![]() I glared over at him for a long second then resumed punching. “Hey, it ain’t my fault your boy-toy didn’t want to come over and play doctor. I didn’t stop punching or look over at him. He leaned against the mirrored wall, crossed his arms over his chest and regarded me expectantly. I was in the workout room today, demolishing the punching bag with a single-minded determination the bag had surely never before been subject to, when Zaeed came in. SECOND ENTRY: 2 months, 1 day until activation of Omega 4 Relay I’ll deal with him and his grudge mission Cerberus promised I would take care of…later. Thankfully, he seems to be mostly content to hang out down near engineering, fondling his relics of the good old days and staying out of my way. He’s rude, obnoxious and has the manners of a…well, I can’t think of a good analogy, but whatever the analogy would be would have a black hole of negative in the place where its manners should be. He’s made a career, a life, out of actions I disagree with on a fundamental level. No, that’s not entirely true, is it? I do care – and I don’t like him. Now, I am happy to report that, two weeks alive, well on the way to getting my head screwed back on straight, occasionally able to sleep through the night…I still don’t care. The fact that Cerberus had apparently seduced some scarred-up, washed-up gun-for-hire with the promise of riches barely registered on my radar. ![]() I was a week alive, reeling from the whiplash of death, destruction, resurrection. I’ll be honest – at the time, I simply hadn’t cared. I picked up one Zaeed Massani, bounty hunter and mercenary extraordinaire, on Omega on my way to procure the noble vigilante Archangel who turned out to be the noble vigilante Garrus Vakarian. LAST UPDATE: 8 days before Activation of Omega-4 RelayįIRST ENTRY: 2 months, 22 days until activation of Omega 4 Relay ![]() PERSONAL JOURNAL OF COMMANDER GRACEYN SHEPARD
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