Profile of: RememberTheBlitz 
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[Redacted] Species: Human Gender: Male
Last known location: Noveria
Introduction
Greetings, CDN. Glad to see that while the galaxy is in varying states of collapse and disrepair, everyone's favorite extranet insane asylum is once again operational.In the past year, I've gotten out of the [Redacted] business, and have started my own corporate counter-espionage firm: [Redacted] Security Consultants. If you're ever on Noveria or the surrounding systems, don't hesitate call upon us.
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Post by RememberTheBlitz on 2187-10-21 09:13:08 Share Your Comment:
Encrypted Message:Good to see you survived as well sir. A drink sounds good; I should be able to arrange passage to Noveria in a few weeks; my Alliance rank has a few uses.
[ENCRYPTED- EYES ONLY: RememberTheBlitz]
I'm in a weird place right now, sir.
I don't even know why I'm calling you 'sir'. You probably outranked me. I was just a low-ranking officer, and now that the Illusive Man is gone- And the Reaper's influence is gone, I don't know how to look back on the past. I lost almost -EVERYTHING- because of the madmen in charge of Cerberus. I wanted out because they tried to stick a needle in my brain and pump me full of that squid-tech shit.
The response I got? I had to kill my brother, they killed my wife's family, burned our house down, my mother hounded me for months and I shot her dead.
And still I can't get past the fucking memories, sir. I can't. I was raised into the organization. I've killed men, women, human and aliens alike to further the cause of humanity. I shoved a man down a cliff when I was barely past 20 on orders. I hunted down loose ends, I stole from the Alliance. I still have a suit of Assault Armor in storage.
I'm so haunted by my choices, sir. I want anything to just forget them and try to live a civilian life, but Jesus, how do I even begin after years of working with Cerberus? I can't sleep at night because of the ghosts I have crawling in the back of my mind.
I'm sorry to pour my heart out, sir. All I have is the woman I love.
I lost my brothers, most of my extended family in the fucking Reaper invasion.
I lost my mother due to a gun in my hand. I shot my older brother in the throat because he'd attempted to drug me. That fucking integration process was the worst experience in my life. I'm crying on this fucking terminal, sir.
I'm sorry I've wasted your time.
Lt. Sarah Thompson
Cell 7, Asset Procurement and Target Elimination
I'm in a weird place right now, sir.
I don't even know why I'm calling you 'sir'. You probably outranked me. I was just a low-ranking officer, and now that the Illusive Man is gone- And the Reaper's influence is gone, I don't know how to look back on the past. I lost almost -EVERYTHING- because of the madmen in charge of Cerberus. I wanted out because they tried to stick a needle in my brain and pump me full of that squid-tech shit.
The response I got? I had to kill my brother, they killed my wife's family, burned our house down, my mother hounded me for months and I shot her dead.
And still I can't get past the fucking memories, sir. I can't. I was raised into the organization. I've killed men, women, human and aliens alike to further the cause of humanity. I shoved a man down a cliff when I was barely past 20 on orders. I hunted down loose ends, I stole from the Alliance. I still have a suit of Assault Armor in storage.
I'm so haunted by my choices, sir. I want anything to just forget them and try to live a civilian life, but Jesus, how do I even begin after years of working with Cerberus? I can't sleep at night because of the ghosts I have crawling in the back of my mind.
I'm sorry to pour my heart out, sir. All I have is the woman I love.
I lost my brothers, most of my extended family in the fucking Reaper invasion.
I lost my mother due to a gun in my hand. I shot my older brother in the throat because he'd attempted to drug me. That fucking integration process was the worst experience in my life. I'm crying on this fucking terminal, sir.
I'm sorry I've wasted your time.
Lt. Sarah Thompson
Cell 7, Asset Procurement and Target Elimination
Thank you, Burke.
I'm unsure of what you're doing, RememberTheBlitz, but if I know anything about you, I know that you're up to something. I don't know if I want to be involved.
Best of luck to your continued survival, sir.
Best of luck to your continued survival, sir.