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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:23:43 GMT 1
Chapter 45
"At least you got everyone out alive, even the captured crew."
"It was hard, as hard as anything I've done before."
"I wish I could have been there with you."
"No, you don't."
"You know what I mean."
"I'm just glad the Illusive Man won't be getting his grubby paws on the reaper tech from the base. But the Alpha relay..."
"You can't blame yourself, Shepard. You had no choice."
"But three hundred thousand lives, Liara. A whole system, just gone. I tried to warn them but... damn. I watched the galaxy map as it just... 'pinged' out of existence."
"And if you hadn't?"
"Yea..."
"Shepard." Liara scolds as Verity starts to go into her familiar shut down mode.
"The Reapers are still coming. That was just the start."
After quitting Cerberus, the Normandy crew has found safe haven aboard the Shadow Broker ship. Every crewman agreed, Cerberus is bad news and they all want to distance themselves from the Illusive Man and his dubious plans. Liara was happy that her usually empty ship has been buzzing with life. Most have now left to attempt to return to their formers lives. The core squad members still remain, reluctant to abandon their commander.
"I hear Miranda might be leaving soon, I'm going to go find her."
"Okay, Shepard."
Verity leaves Liara's quarters and heads to one of the makeshift domiciliary areas, a former cargo bay. She finds Jacob alone, studying a datapad.
"Jacob. Has Miranda gone already?" she asks.
"Hey, Shepard. No, not yet."
"You know where she is? I want a chance to say goodbye before she goes."
"Umm, not sure she wants to be found right now."
"Hm?"
"I think she's saying her own goodbyes while she can."
"Oh. I see. Am I right in thinking...?"
"Yea, but I doubt she really wants anyone to know. She's kind of a private person at the best of times."
"He's good for her though; thoughtful and spiritual. Almost the opposite of her."
"Commander..." Jacob frowns.
"You know what I mean."
"Yea, I do. And she deserves some peace after everything with her sister and father, and then following the Illusive Man without question. And on that note, I have to apologise to you, Commander."
"For what?"
"You were right. I've done some questionable things in my time with Cerberus, justifying it to myself that it was for some greater cause."
"And now?"
"The greater cause is made up of the smaller causes. You can't sacrifice them to meet your ends, I know that now."
"I always said you were a good man, Jacob. I'm glad that you can see it too now. Well, if you see Miranda let her know I'd like the chance to see her before she goes."
"Will do, Shepard."
"Jacob. There's no need to salute me any more."
"I'd have to disagree, Shepard. Everything you've done, not only for your squad, but for the galaxy as a whole, you deserve respect."
Verity pulls his arm down to shake his hand.
"That's how friends show respect." she says with a smile.
"Thanks. That means a lot."
"So what will you do now?" Miranda asks Thane, snuggling up to him on their bed in a side room they have claimed.
"My illness will dictate that."
"Giving up the assassination business?"
"Yes. To return to that would defeat the purpose of joining Shepard's cause. I am at peace. My son and I have begun to speak again, I do not wish to risk that. And what of you? What will you do now?"
"At the risk of sounding blunt, how long do you have?"
"Oh. I am not sure specifically. Some doctors say a few months, others up to a year. It is difficult to say with such diseases. Is that relevant?"
"I'll be honest, Thane. These last few weeks have been amazing but I can't live the life of the happy couple in domestic bliss. I want to spend more time with you but I need space, time to do the things I want or need to. I don't trust my father or the Illusive Man and I want to be certain Oriana is safe."
"That is probably just as well. I don't know where my condition will be from one day to the next. But are we talking about exclusivity?"
"Oh yes. I don't give myself freely, Thane. Sorry that I'd be holding you to that with your circumstance but..."
"No, I agree. I also believe in fidelity. I would not relish the thought of you in another's arms."
"Good! I know it's not ideal but at least we have something."
"It is not easy at the best of times for people such as us, Miranda. That we can agree is enough and I hope that you can visit me regularly."
Miranda kisses Thane then hugs him a little tighter.
"As much as I can."
There is a knock at the door.
"Come in?" Miranda says, and Verity enters.
"Here you are! I've been looking all over. I didn't realise you two had made a little nest here."
Both Thane and Miranda look a little embarrassed.
"Oh come on you two, don't be shy about this."
"Anything particular you wanted, Commander?" Miranda asks, moving into her official mode as she pulls on her uniform, now with Cerberus insignia removed.
"At ease, soldier." Shepard jokes.
"Sorry, I'm always 'on'."
"Anyway, I wanted to catch you before you go."
"You think I'd leave without seeking you out?"
"Never can tell with you, Miranda. Come, walk with me down to the information banks."
"See you later." Miranda playfully waves to Thane.
Shepard and Miranda walk slowly down the long corridors.
"I've been checking the info banks on Cerberus like you suggested..."
"Go girl squad!" Miranda says facetiously with a little punch in the air.
"Yea... anyway... I came across a name. Ethan Ramsay..."
"Ramsay?" Miranda face scrunches with disgust at hearing the name. "Now he represents everything you have concerns about when it comes to Cerberus."
"Shit. That was my worry."
"Oh yea, you were at the same training facility."
"Not just that, his family was living on Mindoir as well when the slavers attacked. He never had the highest respect for alien cultures even before that. The thing is, the Broker's data on him was sketchy at best."
"Hmm, maybe the Illusive Man has a bigger carpet than we thought. If he can hide things from the Shadow Broker's network... well let's just say we may be living in interesting times, Shepard."
"So what is he doing? What's his operation?"
"Last I knew, he was commanding Cerberus troopers. The Illusive Man was building a private army and I can only assume he still is, or possibly already has."
"This is not good. Ethan's no fool when it comes to combat. If he's charged with training up the troops and they're gunning for us... gah!"
"You made light work of Cerberus goons in the past, Shepard, I don't see why that won't continue. Especially now that you have Blue Angel back in the fold."
"That's all bull crap, you know. I think she only got all the attention because she was alien, an asari at that."
"Sour grapes, Commander?"
Verity smiles sarcastically.
"Ooh, raw nerve too?" Miranda mocks.
"Yea, yea. Laugh it up, Cheerleader. But if you hear anything about Ethan, please let me know."
"Sure thing, Shepard."
"When are you going then?"
"To be honest, it was supposed to be yesterday but..."
"It's okay, no need to explain."
"Yea... well I'll be out of here tonight."
"We didn't have the best of starts, Miranda, but I'm glad you were there for all this and that we were able to sort out our differences."
"You're one hell of a soldier, Shepard. Not just that, an inspiration. The Illusive Man was right there but he doesn't know the half of it. If I was him I'd be worried that you're no longer on his side. I just hope the Alliance can see that too."
"Don't remind me. How the hell do I justify any of this to them?"
"Hopefully, the results will speak for themselves."
"Yea. Well if I don't see you before, goodbye, and don't be a stranger."
"You too, Shepard. And don't worry, they'll have you out there risking your life to save the galaxy again before you know it."
"So what now for Samara the Justicar?" Verity asks.
"I will return to asari space and continue my work."
"Oh. Will we see you again?"
"If the goddess permits it. I do hope so."
"Me too, Samara. It's been an honour working with you."
"And for me too, Shepard. First though, I have some unfinished business on Illium before I return to Thessia."
"Oh yea?"
To return to Illium is difficult for Samara, it brings back the painful memories of hunting Morinth and the intent to kill her. She heads straight to the commercial space port, travelling unregistered, hoping to avoid the same diplomatic ridiculousness she experienced on her previous visit. She smiles a little as she approaches the precinct police station. Samara opens the door to the station and smiles once again to see Detective Anaya at her desk.
"Detective." she says.
"Samara! Wow, I didn't think I'd see you again! And what's this 'detective' crap? I thought we agreed last time..."
"Indeed. You are correct. Forgive me, Anaya."
"That's better. Now... what are you...?"
"I am compelled to come and speak with you. When last we spoke, you seemed... unhappy here. If you will forgive me for saying so, possibly even lonely."
"Well I have to admit, while working with the police is interesting work, it isn't satisfying. And yea, I can't deny, I have no friends or family to speak of."
"Yes, you expressed that you would have preferred the excitement of C-Sec."
"Yea, but that boat's long sailed. So I'm stuck here with this. I don't mind being alone, it's just the lack of depth in the work."
"Do you practice your biotics, Anaya?"
"When I can. Though I'm probably rusty by your standards. Why do you ask? Why are you here, Samara? Sorry, but I'll have to report your presence here to my superiors."
"Your dedication to duty is admirable."
"You came here just to say that?"
"No. As you may be aware, the Justicar are dwindling. Our numbers fall with every passing year and we seek dedicated, strong willed asari to join us. The galaxy is in turmoil and the wicked will seek to exploit the innocent in such times."
"Are you saying...?"
"I would like you to consider joining the Order of Justicars. If that is something that you would want, of course."
"What? Me? Join the Order of Justicars?"
"Yes."
"But..."
"Yes?"
"I don't know what I've got to follow that 'but', but... this is pretty overwhelming."
"Your biotics would need to be tested and honed, but with your strong will, I do not believe that would be an obstacle. Come, throw a warp at me."
Samara steps back from Anaya and raises a biotic barrier.
"Err... I'm embarrassed to. Like I said, I'm pretty rusty."
"Do not be embarrassed. This is necessary."
"Alright then. Ready?"
"Always."
Anaya throws her warp which hits Samara's barrier with some force, but Samara's defence stays strong.
"Good! You undersell your abilities, Anaya. Are you willing to give your life to the Code?"
"I don't know. It's a big commitment. Do I have to decide now?"
"I would prefer that your decision is not taken in haste, but as you are no doubt aware time is not a luxury we can afford. I cannot allow you take me into custody. For both the Code and my desire not to harm you to be satisfied, I must leave Illium as soon as I leave this port."
"Damn. Well. I... Wow."
"Is that an expression of interest?"
"I can't deny, I'm honoured and sorely tempted by your offer, Samara. When would you need an answer?"
"I shall return in one week."
"Oh. Hmm. Okay then. One week."
"Good. And it is good to see you again, Anaya. You have been in my meditations since last we met. I am glad that the goddess has seen fit to protect you in my absence."
"You too, Samara."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:24:33 GMT 1
Chapter 46
"Alright, Liara! Stop fussing!"
Liara steps away from Verity after fixing the collar of her dress uniform.
"You want to look your best, don't you?"
"Not sure it really matters, I'm probably going straight to the cells when I get to Earth."
"You don't know that."
"Well it's not going to be bunting and banners, I'm pretty sure of that. I'm more worried about you right now."
"Me? Oh I will be fine. I am just going to keep sifting the Broker's data for anything useful on the Reapers."
