[ It reminds Kaidan too much of the post-apocalyptic world the Normandy had to visit to disarm a slumbering WMD. The memory is so harrowing he can't even remember the planet's name, only what he saw, what it made him feel.
This place is worse.
Blown out windows, shattered glass beneath. Buildings burned by the explosion now cooking in the heat of an oppressive sun. Abandoned streets, this time not littered with the soot shadows of organics disintegrated but, instead, creepy life-like statues of them. Petrified, as if— ] Oh god. [ His hand feels heavy. In a panic he removes his glove, but nothing. His skin is, blessedly, still flesh. ] Shit! [ He shoves his glove back into his hand (and the armguard that comes with it) as soon as possible. Idiot. This world could be hopelessly irradiated, enough grays to make Chernobyl look like a kid's science project—the strange sun above them supports the theory. He might've just killed himself via the oversight.
But no, all the readings from his suit are normal.
So, what now? ] Anybody out there? [ What else is there to do but walk? He's going to ignore the growing stench of flesh cooking in the sun and, instead, walk towards the only figure who doesn't appear to be yet another statue. ] Hey!
5. Dreams of Nirvana
This place is worse.
Blown out windows, shattered glass beneath. Buildings burned by the explosion now cooking in the heat of an oppressive sun. Abandoned streets, this time not littered with the soot shadows of organics disintegrated but, instead, creepy life-like statues of them. Petrified, as if— ] Oh god. [ His hand feels heavy. In a panic he removes his glove, but nothing. His skin is, blessedly, still flesh. ] Shit! [ He shoves his glove back into his hand (and the armguard that comes with it) as soon as possible. Idiot. This world could be hopelessly irradiated, enough grays to make Chernobyl look like a kid's science project—the strange sun above them supports the theory. He might've just killed himself via the oversight.
But no, all the readings from his suit are normal.
So, what now? ] Anybody out there? [ What else is there to do but walk? He's going to ignore the growing stench of flesh cooking in the sun and, instead, walk towards the only figure who doesn't appear to be yet another statue. ] Hey!