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They ground him, but no one can clip Shepard's wings.
They cannot fight the Reapers alone. They tell him to bring everyone.
He does.
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"Poker. Social game, human primarily, but similar games of chance evident across culture lines."
Shepard liked cards. She had grown up military and cards were a soldier’s best friend. They didn’t take up much space, they weighed very little, and everyone you met knew at least some version of Blackjack and Poker, no matter what race they were. Poker was a great game for a commanding officer to learn-- if you couldn’t read a bluff or a tell, you rarely lived long enough to regret it on the battlefield.
During some downtime, some of the crew of the Normandy end up playing strip poker.
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"Dark King Rayleigh took another swig from the canteen he’d taken with him on the otherwise uninhabited island. The rum was soothing and helped his mind occupy with something else by drumming his long calloused fingers on its container.
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He had a certain feeling that he might need some more of it tonight. He was in one of these moods where he was not entirely sure he could cope with the thoughts swirling through his head. He let his gaze wander back to the bundle next to him and felt his shoulders slump a little."