"If the worst comes to the worst, I don't know when I might see you again."
Liara puts her arms around Verity's waist and places her head on her shoulder.
"I know... I..."
"Will you be okay?"
Verity puts her arms around Liara to comfort her, holding her tightly.
"At least I know where you are."
"I'd better go and see if Tali is ready, she wants to be dropped off on the way."
Liara pulls out of the hug.
"Oh Shepard! It's all creased again now!"
"Forget it. It doesn't matter."
"I spent ages straightening that." Liara says, on the verge of tears.
"Hey, hey, don't obsess. It's fine, really."
"Take it off. I will have to press it again."
"Really? Come on, Liara..."
"Off!"
"Fine!"
Verity removes the jacket and passes it to Liara, who is beckoning with her fingers.
"The trousers too. Come on. You are not wandering down to the engine room getting them dirty."
"Okay, 'mom'."
"Please, Shepard. I know I can be silly, but this is my way of doing something to help."
Verity removes her shoes and trousers, and passes them to Liara.
"You want my underwear too?"
"I would like that, but we do not have time. Tsk, these shoes have been scuffed already."
Verity dresses in her fatigues.
"See you in a while, I'll just go find Tali."
Liara is already engrossed in polishing the shoes.
"What? Oh. Yes. See you in a bit."
Verity arrives at the engine room of the Broker's ship and finds Tali scanning one area, then moves onto another.
"Found anything useful?" Verity asks.
"Oh, Shepard. Hi. Yes, some of the technology on this ship would be of great benefit to the flotilla. Quarians usually only get one pilgrimage but I feel like I've had two now."
"Glad I could help you again, Tali. Maybe they'll make you Admiral this time."
"After what happened with father, I'll be lucky if they let me back at all."
"That's all sorted now, isn't it?"
"There'll always be someone trying to use that kind of thing for political gain. I'm not sure it's over completely."
"You ready? We're going to have to go soon."
"Sure. I think I've got everything I need now. And it doesn't matter what the Alliance says, we all know you've always done what you need to do for the safety of everyone. As a Quarian, that's one of the most admirable traits."
"Thanks, Tali. That means a lot. And say goodbye to Chiktikka for me."
"You know it's only a drone, don't you?"
"Well. Yes, of course. But you..."
"I know it's only a drone, Shepard."
"You've given it a personality though. I always found that... odd."
"Really." Tali folds her arms. "How so?"
"Well, I..."
"Yes?"
"You attribute a personality to your drone, but when it comes to the geth, who actually do exhibit personality..."
"Don't, Shepard. I know what you're going to say and I understand. Legion is an isolated case, that's the only explanation."
"Your people are going to have to resolve this one day, Tali. Legion showed that they are more than mere machines. When you were ready to shoot him over that data, he showed compromise and diplomacy. That doesn't sound like a machine to me. I tried to warn your people against it but if you do go to war against the geth, remember that."
"Sorry, I can't think like that. Rannoch is more important than some old machines."
"Well at least think about what I've said."
"Of course, Shepard."
"And it's been good to have you with me again, Tali. I'm glad you could join us."
"Me too, Shepard. I'm not Garrus, so I'm not going to say it was fun, but it has been great seeing you again and making a difference. Just, next time less suicide missions. If you can."
"No promises, Tali. No promises."
The Normandy approaches Earth. Verity, Chakwas, Ken and Gabbie have joined Joker in the cockpit for the final approach.
"Okay, Joker," Verity says, "do it."
"Lowering stealth systems. Here we go. Incoming transmission. They don't wait around huh?"
"Let's hear it."
Cerberus vessel Normandy, this is the Alliance defence network. Respond, immediately. We have you tracked in our defences. Do not digress from our instructions or we will open fire. Maintain your current position and await orders.
"This is Commander Verity Shepard. We are ready to comply with your instructions."
"This is all a bit heavy isn't it?" Ken says.
"Yea." Gabbie agrees. "They're not taking any chances are they?"
Sending co-ordinates. Cerberus vessel, dock at station F57 and release all airlocks. You will be boarded by Alliance officials.
"Roger that." Verity says. "You heard the man, Joker."
"Yup."
Joker flies to the designated station and docks.
"Releasing airlocks, Commander."
"Thanks everyone, for everything." Verity says to her colleagues.
"That sounds a bit final, Shepard." Ken says.
"Well, who knows what they've got in store for us."
The sound of the airlock opening gives Gabbie a start.
"I'm scared, Ken." she says, linking arms with him.
"Me too."
Armoured and armed Alliance troops flood onto the Normandy. Most file through to the CIC, ordering the crew to move away from their stations then aggressively ordering them off the ship. One trooper takes Gabbie by the arm to lead her off the ship.
"Ken? What are they doing? I..."
"Gabbie!"
Ken feels himself being pulled back as he attempts to go to her aid.
"Don't make it worse." Verity says quietly, then holds her arms up in submission, watching Chakwas subduing to the shouted commands and exiting the ship.
Another trooper grabs Joker by the arm to pull from his pilot's chair.
"Ow! Watch the arm!"
"Hey!" Verity shouts. "He's got a brittle bone disease."
A trooper stands in front of Verity then gesticulates with his weapon for her to leave the ship. In the hangar bay, all the crew are lined up on their knees with their hands behind their heads while a trooper shouts what will keep them alive and what will get them shot.
"This is insane." Verity says to her guard.
"Keep moving, Cerberus." he responds with a shove in her back with the rifle causing her to topple onto her knees. She stands and looks at the scuffed patches on her knees. She turns to face the trooper with clenched fists at her sides, angered that Liara's hard work has been ruined.
"Just try it." he responds.
He directs her to a shuttle and orders her to enter, there are further troopers aboard with weapons ready. The door closes and the shuttle leaves the station, heading to Earth. The short flight takes them to a military correctional facility. As soon as landed, one of the troopers ushers Verity off the craft and towards a door. They enter and walk down a corridor until they reach a facility official who stands at an open cell.
"In." the trooper simply orders.
Verity enters the cell and the door closes straight away. She goes straight to the sink and wets a flannel to pad her knees clean, then sits on the bed. As much as she fights it, she feels her bottom lip quivering. Verity puts her face in her hands and cries hard, the humiliation too much.
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:25:03 GMT 1
Chapter 47
Verity awakens to be reminded of her current predicament by her surroundings. Usually, she can take action to do something about her circumstance but here, under Alliance arrest, she knows this would be too great a cost. Verity goes to the sink to wash then dresses herself in the dress uniform she had so carefully folded and placed on a chair. A quick whip back and forth on her dampened short hair with her hand to give it some body, gives herself a nod of approval in the mirror then sits on the bed, wondering what will happen next. She was mainly upset at the events of the previous day but now Verity feels anger. Anger that she came willingly, having already reported her actions to Hackett, but they have treated her with contempt and punished her crew.
The door opens and Admiral Hackett enters with a package under his arm, the door shutting behind him. Verity stands but does not salute.
"Shepard."
"What the hell's going on? Where's my crew?" Verity says with a raised voice, her frustrated anger apparent.
"I'm sorry about all this, Shepard. It's out of my hands. I have no jurisdiction over Military Police."
"Why are they even involved?"
"You're classed as a terrorist."
"So this is just a witch hunt then? Make the Alliance look good for Al Jilani or whoever? Gain a few brownie points with the Council?"
"Did you go native, soldier? Because you're beginning to sound like it." Hackett's tone is a little more aggressive. He tosses the package onto the bed. "There's fatigues in the package. I brought them so you could have a clean change of clothes, but I'm not so sure you even deserve to wear blues any more."
This comment cuts Verity deeply. She knows she came out fighting as soon as Hackett entered, but she thought he would understand her initial resentment. The fleet still means everything to her.
"I'm not the enemy here, Shepard."
Verity stands to attention.
"I know, sir. I'm sorry. I let my anger get the better of me."
Hackett removes his peaked hat and sits on the edge of the bed, turning the head gear in his hands.
"I didn't want for any of this, Shepard. But like I said, this is all out of my hands. The president and the Council don't want a war over Bahak so they want to blame Cerberus and in turn, you. To keep the Alliance out of the frame. Keep the peace. You know how these things work."
"So I'm the scapegoat? Even though, in reality I just saved the galaxy from certain doom? Well to correct myself, I only delayed certain doom. If the Alliance and Council don't get their act together, that's exactly what's going to happen."
"I've always had faith in you, Shepard. You don't need to convince me."
"What's happening with my crew? Where are they?"
"They've been separated and taken to facilities across Sol for er... interviews."
"Interrogation more like. You should have seen the way they were treated when those MP goons boarded the Normandy, manhandled and shoved around. If I wasn't stuck in here under investigation, I'd file a formal complaint."
"Hmm. Most of them will be released shortly, it's you that they really wanted for what happened with Bahak. Though the former Alliance members may be detained for longer, being technically deserters."
"What's next for me then?"
"The way this is going, court martial and further detainment is very much on the cards. Sorry, Shepard."
"Court martial?" Verity says in disbelief. "But... the fleet is my life. Doesn't my record count for anything? I only helped Cerberus to get to the bottom of these abductions. Once that was done, the whole crew distanced themselves from the group. At great risk to their own lives I might add."
"But you had first hand experience of Cerberus' methods before this. You had to know this couldn't end well."
"It was that or let the Collectors continue the Reaper's dirty work. They'd already starting building a Reaper out of the colonists they took. We were lucky we got through the Omega-4 relay when we did."
"Rock and a hard place huh?"
"At least with Akuze there was light at the end of the tunnel. This? There's only more darkness ahead."
"Stay focussed, Shepard. If the Reapers do arrive..."
"'When'."
Hackett sighs at the interruption.
"...we're still going to need you."
"It's like the damn Council all over again. It's all fingers in ears and 'la la la' until the shit hits the fan, then it's all 'Oh Shepard. Help us, please!'. I'd stand back and laugh if it wasn't so serious."
"I know what you're saying but don't make this any worse than it already is."
"Sorry, Admiral. I just need to vent."
"I know, Shepard. You're just lucky it's me. Well, I'd better be going. I'm sorry too. I can't think of anyone who deserves to wear that uniform more than you do."
Hackett stands, returns his cap to his head and holds his hand out to Verity. She shakes his hand then steps back into a firm salute.
"I've got no words of comfort, Shepard. We can only hope."
"Yea... well let's 'hope' that's enough against thousands of two kilometre high death machines."
