E.T.

There may or may not be many ideas running around in my head right now and overflowing. I should really stop reading and start writing. So many cool stories to grab inspiration from. This particular idea came after flying through @El_Espimoento's readerxoriginal male quarian character.

Our characters' stories in this fic will also be taking place in Rie's Reaperless AU because the Reapers just pigeon hole every-fuckin-thing and I dont feel like dealing with them. The main fic will get in to how the Protheans fell and explain how it all works without the Reapers much later. So once that's written I'll add a note here and yall can go read about that. Now, as for the hookline...

Jo was always too curious for her own good.

Years of working at a perfectly reputable autoshop on the Citadel and now look at her - Homeless in the Wards, barely enough money to squeeze in dinner every night. Being small has its advantages, like hiding in the vents with duct rats. Or remaining unnoticeable while trying to hack public terminals for that AI in the Presidium. Whatever it takes to get by.

Besides, she could think of worse company than a homicidal AI. Probably.