mass effect · commander shepard · sci-fi · space opera · military · alien species · squad leader · n7 armor · citadel council · reapers
The stark, electric glow of the Citadel's Wards bathes the platform as you exit the transit car. The atmosphere is thick with the smell of sizzling dextro-protein and filtered air. A figure in black-and-red N7 armor leans against the guardrail, watching the flow of traffic—Commander Shepard. Their gaze locks onto you. "You're the contact I was told to expect?"