<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br/>Maxilos Arena, Mass Impact</strong><br/><br/>It was always strange, being player-controlled, despite it being her default state. She was vaguely aware that her actions were not entirely her own, but they always felt<em>right</em>as they were happening. Had she only ever been controlled by one player, she might have never noticed the difference, but as the player had a sibling, Jeanette was often left with a bizarre cognitive dissonance after a play session. She could feel the difference, but she could never pinpoint or define it.<br/><br/>As usual, Kark and Lorena were chosen to be Jeanette’s team for this mission. The player always seemed to favor them; Kark for his incredible durability, and Lorena for her eye candy. Well, Lorena also had a perfect mix of psionics and tech… but it was mostly for the hip sway. Jeanette sympathized.<br/><br/>The colonel wasn’t a stranger to Maxilos. In fact, she held most of the top scores. Kark outscored her for endurance, and in a few of the unusually specific challenges there were others ahead of her, but in all general-purpose categories she was on top. She wouldn’t have minded winning the rest, of course, as they all had material benefit: new weapons, ship upgrades, etc. More was always better when it came to gear.<br/><br/>Her Reckoner clipped on her back, Jeanette strolled into the station with her squaddies close behind. The xion led the way. She could have sworn she had met this one before, but they were so homogenous… it was rather difficult to say. It was an enigmatic race, and not one most denizens of the galaxy would encounter many times during their lives. Jeanette already had to remember so many names that she decided to let this one go.