Stripped of rank and detained in a judicial facility in Vancouver, Verity is bored to tears. She exercises every day to keep in shape and ready for action but there is little else to do. The Alliance and Council had indeed revelled in their capture of 'dangerous terrorists', labelling her 'the disgraced Commander Shepard' in the media but that feels like a long time ago now. She is allowed visitors but no-one has come. Verity has not been able to contact anyone to ask anyway, her privileges restricted. Her only regular human contact is with James Vega, a personal guard. He's a soldier through and through, muscular and thick set, full of bravado. With his chequered past, he is lucky not be an inmate along side Verity. James has great respect for Shepard, aware of her history and many achievements. She often has to remind him that she has been stripped of rank as he treats her with great revere.
Verity stands looking out of her window, enjoying the rare sight of humanity just playing itself out. A small boy atop a building opposite, a toy Alliance fighter in his hand, evidently creating some epic space battle in his mind as he whooshes the craft around. There stands the reason for her cause: the future. The Reapers seek to take this future away from them, from everyone, for reasons they claim are too great for organic minds to fathom. Each passing day makes Verity ever more anxious. Every morning the same question: is today the day? It is not that she wants it to be but with the inevitability of the coming Reapers, Verity just wants to get the retaliation started.
"Commander." James says as he salutes upon entering her room.
"You're not supposed to call me that any more, James." she responds, yet again. She is sure he is just doing it facetiously now.
"Not supposed to salute you either." he retorts. "We gotta go. The Defence Committee wants to see you."
"Sounds important." Verity says, her heart racing. Is today the day?
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:25:31 GMT 1
Chapter 48
James Vega heads back to the shuttle as ordered by Shepard, disappointed he couldn't take on more Cerberus troopers. They have arrived at Mars, as ordered by Admiral Hackett, after escaping Earth and the Reaper attack in the Normandy. Cerberus are already overrunning the prothean archive facility on the red planet.
Verity, Liara and Ashley take covering positions behind crates, some Cerberus troops on a walkway above. The three girls look around at each other, grinning stupid grins, until finally Liara shouts with unfettered glee, "Blue Angel!", as she throws a singularity, catching a few Cerberus goons in it.
A trooper ducks behind the reinforced glass panelled handrail and turns to another, "Did you hear that? Fuck. It's the girl squad."
"What? Who are they?" his comrade responds.
"You've never heard of them?"
"No? Should I have?"
"They destroyed most of our operations a few years back, nearly wiped us out. Two humans and an asari, shouting weird shit while they fight. Fuck."
One Cerberus trooper pops his head up to chance a few shots, only for it to be popped by a shot from Ashley's rifle. Pleased with the shot, she joins Liara's bravado, "Dark Destroyer!"
Liara and Ashley then look over to Verity, who obliges by throwing out a warp to detonate Liara's singularity, scattering the Cerberus troopers. The three girls strafe out of cover to finish off the remaining enemies amidst a volley of weapons fire and biotics. Once all subdued, Verity turns to her friends, holding her hands up triumphantly then screams, "Blonde Bombshell!"
Liara lowers her weapon and smiles a sad smile as a tear rolls down her cheek.
"I never thought we would ever do this again."
Despite her reservations about Verity's Cerberus connection, Ashley cannot help the warm feelings of being with her two best friends.
"Come on, Liara. We're back. Cerberus better be worried."
"Yes. And I must say, Ashley, I do like your new look."
"Oh. Yea." she replies, a little embarrassed. "I just fancied a change. I've been a tomboy all my life and just wanted to, you know, be a bit more... 'girly'."
"Your hair is beautiful. Hoping to attract that certain someone?" Liara asks, nudging Ashley with her elbow.
"I dunno." she responds coyly. "I'm not getting any younger. Maybe."
"Well if I was a young man looking for love, I'd risk a broken arm for you." Verity quips.
"Hey! I'm not that unapproachable am I?"
"Hmm. What do you reckon, Liara? Femme Fatale?"
"Too flattering. Hmm..."
Liara and Verity look Ashley up and down, pretending to assess her new look amidst inquisitive noises.
"You two are not changing my name." she responds to their mocking.
"Ooh, I know. Saucy Siren!" Liara eventually says.
"Come on, guys. We still have, you know, actual work to do? The Reapers? Fate of the galaxy? Ring any bells?"
"There's a platform we can raise over there to get to the upper level." Verity says, pretending to regain her professionalism.
As she walks past Ashley, she gives her a weighty smack on the bottom.
"Hey!"
"You'd better get used it with those 'come to bed eyes' you got now."
"That's it. I'm filing harassment charges. Back to the brig for you!"
"Where did you get that 'uniform' you were wearing in Vancouver, anyway? Is there an escort corps now?"
"I'm not talking to you two any more."
Verity puts her arm around Liara and beckons to Ashley.
"Come on."
"What?"
"Group hug."
"Tsk, you two are insufferable."
"Hey, I've got nearly three years catching up to do."
Verity looks down at Ashley's battered and unconscious body on the med bay bed. They've only just got the group back together and fate has already rolled its evil dice. After seeing Earth burning, the death of the small child who refused her help, the prothean data stolen by Cerberus and now Ashley so badly hurt by the Cerberus android, Verity begins to fall into her darkness.
"Ashley needs medical attention." Liara says, but Verity barely acknowledges the assertion.
Liara lowers herself to force eye contact, frustrated that Verity has started to shut down before they have even really started.
"We have to leave the Sol system. Please, I know it's difficult, but you can't afford to do this. Ashley needs our help. Now, Shepard."
"I know... Damn! The Illusive Man is going to pay big for this."
"Good. Use that to lift yourself. Now come on! The Citadel is our best chance. We can find help there."
"Get us to the Citadel, Joker."
"Roger that."
"Hold on, Ash."
Verity directs Liara towards the recovered Cerberus android. "See what you and EDI can learn from that... thing."
EDI advises that Admiral Hackett is on the Quantum Entanglement Communicator and Shepard reluctantly goes to break the bad news.
Aria exits the elevator to the Citadel Presidium. She looks around at the ambassadors schmoozing with each other, sickened by the uptight elite, then heads to the asari councillor's office. A C-Sec officer confronts her as she approaches.
"This is a restricted area, ma'am."
Aria activates her omni-tool.
"Tevos."
"What is it now, Aria?"
"This 'officer' is denying me access to your office."
"One moment."
The office door opens and Tevos stands in the doorway.
"That is alright, officer."
Aria smiles a smug look at the officer and enters.
"More trouble, Aria?"
"No. I just came to say 'hi'. Thanks for sorting out immigration processing."
"Of course."
"In all honesty, I thought you'd let me get kicked off the Citadel."
"Aria! I would never do that. But you really should have contacted me before coming to the Citadel and we could have avoided all the trouble."
"Yea well, you know me! Thanks anyway, Tev."
"Why are you here by the way? I did not think the Reapers had bothered with your operation yet?"
"No, they hadn't. Cerberus took Omega from me when I took my eye off the ball."
"Really?"
"Oh don't worry. I'm in the process of organizing something. Something involving lots of guns and a fuck load of mercs. I might even see if Shepard and T'Soni want in on the action, they're always up for a good fight."
"Yes. That pair can be quite... confrontational."
"Ha! You said it. So how are things with you? You must have your hands full with the war and all."
"You have no idea. Trying to decide where to place resources is becoming... difficult."
"When I get Omega back, I want to help with that where I can. Need anything to help relieve all that stress by the way? I can still get hold of..."
"No! You know I do not do that any more. I cannot believe you talked me into trying anything in the first place. Goddess, if the council knew. Never mind mother, she would have a fit if she knew."
"Tsk, you haven't changed."
"Aria. I represent billions across the galaxy. I have responsibilities. You cannot just waltz in here like it is old times."
"Man, not this again. Save your speeches for the Presidium Tower."
"Did you come here just to bicker?"
"No. I came to see you. To see if you're alright."
"No. No, I am not. Do you have any idea the extent of this war? What might happen if Shepard is correct?"
"Yes. I do. I got the heads up from Liara a while back. Difference is, I believed her. That's why I came to see you. Might be our last chance."
"Oh. That is something I suppose. But would you have come if you still had your throne on Omega I wonder?"
"You're not making this very easy, Tev."
"I am sorry, Aria. And you are right. We do not know when me might meet again."
"If you don't want any er... 'stress release', at least come to Purgatory with me for a drink. Maybe show off your old moves? If you hadn't gone into politics you could have ruled the podiums of Afterlife."
"That was a long time ago, in my naïve Maiden days."
"You look like you've still got it. Tits, hips'n'ass still in good shape I see."
Tevos uncomfortably adjusts her dress in a failed attempt to hide her figure, slightly embarrassed by the tone of the compliment.
"Thank you but I do not think drinking and dancing in the wards is such a good idea for a councillor in these difficult times."
"Your loss, you look like you need it. Well I'd better go, plans to formulate and all that."
"Indeed. Good to see you, Aria."
"You too, sis."
"Shh! The walls have ears."
"I can't even remember now. Are we keeping up this charade to protect me or you?"
"I seem to remember that if the truth came out it could be bad for either of us."
"Hmm yea."
"Do not worry though, I am no Dantius. I am not about to... well I am sure you heard about all that."
"Yea, what a bitch. She got hers though. And thanks. How is 'your' mother, anyway? I haven't spoken to her since..."
"No. And you will not. She can do without your shenanigans."
Aria activates her omni-tool, scanning around the room for monitoring devices.
"We're clean." she says. "She's still my mother too, you know! You might think of me as an unfeeling bitch but I do miss her."
"Shame you did not think of that when you started tearing up the galaxy, hanging around with mercs, breaking her heart."
"Maybe I should just leave before..."
"Wait."
"What?"
Tevos awkwardly tries to hug Aria, who allows it but does not join her.
"I was so sorry to hear about Liselle, really I was. I can't imagine what that was like for you."
Aria says nothing to this, hiding her pain as best she can but unable to completely from her sister. Right now, she doesn't have time to wallow but shows her appreciation by finally returning the hug. She has not really had any real sympathy over the incident.
"Thanks, Tev."
"Please, Aria, be safe. We might not be the best of friends but you will always be my little sister. From recent Alliance reports, Cerberus are not to be underestimated."
"You're the one with all the empathy. Feel sorry for them. For Liselle and for Omega, I'm going to do my damndest to destroy their organization and everyone associated with them, as painfully and fucking brutally as I can."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:26:12 GMT 1
Chapter 49
"I hate leaving Ash there like that."
"I know, Shepard. She is good hands though. We just have to let the medical staff do their work and hope for the best. They said the prognosis was very good." Liara says, working at her console.
"Yea. But I'm glad you took up residence in this particular room though, Liara."
"How so?"
Verity approaches Liara with that look in her eye.
"It reminds me of where we used to... you know... on the old Normandy."
"Shepard..." Liara frowns.
"Yea, yea, I know. Fate of the galaxy, billions of lives, yarder yarder."
