|"People cry, not because they are weak...it's because they've been strong for too long."-Anonymous|
|Everybody's favorite BioWare nightmare! *cough* No, seriously. I love this game, and its characters.|
Nathan/Dakota Drabbles 2:Rockets:Nathan/Dakota Drabbles 2: by BloodBandit
It all happened so fast, Dakota had no time to react. There were waves of Cerberus troops flooding in on their position, they were trapped. One of the assault troopers nailed her right through her chest plate and shoulder pad rendering her firing arm useless. The shrapnel of their grenades was ripping apart her face, her helmet long since abandoned due to the waves of smoke seeping into the tiny room. Her biotics felt overly taxed while her lungs wheezed, feverishly searching for fresh air. She could hear the scratchy noises of Centurions comms shouting orders to their squads trying to flank their position. Dakota pressed her back to the wall, diving behind one of the panels in the tiny hallway of Noveria base they were attempting to infiltrate. She squinted trying to peer over into the landing pad feeling a blast of freezing winter air as snow whipped into her sliced skin. She winced and flashed her fangs, feeling her shoulders bristling in displeasure she tried to stagger to
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