Who| Shepard, select victims, and OPEN
What| Boot Camp Lite
Where| The Training Center
When| Not long after the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| swearing, will update as necessary
The Training Center level was a gloriously open floorplan. Cement was the rule of décor, flat grey painted over in crimson and yellow, with pools of light illuminating each of the proscribed practice areas like museum pieces on a diadem. Say what you like about terrorist organizations, but Shepard had only ever seen this particular economy of light with legitimate governments— she didn’t approve, but she could adapt. Had adapted.
( That was the rule of the living, after all: Adapt, fight, or die. Or wish you could die, maybe. )