I'm the one who's been posting anon about an ME fic from Joker's perspective - finally got an account. Here's what I have so far, though it's still quite rough. Cheating the paragraphs slightly too, since both first and last are incredibly short, and last asked for context.
Flight Lieutenant Jeff “Joker” Moreau was having a very bad day.
His alarm hadn’t woken him, so he got up too late to get coffee at the only decent coffee place near his tiny flat on Arcturus Station. His wheelchair, which he usually used to travel the longer distances on the station, was packed with the rest of his gear, so he had to get by with his leg braces and crutches - and security apparently thought crutches were dangerous weapons, since they’d stopped him three times to “inspect” them. He’d been forced to lean uncomfortably against a wall while security ran their tests.
(6172)
“Keep me informed.”
“As always, captain.” Joker peered intently at his board, listening just as carefully as the captain walked away. Strong confident stride. Heavier than Shepard, and slower, but lighter than Nihlus.
Re: What are you working on?
Flight Lieutenant Jeff “Joker” Moreau was having a very bad day.
His alarm hadn’t woken him, so he got up too late to get coffee at the only decent coffee place near his tiny flat on Arcturus Station. His wheelchair, which he usually used to travel the longer distances on the station, was packed with the rest of his gear, so he had to get by with his leg braces and crutches - and security apparently thought crutches were dangerous weapons, since they’d stopped him three times to “inspect” them. He’d been forced to lean uncomfortably against a wall while security ran their tests.
(6172)
“Keep me informed.”
“As always, captain.” Joker peered intently at his board, listening just as carefully as the captain walked away. Strong confident stride. Heavier than Shepard, and slower, but lighter than Nihlus.