"I do hope you take things more seriously when we're out there."
"Have you ever known me not to be serious in the field?"
"Hmm, I suppose not. But still, I need to co-ordinate my resources. The prothean device won't build itself you know. They will need so many minerals and ores and such like. One of my operations is mining the platinum from the Broker's ore surveys to send to the Crucible team."
"Nice. Good work, T'Soni."
"Thank you, Commander Shepard." Liara curtsies jokingly.
"Was that Garrus you were talking to earlier?"
"Yes, we haven't really talked since the SR-1 was destroyed. It was nice to catch up. I'm glad he joined us, almost like old times."
"Well once Ash is back on her feet, we'll only be missing Tali and Wrex."
"Shepard, I need to ask: are you certain EDI can be trusted in that body? I know you had faith in her before, but that body might still have Cerberus fail safes in it."
"I trust her judgement. She's run the appropriate checks."
"Like she did with the Reaper IFF?"
"That's a bit harsh. Joker was right, you have become quite cynical."
"I've just learned that you can't take anything for granted."
"Your concerns are understandable, Doctor T'Soni, but please be assured, there are no issues with this platform." EDI says over the comm.
"EDI?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"If you can still talk over the comms, why are you making everyone come to the bridge to speak with you?"
"I want everyone to think of me as a normal member of the crew."
"Fair enough, I suppose. And EDI?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"I want you to stop monitoring Liara's room."
"May I ask why, Commander?"
"Because it's an order, EDI."
"Yes, Commander. Logging you out."
"EDI... Gah! I never knew why she ever said that in the first place."
"Can an AI be facetious, Shepard?" Liara asks.
"This one can, believe me. No doubt Joker's influence."
"Oooh. It all makes sense now."
"Anyway, where were we?"
"You were getting frisky and I was reminding you that we have too much to do."
"Oh yea. Can't we do both?"
"Shepard..."
"Okay, okay. The exciting multi-species summit it is then. I am not looking forward to this. A kiss for luck?"
Liara kisses her own hand, touches Verity's cheek with it then returns her attention to her console.
"There. Now get out of here."
"Oh, so you don't want to hear about my important mission to Eden Prime?"
"The one to stop Cerberus stealing the prothean artefact? Oh don't look at me like that."
"You really are becoming a spoilsport you know. Anyway, I thought you'd be pestering me to get that one done ASAP."
"All in good time, Shepard. I think securing krogan support for the turians takes priority in the circumstance, don't you?"
"Remind me not to die again. Goddess only knows what you'd be like if I did that again."
"Don't joke about that. And 'goddess'? Am I rubbing off on you?"
Verity is about to retort when Liara holds up her hand.
"Don't..."
"What?" Verity responds with a face full of innocence. "Oh, by the way. Here's my duty roster."
"What for?"
"So we can co-ordinate our free time." Verity says with animated eyebrows.
"You are insatiable, Shepard."
"What can I say? I'm a woman with healthy appetites. And anyway, I've missed you."
Liara steps away from her console to put her hands around Verity's waist.
"I know. I have missed you too, Shepard. I am not purposefully pushing you away. It's just..."
"Yea, yea, I know. Fate of the galaxy, billions of lives, yarder yarder."
"You joke, but it's true."
"Well once we've defeated the Reapers, we'll have all the time in the world to make those blue babies."
"Oh stop it."
"Oh so you can still laugh."
Liara slaps Verity's arm then returns to her console.
"Ow!"
"Oh shut up."
Verity looks a little dejected then makes her way to the door. Liara grabs her arm to stop her and kisses her on the cheek, causing a beaming smile on her lover.
"There. Now go and do something more useful."
"I still don't have a window like Liara does, but maybe that's because I don't kiss as well. He he he."
"If you did try to kiss me, Wrex, I think you'd eat my whole face with that big mouth of yours."
"Ha! I miss this place. Everything's so serious on Tachunka. They haven't got a funny bone between them. Wish I could knock some heads around with you, but duty calls. If the salarians say my DNA is important, who am I to argue?"
"Yea, big mouth to go with your big head."
"He he, get out of here before I start taking you seriously."
Despite the desperate situation of the Reapers, Verity has a slight bounce in her step as she makes her way to the CIC, buoyed by being surrounded by good people and old friends.
"Commander?" Samantha says in her clipped English tones. "You have unread messages at your private terminal."
"Yea, that's what the green flashing light's for. And by the way, it's called a 'private' terminal?"
"Oooh, you're one of those types of commanders, are you?"
"Meaning?"
"A sarky bugger."
"Joker?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"Do we know what happened to Miss Chambers in case anything 'accidentally' happens to Traynor?"
"Very funny, Commander." Traynor says.
"Who said I was joking?"
Still chuckling to herself Verity opens her mail box at the console. There is one new mail, no title. The sender, garbled through encryption. The contents, one word.
"Are you okay, Commaner?" Traynor asks. "You've gone very pale all of a sudden."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:26:44 GMT 1
Chapter 50
"Agh! I just can't do it!"
"Please, remain calm."
"You've had hundreds of years to learn all this. I could barely remember the regulations we had to follow in the force."
"Have you been keeping up your meditations to keep your mind fresh?"
"I try but to be honest, I just find it boring. Is this all necessary?"
"A Justicar's life flows directly from the Code. Every situation, every eventuality, every decision. Yes, it is necessary."
"Okay, okay, I'll just need to try harder."
"Do not make it a chore. You must want to learn."
"I do, honestly, Samara. I was just never one for hitting the books. I really appreciate this opportunity you've given me, I will try my best to learn the Code."
"Trying is not enough. You must, if you wish to join our ranks fully. But enough for today, it is nearly meal time. Relax for a while with our sisters with a good meal."
"Oh yea. Them."
"Meaning?"
"Don't get me wrong, they're all alright. It's just... they can be a bit... condescending to me."
"How so?"
"That look they give me when I obviously don't know one of the sutras, and that I use things like 'don't' instead of 'do not'. They can be quite the Thessian snobs really."
"Most have spent the majority of their lives dedicated to the Code and Thessia, they mean nothing by it."
"Coulda fooled me."
"Anaya, you must let go the mental trappings of your old life. Your cynical and facetious ways will not endear you to anyone."
"Maybe I just still have the romantic ideal of the Justicars in my head."
"I must leave Thessia soon. Try to concentrate on the Code in my absence. At least master the first thousand sutras, meditate on their meaning."
"Where are you going?"
"I have had some distressing information about my daughters. All communication has been lost with their monastery. I must go to them."
"Is that safe at the moment? The Reapers are starting to dominate most systems."
"Whether safe or not, it is necessary. They will need me now."
"Well good luck with that. I hope you and your daughters get back safe."
"They will not be returning with me. I must only ensure the monastery is secure and the Ardat-Yakshi are not free to roam."
"But your daughters?"
"The Code is clear on this matter. I suggest you also study this area. You must know what is required of you, no matter how harsh it may seem."
"I don't think I need to read the Code to understand what that means. Could you?"
Samara looks down with the sorrowful look that appears on her face whenever discussing her daughters' condition.
"I have no choice. As I said, the Code is clear on these matters."
"Then I hope everything goes well for you and that choice doesn't need to be made. Sure you don't need any back up?"
"I must do this alone."
"If you say so. Be safe, Samara."
"Thank you for your concern, Anaya, but I will do what is necessary. My safety is secondary."
"You're certain about this, Shepard?" Admiral Hackett asks via the QEC.
"He knew I'd know. He's mocking me. Not sure exactly what it means, but he's certainly not sending his best wishes."
"I've checked the service records and yes, former Alliance Captain Ethan Ramsay did join the black ops group that became Cerberus. Reading between the lines, I'd say he was selected for the group for his extreme views. We should have seen what was coming with Cerberus years ago. So you think this is personal?"
"Probably not entirely what with Cerberus' long term goals, but we never had the best of relationships. That he sent this mail just tells me: he's calling me out."
"This complicates the Cerberus angle if they want to take you on specifically. We can't afford that. You've already started making great headway in forming alliances."
"Tell me about it. We've already had several run ins with Cerberus, I can't see that changing."
"But Commander. 'Blueberry'? I don't understand."
"It's from my childhood when me and Ethan were both on Mindoir. No-one else would use that. It's definitely him, I'd stake my life on it."
"You think he's indoctrinated?"
"Hard to say. He wouldn't need to be indoctrinated if his previous record is anything to go by but with the Illusive Man? Anything's possible."
"You were right to inform me of this, Shepard. I want you to be extra careful with any Cerberus encounters in light of this."
"Of course, Admiral."
"Well you'd better get back to it, Shepard. Hackett out."
Ethan Ramsay. Verity knew this day might come. She knows he has only done this to throw doubts in her mind. Has he really fallen so far? Verity had always given him the benefit of the doubt before investigating the Cerberus records. She never would have thought that his prejudices went this deep. Verity wonders if his specific hate of her is due to the spurned advances so many years ago. None of that matters now. If he is part of the Cerberus problem and in turn the Reapers, then she has no choice if they meet.
"Fear and ignorance are powerful weapons, Ramsay. If you've put Shepard on the back foot even a little, well done."
"When will I get the chance to take her head on?"
"Opportunities present themselves daily. She'll come looking for us before long. Patience."
"Everything she did after Mindoir, she just played along with the problem. Her and that ship of aliens, taking out our operations across the galaxy. Literally sleeping with the enemy. Makes my skin crawl. You should have sent me after her back then."
"Do not presume, Ramsay. I'd rather have you as you are now than..."
"No. You can't do to me what you do to those grunts."
"Then don't push this. It'll come."
The Illusive Man takes a long drag on his cigarette, savouring the flavour. He's replaced as much of his body as he can with technology to combat the cancer but it still lingers, as does his addiction. His days are numbered. If the Reapers can be controlled, perhaps he can find a way to immortality and rid himself of the need for the weak flesh and bones he was born with. Fear is indeed powerful.
"For now, Ramsay, I want you to concentrate on the traitors in our midst. We have several operations that have gone dark. Deal with them how you see fit."
"Isn't that usually Kai Leng's thing?"
"He's occupied with... other things."
"Where do we start?"
"A group of some of our best scientists have gathered at a facility on Gellix. Bryn Cole, Gavin Archer, guided I believe by Jacob Taylor."
"You want anyone of them alive?"
"No. They're tainted now. If we forced our will on them, it'd only be counterproductive."
"Good."
"Nice to see you're still enjoying your work after all this time. You've been with us since the beginning, Ramsay, we may just see the fruit of all our labours soon."
