? Carolina hoped so, for both of their sakes.
She slipped over to the driver’s seat and let her hands glide over the controls for a moment to get her bearings. A moment later, they were off! Carolina’s grin had turned into a laugh as she headed right back up the steep incline that they had nearly fallen down.
Technically the Mako was an illegal vehicle but don’t tell anyone. Jane strapped herself in and all but cackled as they went up an incline. Caroline was a woman after her own heart and she loved this already.
When a normal person takes a car out for a test drive, he or she typically goes around the block a few times, staying within all the rules of the road to not upset the salesman next to him or her, while trying to imagine what it would be like to own the car. When Carolina took the Mako out for a test drive, she broke every single law she could think of - including what felt like gravity at one point - and then some, while imagining what it would be like if she could get up to escape velocity and use those thrusters to head out to the stars.
“Does she have an emergency brake?” Carolina called out as they sped down yet another too-steep edge of a ravine. It would be difficult to try and drift in a tank, but she figured she might be able to get the Mako to switch directions as long as she could lock up the wheels. If not, well, at least she had given it a shot.
“Yeah! Use that yellow lever!” It was really more of an adjustment of the mass, which functioned as an e-break. Jane hoped Carolina was doing what she hoped she was doing. This was the most fun Shepard had had since New Years.
The bottom of the incline ended in a river, and it was coming up fast. “Here we go!” Carolina grit her teeth and turned the controls hard to the right just before pulling the lever. The Mako spun, the back two wheels catching water and creating a wave behind them as the vehicle turned. She let go of the lever, turning the controls back in the other direction before straightening them out. They were headed right back up the slope, barely having lost any speed. Carolina laughed. “Maybe drifting isn’t completely out of the question.”
Shepard might be a little turned on. “My squad would hate to be in this thing with you.” She said that almost fondly, like she was used to hearing complaints about her driving the Mako.
Carolina doubted that her driving was even close to the level of Shepard’s, but the way the woman said it, it felt like a compliment. She took it as one and sent a wry grin in Shepard’s direction. “My squad also hated being stuck in my humvee if we were pursuing a target. That’s why I usually ended up sitting shotgun with a rifle as opposed to driving the vehicle.”
It was probably time to start finding their way back, but Carolina could not resist trying one more thing. “You said there were boosters?”
“There are boosters.” Shepard showed her the controls for them. “That little stick there gives you some maneuverability and if you hit that control there you’ll lower our mass. You should see what this thing does on the Moon.”
“You’ve taken her to the Moon?” Carolina licked her lips. Apparently her escape velocity dream was not as much of a dream as she thought. Considering the landscape of craters and asteroid fragments, she could only imagine the roller coaster that would ensue with Shepard at the helm. After this trip, she really wanted to find out if the real thing would match up.
She had not counted on there being additional maneuverability to the boosters, but it made sense now that she thought about it. Carolina paid close attention to the controls she was being shown, mentally adjusting for her own reaction time. Lower our mass, huh? Maybe she would try something else. Something...a bit more Shepard. She could see the top of the incline coming up fast, but not fast enough. She floored it, trying to gather as much speed as possible.
By the time they reached the top, the Mako was going fast enough to fly right past the edge and into open air. Carolina turned the controls to the right at the last possible second and hit the booster. She was thrown into the side of the seat as they first caught air going sideways in one direction and then were sent flying straight ahead of them the next moment. Carolina felt her stomach also partially turn halfway through the maneuver, but as long as it did not completely flip, she could ignore it.
“Holy hell.” That actually worked. She would not mind anything the dreams threw at her if she could be gifted with one of these babies. Right as they were about to land, Carolina hit the button to lower their mass, turning the major impact her senses had been expecting to a mere bump.
“Not in this life,” Shepard remarked. She gripped the arm rests of her seat in anticipation, not knowing what Carolina would do and honestly not entirely caring if it got them killed. Oh, she worried about the planet and the Reapers were sometimes the only reason she kept going.
That, and soaring into the wild blue yonder inside an armored all terrain vehicle from the future. She let out a whoop as they twisted in the air. The landing was softer than any Shepard would have made. "If I hadn't already conscripted you I would conscript you. I still might."
