Sample/Starter: Another Earth.

    The welcomed sound of peace outside of her room left a pleasant feeling of peace. A welcome difference to the white room and heavy cleaning air around her room in the hospital. Usually, the hospital would have held her in her room with the others. With all that’s being going on, she knew visitors would come to take a peek at the supposed Shepard from the legend.
That was a few years ago from now. The warning rang true when they said it would take time for everything to go back to normal. The mass effect was destroyed from the war and after a few years they got them working; fortunately she wasn’t able to help this time.
    Maybe everything is better off that way. The commander mused to herself, slowly sipping her herbal tea with her book in her right hand. No doubt the crew are enjoying their time off. It must be weird to enjoy life without the warning of the reapers around every corner.
    After waking up to her earth destroyed, and her suit ruined, she made her way back to the survivors and found some of the people fighting still around trying to move the hurt and rounding up the people who can help rescue the others around London. From there, they found her crew and moved to a planet close by where she could be looked over. This earth wasn’t the earth she knew, but it was a place where humans are living without harm. At least she thought they had it easy.         Astoria rarely left her home to be sure it was just as bad.
    The next week after, she was moved into a spare room within the hospital. No one really knew about her, so she stayed in the room for at least a week before her crew came to visit and then commanders and the Council. With news traveling faster with the media, she was moved into a spare apartment in New York city, which was a welcome relief after the news acted up with a while new world within space. Planets, aliens and the relay? It threw everyone for a loop and people are freaking out or trying to get Astoria Shepard to tell them more.
    The sound of her mobile phone buzzing forced her thoughts to pause, her green eyes saw Diana Allers’ name flashing on the screen. Astoira closed her eyes and sighed heavily. Now what could she want from me? She thought. For god’s sake, she just gave her a interview a week ago.
    If that wasn’t a bad sign of things to come... Artoira didn’t know what was, either way this was one reporter she did in fact understand with her time on her ship. Diana did a lot to support the war effort, so this left her owing her much more than a simple interview, but that was all she wanted from the commander, anyway.
    Artoira sat up on her bed and stood up while stretching her arms in the air until a satisfying pop came from her sore muscles. She just recently finished stretching in her room before sitting on her bed. Diana got to her just in time before she went out for her usual run around the street and park if she felt extra eager. The phone rang with ‘My Sexobeat.’ Which forced her to lift it from the table, rolling her eyes skyward while placing the phone to her ear. “Hello, Diana.”
    “Shepard! You sound so... Disappointed.” A female voice teased on the other side of the line,”...Let me guess... You finally liked my last meet and greet?”
    “No. Nothing like that. Didn’t we just talk?” She asked curiously, shuffling near her bed while slipping on her trainers on before sitting back down on her bed. Leaning down to tie her laces, her face and shoulder holding the phone up.
    “Aw.. Well, no harm done!” Diana said quickly, ”I’m sure I can-”
     Artoira didn’t bother hearing the end. “No thank you, Diana.” She cut off right away, only to stand up and walk over to her desk in her room. Grabbing a black leather hobo bag on the way, stopping briefly to check the mirror.
    On a rare occasion when she was allowed time off, she was a fashion forward person. The problem was getting her out of uniform or her suit to see her dressing casual or anything else. Today she was wearing her black toga top with long sleeves, a Grey cropped sweater was thrown over it. Along with her matching black leggings, it was simple for her, but enough for a simple run down the street and sometimes the park close by.
    Artoira ran her hand through her straight shoulder length hair once more, making sure she missed nothing from the moment she woke up. Another thing she hated about being famous, she had to keep a eye on everyone to make sure she wasn’t around a reporter or some cameramen looking to make a quick buck.
    “Oh, come on... I was just kidding.”
    “...So, was there a point to this call?”
    She didn’t mind talking to Diana. Really, but the woman and everyone else thought it was a good idea for her to move on with her life. How do you just... Move on? Most of her body was replaced with robot parts, sure she might grow old and die, eventually... That didn’t mean she was going to end being like everyone else. Not when they saw the legend and not the real Shepard in front of them. She was an excellent reporter, knew how to get the story and stay on someone’s good side. Diana and Artoira are pretty much Friends at this point.
    “Right, well, I did try to keep the media away with your stories...”
     “...But they want a story from my lips, right?” Artoira smiled slightly, walking down a set of stairs to the bottom floor. Where she walked into her kitchen. Everything was sitting there waiting for her. She just had to fix everything. “I can’t believe they waited as long as they did.” The media she knew back home would have found some way inside.
    Diana laughed on the other side, “Right!? But in any case, they want you to come to a party at city hall.” She told her with a sigh, the sound of her pouring something into the cup reached the commander’s ears. “I was hoping you could go and make a speech or something...”
    Artoira closed her eyes and leaned on the counter in the kitchen. “Right.” She muttered under her breath, “I guess that couldn’t hurt... “
    “Great!” Diana was quick to reply, “No need to write this down. The party is tonight... Sometime around eight, maybe?”
    Why did she feel like this was planned from the start? Artoira opened her mouth to reply, but was promptly stopped. “...Oh shoot. I promised to have coffee with another reporter... See you later, Shep!” the reported said before the mobile phone went dead. Leaving a very dumbfound commander staring at the mobile, she pulled away from her ear.
    “...And they say I need to take a break?” With a bemused expression, she sat her mobile down and picked up her water bottle from the table before she walked to her sink and poured some water into the bottle. Shepard then moved to her fridge and pulled out a box filled with food for after her run. Walking back, while taking the bottle from the sink. She placed everything in her bag and grabbed her keys from the counter before walking to her front door. Stepping outside, she closed the door before starting off with a slight job down the street.