TheToothbrushGirl

Shepard drove the rented car through the streets of the ward, zipping in and out of other cars.  Samantha sat beside her, tightly gripping the door handle and looking out the window at the passing lights from cars and buildings.  Shepard had ordered her to go on this trip, but hadn’t mentioned where they were going or why, and Samantha had yet to build up the courage to ask. They had just left Mars; Samantha had only spoken to Shepard twice, and she was still a bit frightened of her.  Shepard could be intimidating, in that “so driven it puts you to shame” sort of way.  In a “I saved the galaxy twice.  What have you bee

"Karin I was wondering....are you knitting?" Shepard had meant to ask Chakwas for some ointment for some bruises, but stopped short. Her medical officer, was indeed, knitting. Chakwas looked up with a grin. "Yes I am Commander, although it's technically crochet." She held fabric up for inspection. "What do you think?" Shepard folded her arms, cocking her head to the side as she looked at the bundle. "It's…it's…hm…it's…" Words failed her. "Green." she finally finished. Chakwa nodded happily. "Yes it is, a green frog hat." She continued knitting, crocheting....whichever. "So what brought this about?" "Well Command