"Then I can get back to our original vision: human domination. Starting with the batarians. Blueberry did us all a favour taking down Bahak. Shame it wasn't more of those disgusting freaks. Even after she killed that slaver bastard in the Chomos system and joined us to get to the Collectors, she betrayed us and returned turned herself in to the misguided Alliance."
"She wasn't aware of our true intentions with the Collectors. If she were, I doubt we could have got her on board. She was always going to stay true to her ideals and the Alliance."
"She'll pay for her treason to humanity."
"Don't let this get too personal, Ramsay. That's when mistakes are made. Mistakes you can't afford."
"I won't let you down."
"Let's hope not."
The Illusive Man ends the QEC communication then uses his internal comm.
"Send her in."
His door opens and an asari shuffles in, confused and frightened.
"Aaah, there you are. I hope your visit to the doctor has made you less... confrontative than our last visit?"
"Whuu... what happened? Where is mother? I thought Sanctuary was supposed to be a safe place. I do not understand. What have you done to me? I can almost hear them... the voices, speaking to me... I... I..."
"Now, now, Livia. Relax. Come, sit with me. Let me take your mind off all that. And might I say, Livia, you are looking lovely today..."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:27:15 GMT 1
Chapter 51
Verity enters Ashley's hospital room to find her sitting up in bed talking with Udina.
"I'd like an answer, Lieutenant Commander. The galaxy has need of exceptional soldiers like you. Now more than ever."
"I still need time. You'll have my answer soon, I promise."
"I'll look forward to it."
Udina turns to leave and sees Verity entering, turning his face a little sour.
"Shepard."
"Udina."
Udina leaves without a further word.
"I got your email." Verity says. "Made your decision yet?"
"On becoming a Spectre? Not yet. It's an honour and all but I don't know. I need to think about it some more."
"It's a big decision, smart to give it some thought. How are you doing?"
"Good, considering. The nurse said you looked in on me earlier. Still out cold I guess."
"We didn't have time to talk. I thought maybe if you were up for it...?"
"Yea. I wasn't sure you wanted to. You were pretty clear on Mars about where things stood."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not a part of Cerberus any more. Case closed. Full stop."
"It's the truth."
"Okay. You cut all ties. I accept that. It's just that if you're giving me orders I need to be able to count on you."
"Ash. You either accept it or you don't. Why do always have to add the element of doubt when we discuss this? You really hurt me on Horizon, you know."
"Well what was I supposed to think?"
"That your friend had valid reasons for what she was doing?"
"Don't. I already got an ear bashing from Liara over that."
"Really? When?"
"After you hooked back up on Illium. She contacted me and gave me both barrels."
"You two became quite close when I was out of action."
"Yea... like I said on Horizon, she was in a bad way for a while there. When I visited her on Illium, she..." Ashley falls short of giving the full details of Liara's fall from grace.
"Yes?"
"It's not my place to say."
"What? What do you mean?"
"She really needed a friend when I visited and it was just as well I turned up when I did. If you want to know any more, you'll have to speak with Liara. Like I said, it's not my place to say."
"She said she'd done some questionable things while I was away but now you've got me worried."
"When you died it nearly destroyed her. She was searching for anything to fill that hole in her life."
"We've spoken a little about that but nothing specific."
"I've said too much already. But when we found her on Mars, the look on her face when she saw it was you? She's not that person any more, she's herself again. I wouldn't worry about it."
"Hmm. So anyway, what about you? How's your family? Are they safe?"
Liara stands working on her console, attempting to gather resources and influence where she can. She is frustrated that as a ground force combatant now, she cannot devote more time to her information duties. She is secretly glad that Samantha Traynor is picking up the slack with regard to useful information. Resources are the main contribution that Liara can make at this time; she is happy that at least she is able to contribute beyond weapons fire. Her door opens.
"Hi, Shepard."
"Hey, Liara."
"I've time to talk if you want?"
"Yea, I do."
"Oh? That sounds important."
"I was just visiting Ash. She's doing well now, should be up and about in no time."
"Good. When that... thing... picked her up like it did... goddess. It was horrible."
"Yea. Wasn't the best start to our campaign. We were talking about Horizon, clearing the air and you came up."
"Hmm?"
"Ash said you gave her a right earful over her attitude?"
"Well she needed it. Treating you like that after all you've been through. I had to. It was just a shame that she didn't contact you herself like I suggested. Maybe you could have avoided some of the bad blood."
"She also said she visited you on Illium."
Liara's eyes widen in horror.
"What happened on Illium when Ash visited?"
Liara fidgets with her fingers, not looking Verity in the eye.
"I err... I'd hit a really bad low point after discovering the Collectors were responsible for the attack on the Normandy."
"And?"
"Umm... that's it really. Ashley came along and picked me up, put me back on my feet."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Come on, Liara. I know you well enough to know there's something you're not telling me. Ashley was quite evasive when I asked her about this. What happened?"
"Goddess... I was hoping this would be consigned to history. I'm not proud, you know."
"Of what? Liara?"
"I..." Liara takes a deep breath. "I'd started using hallex."
"What?!"
"Only for a short time though."
"You started using hallex? Why?"
"Well... Nyxeris turned me onto it, attempting to throw me off my game no doubt. But it would be easy to just blame her for it. I couldn't cope, Shepard. I was so low. The hallex gave me something to take my mind off the loneliness and... you."
"Oh Liara. That's terrible. I know you've said before you were really low when I was gone, but I didn't realise it was that bad."
"When we spoke on the Broker's ship, I said that I wasn't sure you'd want me if you realised all that I'd done. This is one of those things. Don't be angry with me."
"I'm not angry. Shocked, yes. But... oh, Liara. I can't bare the thought of you being that sad and lonely."
Verity hugs Liara, both becoming quite teary.
"It was horrible, Shepard. I didn't know what to do after my work to find your murderers had ended. Once I was back in the real world just going about daily business, I realised the hole was still there and... I... goddess, it was so dark without you."
"It's okay, it's okay. We have each other again now."
"Yes. Thank the goddess, yes."
"Is there anything else I should know?"
"I don't think so. I'm not trying to hide anything. It's just difficult to talk about. Ashley brought me a chocolate cake when she visited. You haven't done that in a while..."
"Your 'secret' stash isn't enough?"
"How do you know about that?" Liara asks with an annoyed tone.
"The smell from that container is unmistakable. I peeked a look when you were in the shower. Where the hell did you get Belgian chocolates from anyway?"
"I thought some had gone missing! I just put it down to eating more than I thought. Have you been dipping into my sweets?"
"Maybe the odd one..."
"Well. As it's you, I'll let it pass. Having the Broker's contacts means I have more than just political sway, you know."
"That reminds me. Guess who I bumped into on the Citadel?
"Who?"
"Yeoman Ramsbottom."
Liara's face lights up.
"Can he come back to the Normandy?" she excitedly asks.
"For his charming company? Or for his fried breakfast?"
"A little from column A, a little from column B..." Liara coyly smiles. "They were good though, weren't they? Mmm, it's so long since I've had any decent fried bread."
Liara is already beginning to salivate at the thought.
"He's posted on the SSV Naseby now."
"The lucky things." Liara pouts.
"Did you become addicted?"
"Who wouldn't? Runny yolks dripping all over the greasy bread and sausages, all washed down with a mug of milky sweet tea. Mmm, lovely."
"Not the breakfasts!"
"Oh. You mean the hallex."
"Yes, 'the hallex'."
"Ashley came along before it all went too far. I can't thank her enough for that visit."
"That's something I suppose."
Verity ponders for a moment.
"You know... Ramsbottom's ship is in for repairs, at least a week he reckons. I might be able to convince him to come visit. Maybe I could get him to look over our galley..."
"Oh, Shepard! Please try! That would be wonderful!"
Liara kisses Verity, then her face becomes serious.
"In the meantime, I'm getting a lock for my sweets box to keep grubby paws out of there."
"Spoilsport."
"Don't worry. You can have the code. I'm just aware that blabbermouth EDI will know I have it and she tells Joker everything."
Shepard and Liara cock their heads for a moment, waiting for a response from the AI. Liara's eyes narrow.
"She's still listening. I know it."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:27:50 GMT 1
Chapter 52
"I'm sorry, Shepard. By the Justicar's Code... there is only one way to save Felere."
Samara holds her pistol to her own head.
"Mother! No!" Felere cries out.
"My daughters. You were all so much stronger than I believed."
Samara feels her arm being pulled away.
"Let... go! What are you doing?"
"Returning a favour." Liara responds, loosening Samara's grip to take the pistol from her.
Samara looks to the ground, "What have you done?"
"Saved a mother from throwing her life away in front of her daughter. As much as I respect the Justicars, this cannot be right, Samara. Do you not remember the words you spoke to me all those years ago?"
"This is not the same."
"Isn't it?"
"By the Code, I must..."
"You don't need to do this, mother."
"Felere?"
"I'll stay here. Home. No matter what's become of it."
"Without a proper monastery..."
"I could have left any time. I don't need a building to honour my own code, and if the Reapers return they won't take me alive. I promise."
"Then... the Code permits you to stay, as you are. Thank you, Liara."
"Do not thank me. Just be a mother to Felere as you always wanted, as she needs."
"Eer..." Verity says. "The human is confused?"
"You said it, Shepard." James says.
Liara and Samara look at each other, the expression from Liara indicating that the incident on Thessia is not something that she has divulged with Verity.
"I owed Samara a debt from long ago, a debt which I have thankfully been permitted to repay."
"Good job, Liara. I froze when she... well, I wasn't sure it was my place with the Code and all. But what was that with Samara? When did you two meet?" Verity asks once they have returned to the Normandy.
Liara looks away and out of the window of her quarters.
"About three years ago."
"Is this another one of those 'things' you don't want to tell me?"
"Please don't, Shepard. I was at one of my lowest ebbs at that time. I had only just erm... discharged myself from hospital."
"What happened?"
"I do not really want to discuss this right now."
"But Liara..."
"Please, Shepard."
Verity cannot see Liara's face, but she can hear the tears in her voice. She places her hand on Liara's shoulder.
"Please, Liara. Don't block me out."
"Alright! Samara stopped me from killing myself on Thessia, okay? Happy now?"
Verity is truly stunned. Liara had mentioned before that she nearly gave up all hope when Verity had died, but never how close she came to following through.
"Liara... I am so sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean..."
All of Liara's misadventures come flooding back to her, a violent torrent spewing forth from the back of her mind.
"I killed a boy, Shepard. He can't have been more than fourteen and I shot him. For an OSD. His mother slapped me in the face and I let her. You know why? Because I deserved it. I'm a horrible person, Shepard. I broke a young asari merc's neck with my foot when she was prone on the floor. I could have avoided all these things if I'd really wanted to. But I didn't."
"Liara... you don't have to..."
