Mass Effect 3 Review
Her name is simply Soldier. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, pretty with short dark hair. She’s pleading with a clerk outside the human embassy on the Citadel, the vast and ancient space station that houses the Galactic Council. Soldier married an Asari, you see, but both have been called into active service. Soldier wants to track down her wife’s family, so their daughter can be sent to stay with them rather than be taken into care. Soldier’s family won’t take the little girl. They disowned her for marrying outside of her species. The desk clerk – another Asari – is sympathetic but held back by bureaucracy. Ever since the Reapers attacked Earth, the Citadel has been flooded with refugees. The paperwork is going to take some time. Almost without realising it, I check in on Soldier every time I’m at the Citadel. I loiter and eavesdrop to see how she’s getting on, if they’ve managed to cut through the red tape and get her daughter to safety. Eventually, I overhear the Asari clerk happily telling Soldier that everything has been arranged. Soldier is overjoyed. So am I, in a weird sort of way. I never even interacted with Soldier, but her story felt important all the same. It’s a little splash of happiness in a story painted in thick strokes of dread and hopelessness. Read more…
