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Hey guys,
So SoPDoE has been lucky enough to have some AMAZING art made about it!! And I wanted to show off the stupendous work of the artists. Know that each and every one of your pieces made me cry in gratitude.
By nat-cat-art
by amynchan
by helila
by skinnyazn
by dekudoodle on tumblr / jibberjibbsart on insta / SerLavellan on twitter
by sugaredtea
art by savbakk; graphics & background by me!
The other amazing thing that has happened to SoPDoE is it has Soundtracks!! Several of them!!!
https://vinspiration-book.tumblr.com/post/187653185519/son-of-palaven-daughter-of-earth-playlist
https://helila.tumblr.com/post/190268240405/another-great-playlist-from-me-dd-listen
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6POJ94Yf3xMHHmSuX0vsWG
And one by the author:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3I3eijOPxOn6SD8phYJCIb?si=-cbvCX1PQCyI4HkjVUTVyw
But wait there’s more! If you’re sad about SoPDoE being over, don’t worry the story does not stop here. I’m not going to do total game rewrites (because lordy I don't have the attention span for that) but I have some ideas (and several dozen pages already written) about ways this AU will differ from the games going forward. So I’ve included some previews and the projects’ current titles.
Shepard's face tipped up towards Garrus, hopeful and forcibly bright. It was a pretty good brave front, but he knew her too well to believe it for one second. “You take care of yourself, okay? No risky maneuvers, Detective.”
As if she had any room to be giving him orders like that. “Likewise, Commander.”
“Don’t worry, Garrus,” Nihlus said, casually breezing past them like he was somehow expected in this moment. “I’ll keep an eye on your mate for you.” He clapped a hand on Garrus’ shoulder as he passed by to head up the ramp.
“Nihlus?” Garrus asked, frowning and looking between him and an equally surprised Shepard. “What are you doing?”
“Stowing away. Don’t tell anyone.” Without any further explanation, Nihlus disappeared behind the doors.
Garrus and Shepard stared at the closed doors for a moment in baffled silence.
Memorial
Nalah’s furious expression turned on Garrus. For one full second, he was a little bit scared for his life. Then he remembered. Right, he wasn’t on trial here; he was just the witness.
“It was an accident this time,” he assured her. “He’s not trying to play the hero anymore than necessary.”
Some of the rage cooled in her dark eyes as she turned back to face Butler. The two of them were interesting as a couple, polar opposites in everything from looks to temperament. But they were obviously still in love even after a decade of marriage. He offered her an apologetic smile and touched the back of his finger to her cheek.
She sighed and shook her head. “You’re an idiot,” she said, softly.
“But I’m your idiot,” he replied. That made her chuckle once.
As she leaned in to kiss him, Garrus stepped away. They deserved privacy, but more selfishly, nothing made him feel like he suddenly couldn’t breathe like seeing Nalah and Butler together.
He walked further into the clinic ward, feigning interest in the stacks of bed sheets and gurneys in the back corner. He glanced at the curtained-off area and noticed a soft blue glow coming from under the bottom edge that he hadn’t spotted on first inspection. As Butler didn’t seem to be going anywhere fast, Garrus opened the curtain a touch to investigate.
Full Circle
“Commander Corinthus,” Shepard said, stepping near as the majors ran off to fix a comm tower.
“Spectre Shepard,” Corinthus greeted her with a terse nod. “It’s General Corinthus now.” There was no gloating or mockery in his voice, merely the tired acceptance of someone unexpectedly balancing the weight of leadership. She knew that all too well.
“General. I’m here for the Primarch. She’s needed off-planet.”
“Sergeant, find the Primarch’s last known location,” Corinthus ordered one of the men behind him who immediately switched terminals and began typing.
“And Advisor Vakarian, he’s needed as well,” she added, doing her best to keep all personal emotions out of the request. Though Corinthus’ glance up to her proved that he understood anyway.
It was a tense three minutes that passed between the group. Shepard resolutely not looking at anyone, keeping her eyes focused on the information screen between her and the general. Watching in real-time ships and platoons be wiped out provided a distraction from her own worries, in the darkest sense. Though her attention immediately snapped to the sergeant as he turned back around.
“Primarch Kandros is dead; her unit was wiped out an hour ago,” he repeated mechanically.
“And Advisor Vakarian?” she asked, her grip tightening around her rifle.
The sergeant looked between the general and her, unease in the shift of his mandibles. “He was last seen with the Primarch’s unit.”
Thank you all so much for reading and for all the wonderful comments. When I started this piece, I never dreamed that it would get this kind of attention. I’m truly grateful and humbled.
Love,
Kaitlyn/miceenscene