"Don't I? You pushed me to know what I did. And now you do, do you like it? Do you still want me now?" Liara says, becoming hostile and angry.
"Liara..."
"Liara! Liara! Liara! Is that all you have to say? Liara the innocent awkward archaeologist you loved died amongst all those terrible things! There's just... me. Why did you go back for Joker without me?! Why didn't you let me come with you?!"
"Liara..."
"Oh just go if you have nothing to say but 'Liara'."
"I'm not leaving you like this."
"I helped kill my own mother, Shepard. Who fired the fatal shot? I finally know the answer to that one. It doesn't damn well matter!"
"Calm down, Liara."
"Oh silly Liara is just being silly. No! I don't want to calm down!"
Liara sends her chair crashing across the room with her biotics, then freezes at what she has done. She places her face in her hands and weeps. Verity reaches out for Liara then stops herself, unsure if that might make matters worse. Liara lifts her head out of her hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said those horrible things."
"Shh, it's okay. I understand. You've had a terrible time of it."
Liara holds onto Verity tightly and cries into her shoulder.
"I know now that I left that hospital too early. I just wanted to take all my rage at your death out on the galaxy. I'm still not well."
"Are you saying that you..."
"I think I still have post traumatic stress. I was in denial at the time, but now? It's my fault those people died because I was so selfish, because I was so driven to get to your murderers. That boy, Davey, I killed him for a few bits of plastic to get on side with some lowlife I didn't even know. I destroyed his mother's world, Shepard. It was awful. I watched her hugging his lifeless body, sobbing desperate tears. I did that. I made that happen because I was stupid."
"I... what do you want to do about this?"
"We can't afford the time to get me help. I need it but... there's too much at stake right now."
"You think Doctor Chakwas can help? She's not a counsellor but, well she's helped me when I needed it."
"I don't want anyone to know, Shepard."
"You know Doctor Chakwas. She's on our side, Liara."
"Yes... she's been so nice to me over the years. I don't know if I'd feel comfortable releasing my demons to her and how she might think of me."
"You need to do something. We can't have you like this. And, Liara..?"
"Yes?"
"If you'd have come to save Joker with me, neither of us would be here now."
"Oh please. I didn't mean that, Shepard. Really. Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"Of course, Liara. Anything you need."
"I should visit Ashley at Huerta Hospital and while I'm there find out if they can see me as an out patient. We visit the Citadel often enough. Maybe they can arrange for me to be seen on an ad hoc basis."
"That sounds reasonable. Doctor Michele is a friend. I think I can pull some strings there."
"They say that admitting the problem is half the battle, but it doesn't feel like that right now."
"You've kept it together for so long, Liara. Was it meeting Samara that... you know...?"
"Probably. Oh I don't know. It's all been bottled up for what feels like a life time. When we got back together after taking down the Shadow Broker, I thought it had all gone away. But that was probably more hope than reality. I am sorry, Shepard. Really I am."
"There's no need to apologise, but I want you to know this: I love you. I want you. There's nothing that's going to change that. Please remember that."
"I know... I didn't mean to hurt you like that."
"If you feel the need to let anything out, I'm here. Whether to talk, or cry, or fling furniture across the room, or bash your fists against my chest, I'm here. Just don't let it fester. In the meantime, I'm taking you off active duty. I don't need to explain why, do I?"
"No..." Liara replies feebly.
"If you feel you can, I'd like you to keep up your work gathering resources and information for the fight, but I can't have you in the field like this."
"No... I understand."
Ashley explains to Liara about her sister and the terrible news of her husband's death. Then continues on, talking about being brought up with her three sisters, her kindly father and joining the military.
"Are you okay, Liara? I seem to be doing all the talking here. It's like you're not even here."
"What? Oh. I am sorry, Ashley. I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Yea, the Reaper war's enough to take it out of anyone."
"It's not that..."
"What's up? You've got that serious look again."
"Yes. Exactly."
"Liara?"
"I took it all out on Verity. We'd been helping Samara the Justicar and it all just came flooding back. I said some horrible things to Verity."
"I thought you'd resolved all that."
"So did I. I was stupid to think it'd all just go away. I didn't come here only to visit you. I'm... goddess... I'm going to get counselling here for a while."
"Counselling?"
"Yes. You saw me when I escaped that secure hospital, Ash. I wasn't ready. I'm still not ready."
Ashley sits up a little then winces.
"Little help, Liara? I'm trying to get up to hug you but... this is painful!"
Liara gets up from her chair and hugs Ashley.
"Ow, ow, ow! That's enough."
"Oh sorry."
"Nah, I'm okay."
"Well I'd better go, my first session is soon. I hope my counsellor is better than the one at that other hospital."
"Who are you seeing? I've had a few sessions with an asari specialist. She's been good. Helped me a lot, and not just with what happened on Mars."
"Fenaris I think her name is."
"Yea, that's her. Good. She doesn't mind if you get angry or whatever, let's you work through it in your own time."
"Sorry I wasn't a better visitor, Ashley."
"Don't worry about it. You just get well, Liara. Oh..."
"What?"
"Did you bring these chocolates for me or you?"
"Oh. Are they all gone? Sorry, I didn't even notice."
"No worries. You like them more than I do anyway."
A naughty smile comes across Ashley's face.
"Arbuckle."
"Hotlips Horror."
"Hahaha! A new one, eh? When I'm out of here and back on my feet, I'm so going to kick your ass, T'Soni."
"You can try."
"Ooooh, a challenge!"
"Oh, I meant to ask. Have you heard from Sha'li and her family? Are they safe?"
The smile drops from Ashley's face.
"Sha'li is safe."
"What about her mother and Auntie Mo?"
"Killed." Ashley responds, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Oh Ashley, I'm so sorry. Where's Sha'li?"
"They were on Illium when... she's on her way to the Citadel now. An Alliance cruiser found the shuttle they escaped on drifting in space. Never thought I'd say it, but thank god for Conrad Verner. Apparently he found her, lost, just wandering around alone and took her with the rest of the orphans. The guy's a damn hero in my book."
"She must be devastated. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not now. Thanks, Liara, but it's a bit raw right now. Anyway, you've got enough on your plate. Damn this war!"
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:28:16 GMT 1
Chapter 53
Now back on her feet and the latest in the Spectre ranks, Ashley approaches the information desk at the refugee docking area of the Citadel.
"Hi there, I was hoping you could help me."
"Yes, Lieutenant Commander?"
With her ordination into the Spectres, all the Citadel officials seem to know her now. Ashley secretly enjoys the reverence she receives after brushing off years of the Williams' curse.
"I've been waiting for a Conrad Verner to arrive. Can you see if he's here yet, please?"
"Let me just look at our records. Verner... Verner... Ah, Conrad Verner. Yes, he arrived yesterday. With a group of children in tow. Shall I send someone to find him for you, Lieutenant Commander?"
"No, that's okay thanks. I'll go take a look myself."
Ashley and Liara wander through the docking area. Most frequenting this area have terrible, desperate looks on their faces, some recalling their personal tragedies with fellow refugees. Others look longingly at the memory wall that houses images of those lost to the war, some images asking if the person in question has been seen. They wander a little further in to see a group of small children gathered around an adult figure, they are mostly asari but with the odd turian or human. The adult is quite animated, pulling silly faces, striking funny poses, laughing, causing giggles and hilarity from all the children. All except one. One asari child stands on the periphery of the group with a sad look on her face. Until she sees Ashley and Liara.
"Auntie Ashley!" she shouts, then runs to Ashley who scoops her up and hugs her.
"Oh, baby. You can say my name right! And goodness, you've grown!"
Conrad stands and walks over.
"You know this lady, Li?" he asks.
Sha'li turns her head to him and animatedly nods with a smile.
"Hey, Conrad." Ashley says.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Oh. You don't remember me?"
"I know you. I've seen the vids. You're the second human Spectre. An honour, Lieutentant Commander. But, have we met before? I think I'd remember meeting a beautiful woman such as you."
Liara smirks and raises her eyebrows at Ashley, then casually steps next to her to give a nudge in the ribs with her elbow.
"Liara! Pack it in!" she hisses quietly, then speaks to Conrad. "We met on the Citadel a few years ago? With Commander Shepard?"
Conrad's mouth drops open.
"That was you? Wow. You look so... different. I remember you, though." he directs towards Liara. "We met again on Illium a while back. You laughed at me!"
"Yes... Sorry about that. So how are you, Conrad? I see you got the children off Illium safely."
"Yea. I found little Li there wandering around in the chaos. When I found out she'd lost her mom, I took her back to the orphanage. You were wandering all alone, weren't you, Li?"
"Conrad helped me." Sha'li says.
Ashley places Sha'li back on the ground and steps up to Conrad, grabs his lapels and pulls him in to give a big kiss on either cheek then a big hug.
"That's for helping Sha'li, Conrad. I can't thank you enough."
Conrad's cheeks turn a deep red and he coyly taps his feet around.
"Weeell..." he says, "I couldn't just leave her there like that. It's no more than anyone else would have done."
"If only that were true, Conrad." Liara says cynically.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you smile, Li. You're glad to see your Auntie Ashley, eh?" Conrad smiles at Sha'li.
Sha'li nods, now leaning against Ashley's leg.
"What are you going to do now, Conrad? You've got a lot of kids to look after here."
"I know! I'm not sure, really. Adoption agencies would be the best thing but right now? The ones still able to operate are swamped. I spent all the credits I had left getting this gang off Illium so I can't just get some new accommodation for everyone. Citadel authorities have said they can help but with all that's going on, it might be a while yet."
"Well if you need one taking off your hands for a while, I'm sure Sha'li would like to visit the Normandy. Would you like that, Li?"
"Yes, please! Is the funny krogan man still there?"
"Wrex? No. At least... I don't think so. Liara?"
"No. You've just missed him. He's returned to Tachunka now."
"Aww."
"But Shepard and Garrus are there. Do you remember Shepard and Garrus?" Liara asks, bent slightly with her hands on her knees.
"The spiky blonde haired lady and the big turian?"
"Yes. That's right. They'd love to see you again too; and the nice doctor who saw you."
"Anyway. Conrad. I'll ask around with the Council and ambassadors. See if I can get things moving for you."
"Really? That'd be great. I mean, I'll miss all these little guys but they need a proper home. Anything you can do, I'd really appreciate it."
Sha'li tugs on Ashley's tunic, her face now returning to sadness.
"Mummy and Auntie Mo..." Then she sniffs deeply and shakily. "The nasty monsters..." She says no more but wipes the tears forming in her eyes with the back of her hand.
Ashley picks her up again to hug her. Sha'li buries her head into Ashley's shoulder to cry as her surrogate aunt pats her back to comfort her.