Carolina hit the button again and the road returned to its previous bumpy state. She did not want them to go flying away because of a particularly large rock. At least she was able to avoid most of the trees. The edge of the ridge was mostly free of vegetation, but she would occasionally have to adjust for the occasional brave sapling that had not gotten the impending erosion memo.
“I’m not sure if you can conscript a volunteer,” She winked at Shepard. “But you’re welcome to try, sir.” It was always sir for Carolina, regardless of gender. It was a respect thing and Shepard had definitely earned her respect if for nothing else than trusting her with such a beautiful piece of equipment. Yes, this trip had been exactly what she had needed.
Shepard grinned. “Well, I’m the current highest ranking member of the Earth Alliance military so I can conscript whoever I want.”
In all likelihood she’d probably gotten some kind of posthumous promotion. A much deserved one mind. The last thing she’d remembered from her dreams was destroying the Reapers. She doubted she’d survived that.
“The Earth Alliance?” Here Carolina was thinking she had just signed up for the Agency. Not that she would be opposed to joining, but with human nature being what it was, she did not think that the planet would be able to unite in her lifetime without a major catalyst. Wait. Perhaps Shepard was talking about in the twenty-second century. Yeah, she might be able to see it in a hundred years or so. “Why do I get the feeling that getting conscripted into the Earth Alliance won’t add to my twenty year pension goal?”
“I mean from my dreams,” Shepard clarified, laughing. “It was kind of a joke. And it probably wouldn’t add to your pension. Not sure it did much for mine either.” She scratched her cheek. The only thing she got was for her injuries and her dreams had healed most of those up. She still had a little difficulty hearing out of her right ear, though.
“That’s okay. I gave up on having a full pension when I left the corps.” Carolina grinned. “That’s too bad. I was kind of looking forward to being a conscripted space marine again.” Granted, in her dreams she had enlisted instead, but it was still a hell of a lot of fun training in zero G. Maybe she could convince Shepard to run a few training sessions on the Normandy, once she got her armor. If she got her armor. No, she had better get her armor, or else she would be having a five fingered conversation with her dreams until they gave her what she wanted.
“I’ll see what I can do. Maybe I can move you up on the waiting list.” She had a teasing smile on her face. “You remind me of a Gunny I used to know.”
“Sounds good to me. I guess it’s good to have friends in high places.” Carolina winked. Literally, at this point, considering they were driving across the top of a high ridge.
Shepard glanced at a display and then grinned back. “Oh, I can show you much higher than this.”
Carolina’s eyebrow also headed upward. “I think I like where this is headed.” She knew the lowest point in the continental U.S. was close by in Death Valley, but they were a bit far from where the valley turned into Mount Whitney. At least, she thought they were. “But I think you might have to take over navigation if we’re going somewhere other than ‘around’.”’
“Can’t do that in the Mako. We’ll need to take the Kodiak. Shuttle.” Shepard pointed up. “To get to the Normandy.” The Mako could make jumps and leaps and drive like a maniac, but it couldn’t actually fly, even with the boosters.
“The Normandy.” Carolina took a moment to realize that Shepard was actually talking about them flying into space. Right now. Without a five year astronaut program and NASA press conferences. Even for dream gifts, that sort of thing was just… just… impossible! Wasn’t it? She was glad that the Mako was able to handle running over a few saplings, because her attention had just shifted nine miles straight up. “I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of clearance that would require.”
“Absolutely nothing. My ship, my rules.” She grinned at Carolina. “One of my squad had his wedding on board. But that was a special occasion.”
“Jesus. Yeah, I think that would qualify as much ‘higher up’ than this. I suppose now is as good a time as any to ask what those rules would be.” Carolina picked her jaw off of the floor and returned the grin with one of her own. Shepard was serious. She could actually go to space and stand in a fucking spaceship and she did not even have to be dreaming to do it. There was no way on Earth - or space, for that matter - that she was going to miss that chance. “That must’ve been one hell of a wedding.”
“Don’t touch anything unless I say it’s okay,” Shepard said. There really weren’t much more to the rules. There was no chain of command at the moment, not unless she started recruiting an actual crew. But it was a thought she’d had more than once.