"I know, honey, I know."
"Will you be my mummy?"
Ashley half concedes, not knowing what else she could say, "We'll see, baby. We'll see."
"Conrad." Liara says with some concern, gesturing that they get some distance from young ears. "Do you have a moment?"
"Uh, sure. What's up?"
They walk a few steps away from the group.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, I'm sure you've done all you can for them, but have you had them looked over by medical staff?"
"They're all fine. A few bumps and bruises but nothing major."
"I don't mean the physical effects. This kind of thing can break young minds, particularly if they saw the terrible events."
"Oh. I see. Gosh, I hadn't even thought of that. I've just been trying to keep spirits up by being goofy with them, but... you're right. Damn, I'm dumb sometimes."
"Don't worry, this is all new to everyone. I'll see if Doctor Michele can send a paediatric team up."
"Thanks, Miss...?"
"T'Soni."
"Thanks, Miss T'Soni."
With her new found Spectre influence, Ashley makes enquiries on behalf of Conrad to re-house the children with a view for adoption when possible. She feels it is the least she can do after he saved Sha'li from a terrible fate, not that she has no regard for the other children. It feels good to do something positive in these terrible times. She heads to the Presidium commons to meet Liara for lunch after a productive meeting with diplomats.
"Soooo. Conrad Verner, eh?" Liara says.
"Yea. He's not so bad. Well his heart's in the right place anyway."
"Yes. His heart..." Liara grins.
"What are you implying?"
"Oh, nothing..."
"Out with it. Before I beat it out of you, T'Soni."
"You seem to have his heart, Ash, and there's worse places that you could find..."
"Ah no. No. No way. Anyway, he's not my type."
"You don't have a 'type'. That would require some experience."
Ashley's jaw drops at the insinuation.
"I have dated people before, you know. I've had boyfriends and... well I've had boyfriends."
"I didn't mean that you were 'inexperienced', but when was the last time you dated anyone, Ash?"
"That's none of your damn business, T'Soni!"
"Oh come on, Ash. Take him for a drink. You're not obliged to do anything beyond that. I just think it would be nice for you to spend some time with a caring man who appreciates you. Get back in the game, as it were."
"Nuh-uh. No way. End of conversation. The guy's a dork."
"I thought he was your hero?"
Ashley just stares a searing stare at Liara.
"Okay then. It's your call..." Liara assesses the stare, but decides to risk it anyway. "Yummy Mummy."
Ashley stands up, open mouthed with mocked rage.
"You evil cow! That's it. I'm definitely not talking to you any more." she says, then repositions her chair noisily and sits amidst huffs and puffs.
"Well this will be an interesting lunch then. Well I'll just do my thinking out loud then. Hmmm, 'Mrs Ashley Verner', it has quite a ring to it."
"Don't push it, fatty. And we're not going Dutch on this lunch if you're going to eat half the menu."
Verity gives General Septimus the news about the weapons supply for C-Sec and sees the pair sitting together. She goes over to them once her business is concluded.
"Hey, guys. Room for one more?"
"Hey, Shepard. Sure. Save me from your evil girlfriend. Please!"
"Don't you two ever let up?"
"Conrad fancies Ashley." Liara says with glee as Verity sits.
Ashley playfully punches her in the upper arm.
"Ashley! That hurt!" Liara says, rubbing her now dead arm.
"It was supposed to."
"Now, now, children. Play nice. So are you going to see him?"
"No, I am not going to 'see him'. Man, you two. Really!"
"You know, there's worse places..."
"Agh! I know! Now shut the hell up and decide what you want to eat."
"Does the lady protest too much you think, Liara?"
"No." Ashley replies. "The 'lady' thinks that Conrad is a dork. End of story. Now drop it. Both of you."
With the last of the children now housed, Conrad stands alone in the refugee area, once again looking himself like a lost child. A man sidles up to him.
"Hey, buddy." the man says.
"Hi there!" Conrad responds.
"Your kids been taken into care?"
"Yea. Well, no. They're... well it's complicated."
"Everything always is where the Council's concerned, isn't it?"
"Eer... yea. I suppose. But I think it's all okay now."
"You know... there are alternatives to the Council."
"Oh yea? Like what?"
"There's other organizations that want to help people like you: strong, upstanding humans who want to make a difference."
"Well that's me to a tee! I even helped Commander Shepard one time. We broke up a Red Sand ring for Cerberus."
"Cerberus, you say..? Well what a coincidence..."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:28:47 GMT 1
Chapter 54
"I saw your message of condolences to the family of a squad member from Haestrom, Tali. The words were most considerate. I think you are ideal for this."
"But this is in person. I don't know if I can."
"The admirals have faith in you. I have faith in you. Even if you cannot see it yourself."
"Faith to do their dirty work..."
"Tali! The other admirals are co-ordinating the rebuilding of our world. And as an admiral, this is your duty."
"I'm sorry, Auntie Raan. You're right. Well, I'd better get to it."
Tali enters a small interview room where a young quarian sits, just old enough to have his first environmental suit. He stands out of respect for someone with such a position in the fleet.
"Hello, Admiral. Has father taken back the home world yet? He said I could help choose where we are going to live."
"No. No, he hasn't, Jona."
"Where is he?"
"I've... I've got some bad news, Jona. I'm really sorry but he didn't make it back."
He sits back down again.
"What? What do you mean?"
"He wanted you to know, he made it to the home world, he made it to Rannoch and set foot on the land of our ancestors."
"But..."
"I know, Jona. I'm sorry. He sacrificed himself so others may yet live on the home world."
"So he's... dead? Was it the geth?"
"Yes. Your father died protecting General Zaal'Koris from them, he was very brave. You should be proud."
As with all quarians, Tali has picked up the subtle nuances that give emotion away, being unable to see clearly the faces of her own species. The young quarian is evidently upset and even angry. She sits in the chair next to him.
"The geth killed my mother and now my father. I hate them!"
"Jona... the geth are our allies now. They cast off the Reapers and are even helping to fight them. They're helping us rebuild our world."
"I don't care! They killed my family! I don't want to share our world with those... those... bastards!"
"Jona!"
Jona puts his visor into his folded arms on the table and shudders with tears.
"I know you're upset and angry right now, but we can't carry on fighting with them. That's what caused all the problems in the first place. Do you understand?"
"I don't want to understand. I want my father. I want my mother..."
Tali is aware she is supposed to be comforting this poor boy but she also does not want him to harbour bitterness.
"I know, Jona, I know..." Tali says putting her arm around the boy.
"Why don't you hate them? They killed your father too."
"They were just machines then, there was nothing to hate. Now? They're not the same any more. One of them even became my friend."
"Really?"
"Yes. His name was Legion. He was as brave and honourable as anyone in the fleet."
"Was he?"
"Yes. He... well, like your father, he sacrificed himself so his family could live on."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad." Jona says, hearing the sadness in Tali's voice.
"That's okay, Jona. But please, I'm not saying that you have to be friends with the geth, but we need to work together. I suppose, really, this is their home too. This is where they came from, just like us. You see?"
"I guess..."
"Well. Your aunt's ship is helping move supplies but as soon as she's able, she's going to collect you so you can live with her. Maybe she'll let you help pick out a nice spot for your new home. But I am sorry about your father, Jona."
Tali pulls him in a little to give a comforting squeeze then stands.
"I have to get back to work, Jona. Admiral Raan will look after you until your aunt arrives, okay?"
Jona just nods. Tali leaves the room and Raan is still waiting for her.
"Tali?" she says, seeing that she is upset. "Are you alright?"
Tali moves straight into a hug with her aunt, remembering the last words of Legion and the implications of his final sacrifice. The moment he had discovered what it really means to be alive, he was willing to sacrifice it all for others. Indeed, he did have a soul equal to any organic.
"Hey, Liara." Tali says.
"Tali. Good to see you. I'm so glad you decided to join the Normandy."
"It's good to be back. It's like a home from home."
"Oh. There was some data I thought might interest you. About Legion."
"What kind of data?"
"Just... well it gives an insight into him beyond the geth. I thought it might help."
Liara passes Tali a datapad and the young quarian sits on the edge of Liara's bed to read it. She is astounded and moved by the contents. His playful but competitive gaming side, that he seemed to have wanted to contribute to the Eden Prime charity fund to make some kind of reparation, his inquisitive nature when he looked into love through a role playing game, it all moves her. Even before the Reaper code, this was a sentient being discovering himself and wanting to know more about the universe around him beyond collecting data.
"Oh Legion..." Tali says.
"Are you okay, Tali?"
"Yes. I never would have guessed."
"I thought you'd be interested."
"And you're right. It has helped. Thank you for this, Liara. You know, Shepard was right."
"Oh?"
"She tried to tell me long ago that Legion was more than the sum of his programs, but I doubted her. I was so tied up in getting the home world back I didn't even consider the... well... 'feelings' of the geth, what they wanted. They just want to live out their existence like any other species."
"Makes you wonder though, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"The Reapers. What do they think? What do they want? They must have justified their actions to themselves somehow. Is there some greater cause we don't know of?"
"Don't, Liara. This is complicated enough as it is."
Liara laughs.
"What?"
"That's exactly what I said to Verity when she mused the same thing about the Reapers."
Tali sighs.
"Life, the universe and everything, what does it all mean?"
"Forty-Two."
"What?"
"It's just something Joker once said. I still don't know what it means."
"Somehow, Liara... I doubt Joker has the answer to life."
"Calibrating, Garrus?" Tali asks as she enters the canon battery.
"Just a second." he replies, deep in his work. "There we go. Perfect. Sorry. You need something, Tali?"
"Do I need a reason to visit my friends?"
"Oh. I didn't mean..."
"That's okay."
"So. Admiral Tali'Zorah, eh? Should I salute?"
"If you want to, I won't stop you."
"Well you deserve it. I doubt anyone has done more for the quarian fleet than you have."
"I don't know about that..." Tali says, assessing Garrus' console. "Really, Garrus? Is that your calculations?"
"What?"
"Oh get out of the way. Amateur."
Tali playfully elbows Garrus out of the way and furiously types away on the console then stands back.
"There. Increase in efficiency of point seven percent."
"That can't be right. Let me see that."
"You doubt a quarian on their mathematics? The numbers don't lie, Garrus."
"You're my kind of woman, Tali."
"Keep it up, Garrus, and all this flattery might get you somewhere."
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:29:13 GMT 1
Chapter 55
"Thane's in the hospital, Miranda, you should really go and see him. I don't think he has long. Look, I'm going there now, come with me."
"I'm not good with hospitals."
"But you rebuilt my corpse for Cerberus? Anyway, I thought you two were, you know, close."
"It wasn't that serious, really."