“Done.” That was a simple enough rule to follow. Carolina thought that was pretty standard fare considering the technology involved was far beyond anything she had used in the corps. Missions always went south the moment someone was too comfortable around something that could kill them. “Where do I sign up? Or am I being conscripted.” Carolina joked.
“Got a few more hours, or would another day be better,” Shepard asked. She had the whole day, herself, but didn’t know if Caroline had other plans. She leaned back and winked. “I can take a rain check.”
As much as she hated to wait, especially since Carolina really, really wanted to see what kind of firepower a fucking spaceship would have, she was due back apartment hunting in the afternoon. She had promised that she would be out of her current place before the month was up and she had barely started looking.
“As much as I’d love to see the Normandy, I think I’m going to have to ask for that rain check.” Carolina felt like she was pulling teeth just to get the words out. “I’m supposed to look at apartments later. Temp housing is cheap, but I don’t relish staying there another month if I don’t have to.”
Shepard raised her eyebrows. “Just give me a day’s warning or so, in case I have something going on. But it’s definitely an open offer. I like showing her off too much.” Too bad the SR2 couldn’t actually land. She was too big. “Temp housing was terrible. I got out as quickly as I could.”
“Oh, I'll definitely collect on that rain check.” The moment Carolina found a new place, Shepard would likely be her second call. She held back the urge to postpone the search yet again. She was an adult. She had responsibilities. She could not fly off into space at the drop of a hat. But God did she want to.
“I'm not a fan of the slums, either. Taxis avoid the place, the neighbors are usually up to something, and it's downright impossible to order delivery. Although part of me will miss my makeshift coffee table.” Carolina grinned. “It was just four boxes and a door, but it had its own style.”
More than once ‘fly off to space at the drop of a hat’ had occurred to Shepard. Hell, she’d spent this last Christmas on the Normandy alone. She hadn’t felt like she had anywhere else to go - Garrus had his new family. All she had had was memories, and ghosts. A chair for each of the missing and the dead.
“Are you kidding? That’s the best kind of coffee table.”
“Damn straight.” Carolina had knocked the door down herself. It had been an accident at the time, but the table had felt that much more hers. The rest of her things were still in a storage unit after her father had left for God knows where. She had debated getting a furnished place, but after the Door Incident Carolina figured she would be better off finding her own furniture. “Ikea had nothing on that baby.”
“Make-shift furniture is where it’s at. Can’t say I ever had anything quite that make-shift though.” Shepard tried to think of anything that hadn’t just been a conveniently over turned crate, but she couldn’t.
“I didn’t know what else to do with the door. I’ll have to find a new coffee table for my new place that can live up to its predecessor.” Carolina considered her day for a moment. She was still kicking herself for having to take a rain check. “If you want, you’re welcome to come along. It’s not even in the same galaxy as a trip ‘round the solar system on the Normandy, but at least I’ll have someone along who won’t give me strange looks when I ask about tempered glass or try to figure out the best defensive positions for furniture.”
Shepard shrugged her shoulder. “Sure, why not?” She felt restless enough to rearrange furniture anyway, and a new place always needed to be properly scoped out for combat maneuvers.
“Great!” Carolina relaxed a bit. She had not exactly found the best location the first time she had gone looking for apartments, so a bit of local advice would definitely go a long way. Besides, checking sight lines from the door and debating what furniture would need to be procured was a lot easier with two people.
Hm. Maybe she would also look at two bedroom places, just in case she needed to turn one into an spare weapons closet for the next time something happened in the county. If the stories were true and the place periodically got turned into a combat zone, it would help to be prepared. Which also meant good window coverings so the neighbors wouldn’t comment on just what she kept there. “Who knows. Maybe we can find a place that can handle a few ‘modifications’ as well.”
“There’s a couple of places you should check out. You’ll want a place where you can… modify the closet if necessary. I’ve got a small armory in mine.” Because of course she did. Shepard grinned at her. “Lets get back to civilization, and see what we can find.”
“Those are the best modifications to make. I was almost thinking a two bedroom, just in case the closet wasn’t a walk-in.” Carolina returned the grin and turned the Mako back in the general direction of where she figured they had come from. It was sometimes a bit difficult to keep track of what direction they were going when Shepard was at the helm. Thankfully, it looked like one of the displays might be a map. “Yes sir! One future!tank route home, coming right up.”