"Now you're just making excuses."
Verity has met Miranda on the Citadel. The former Cerberus operative has had disturbing news about her sister and suspects her father or the Illusive man, or possibly both, are involved. All she knows is that there has been no communication from her sister for some time now.
"I've got my sister to worry about. I don't have time for such indulgences."
"Miranda!"
"What? My sister means everything to me."
"I seem to remember you said something like this when I was having trouble with Liara. You can't just..."
"He was the best thing that happened to me in a long time. Screw Kai Leng, the slippery bastard."
"I'm sure Thane would love to see you, Miranda. Come on, come with me. It might be your last chance."
"I don't want to watch him die, Shepard." Miranda says, the pain evident on her face.
"You don't have to be there until he dies. Just pop in and make your peace with him. I'm sure he'd love to see you."
"What if his son's there? I'd feel like I was intruding."
"Make all the excuses you want, Miranda, but I'm going there now. If you're coming now, great. If not now, well... make some time. Please. For Thane."
"I promise that I'll try."
"Just don't leave it too late to say goodbye."
"Commander. We need to talk before you ship out. Things got pretty crazy. I'm trying to go over everything in my head, make sense of it. When Udina made me a Spectre, I thought it was a chance to do something good." Ashley says as Verity makes her way back to the Normandy.
"We stopped Udina and got to walk away. That's the important part."
"I can't believe he's responsible for all of it. Was he indoctrinated?"
"It's hard to say."
"How do you fight something that can worm its way into your head?"
"I don't know. But we don't have a choice."
"No, we don't. I also wanted to tell you, Hackett offered me a position on his team."
"Would you consider riding this out with the Normandy?"
"You're serious?"
"We need the best, Ash. And what's the Normandy without the girl squad?"
"Okay, Commander. I'm in. Just not sure what to tell Hackett. 'Sorry, sir, but the girl squad needs me'?"
"Hm. Not sure I'd put it quite like that, but Liara will be pleased. She could do with some good news."
"Yea. We spoke when she visited me in hospital. She's still having a tough time, huh?"
"Yea. Anyway, grab your gear and meet me aboard the Normandy."
"I'll do that."
"And Williams?"
Williams? Ashley thinks. Shepard doesn't normally go so official with her.
"Yea?"
"Keep your gun pointed at the Reapers."
"Will do, Commander." Ashley replies with a salute and a smile.
"So all your doubts about me have been allayed now?"
"Yea. Sorry about all that. When I saw you come through that door, with all the Cerberus forces around, I put two and two together..."
"And got five."
"Yea..."
"You know, though, I think the Normandy's toilets need a damn good scrubbing. Make sure you bring your toothbrush."
"Shepard! You're a real jerk."
"You're a real jerk...?"
"Ma'am."
"Better. So come on. Let's get the girls back together. Liara's got a stash of chocolate that needs liberating. I think we should celebrate. And this time, we should bring Tali into the fold. She can't join in the chocolate, but I think it's high time she joined in the ribbing."
"Tali's with you? Wow, it really is like old times. The Quarian Quirk, heh. She knows about that, right?"
"I'd say there's a good chance she's about to."
"Quirk? Quirk?! What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh come on, Tali, you are a bit quirky." Ashley says.
"Why do you all get nice names?"
"We formed the squad."
"I'm not sure I want to be part of your little club if I've got to have that name."
"Well I suggested Quarian Queen originally..." Liara says, trying to distance herself from the less flattering name.
"Yes! See? That's a nice name. I'll have that one."
"Okay, okay. You can have that as your official name, but I'm still going to use Quarian Quirk. Among others..."
"Like what?"
"Ashley..." Verity admonishes.
"What? What's wrong with Ass-ass-inator?"
If her face were visible, they would see Tali's open mouthed disbelief.
"What's wrong with my... backside?"
"Nothing..." Ashley responds. "It's just..."
"What?"
"Huge!" she laughs.
"That's not my fault! Female quarians just have... generous proportions. Anyway, Garrus seems to like it. I've caught him looking sometimes when I was working on the lower panels."
"Ooooh!" Ashley says. "Garrus eh? You are a dark horse, Tali. Anything to tell?"
"No! Not sure I'd tell you if there was anyway."
"Aw, no fair! Commander?"
"I can't order her to tell us, Ash. Though I think in the spirit of the girl squad, Tali, you should share your conquests. God knows, Ashley doesn't have any to..."
"Hey! This isn't about me."
"Unless we include Conrad Verner." Liara joins.
"Oh? Who's the dark horse now, Ashley?"
"Agh! There's nothing going on with that buffoon. He just seemed to like my new look."
"Yes. Your new look. I meant to mention that."
"This had better be nice, Quirk."
"Is there a Whore Corps now in the Alliance?"
"Tsk. At least Shepard said 'Escort' when she made that joke."
"But anyway, you do look nice with your hair down. You have a sultry look about you. Not surprised Conrad took an interest. So are you going to..."
"No! I am not 'going to...'! Jeez. A woman can just look nice for herself, can't she?"
Liara puts her arms around Ashley and Tali.
"Well I think it's just wonderful that we're all back together again. With the girl squad in play? The Reapers and Cerberus don't stand a chance. And you needed a replacement while I get myself sorted out. Tali's the perfect choice."
"Thank you, Liara. Good to see some of you are still civilised."
"Oh, what about sexbot?" Ashley says.
"EDI? What about her?" Verity asks.
"Would she be up for this?"
"With her sense of humour? Without being able to feel bad about it, she'd rip us all to shreds."
"Sounds like Ashley..."
"Gee thanks, Ass."
Liara peers at Tali's visor.
"Faceless Fear?"
"Too far, T'Soni." Tali responds, then folds her arms and huffs.
"Oh... sorry... I didn't mean to..." Liara squirms.
"Gotcha!"
"You absolute horror, Tali."
"Well she fits right in then!" Verity exclaims.
"And you can shut up, as well. Right! Everyone out! I have work to do. Starting with setting up a re-supply of my chocolate, you greedy pyjaks."
"Can you get dextro compatible, Liara?"
"For you, Tali? Of course."
"Great. Garrus and me need the occasional treat too."
"What you going to do, Quirk? Smear it on your body for him to lick off?" Ashley says.
"With my suit, that would be impractical."
"Then you'll just have to lick it off him then."
"Oh shut up, Whore Corps."
"Hey! That one is not sticking, not if I've got anything to say about it."
Verity hangs back to speak with Liara.
"You seem much happier, Liara."
"Yes. Meeting dad really helped put things into perspective, and we got some asari commandos to boot. Thanks for pushing me there. And the counselling isn't as bad as I thought it might be."
"Good. I hate seeing you so unhappy."
"You only want me for my chocolate." Liara teases.
"Talking of which, that wasn't a bad suggestion from Ashley..."
"Maybe later?" Liara says with a raised eyebrow.
"I'll hold you to that."
"Oh. The Eclipse Sisters that dad arranged for us?"
"Yes?"
"They need transportation and asked for us for help and it turns out we're headed their way."
"Well good. We've enough room for a squad of commandos for a short journey."
"Yes."
"Is there something else?"
"Well. I've had a look at their files."
"Come on, Liara, spit it out."
"Elnora is their commander."
"Little Elnora the mercenary?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Not sure how I feel about that. I should have known she was the murderer back then; you don't wear the uniform if you haven't killed for Eclipse. She said she hadn't killed anyone and just pretended, bah! The uniform should have told me she was lying."
"Yes, they are usually quite strict about that."
"Usually?"
"Jona made an exception for me, but that's another story."
"You were an Eclipse Sister? When was this?"
"Oh in my early investigations into what turned out to be the Collectors. I wasn't really a member, but Jona thought it best if I looked the part."
"Aria, Zaeed, Vido, Jona, is there anyone you don't know in the galaxy? One day, Doctor T'Soni, you're going to have to fill me in on exactly what you did during my absence."
"To be honest, I'm not sure that I'd want to. They were some of my darkest times and I'm not proud of a lot of my actions then. That particular event with the Sisters did not go well."
"I don't mean to pry, I'm just interested. I need something to help fill that two year void when I was gone. I like hearing about what you were doing. Well, the parts that weren't so sad for you anyway."
"In time, Shepard, in time."
"So. Elnora. What do we think?"
"Well they all have questionable pasts, so is Elnora so different?"
"No, I suppose not. It all depends on her really and whether she can control herself."
"I was sad to hear about Wasea though."
"That crazy captain at the commercial space port on Illium? You knew her too?"
"Yes. Like I said, maybe I'll explain one day, but she was actually quite nice when I knew her."
"You do know that she was doing her damndest to kill me?"
"Well nobody's perfect. Look at me!"
"To me, Liara, you are perfection."
"Flatterer. Now get out, I need to work."
"Yes, ma'am!"
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Post by mrstoob on Nov 23, 2012 21:29:45 GMT 1
Chapter 56
Verity is waiting by the air lock when it opens. The asari commandos chatting noisily file onto the ship to head to the shuttle bay, with a familiar face bringing up the rear.
"Well, well, well." Verity says. "Little Elnora. You really did play the innocent little girl, didn't you?"
"Oh please, Commander. I didn't fire my weapon once!" she says, all sweetness and light until her face drops into deadly seriousness. "Sucker." Then she continues down the way.
"Hey!" Verity shouts after her. "This is my ship. Remember that."
"Sour grapes, Commander? Come on, that was ages ago now. Anyway, we're doing you a favour here. Well, in all honesty, we're doing Matriarch Aethyta a favour. If it was just you? Well, tsk..." Elnora retorts then attempts to walk away.
"You know... Detective Anaya will still be looking for you. Hey, Joker?" Verity shouts down towards the cock put. "We got time to hit Illium on the way?"
"I'm sure we could make a diversion, Commander." he shouts back, playing along.
"You wouldn't!"
"If we didn't need the support, damn right I would. Besides, Illium's under Reaper control now. That volus merchant you murdered had done nothing to you."
"I needed to earn my uniform. It would have only been some other son of a bitch if not him. Besides, him and that Pitne For sold us bad red sand."
"Which you then proceeded to pump into poor Niftu Cal. If we weren't there, he would have wandered into Wasea's lair to his death."
"That was soooo funny! He really thought he was some kind of biotic god. His rantings were hilarious. 'Like a – psshhht – reaping wind!' Ha!"
"So you haven't changed anyway."
Elnora holds out her hand.
"Okay, okay. No hard feelings?"
"I can put aside our differences for the war."
The two shake hands and Elnora heads to the shuttle bay to join her squad but Verity cannot resist the last word.
"But I'm watching you!"
Liara has been observing this exchange.
"You couldn't resist could you?"
"Well I need to exert my authority, let her know who's in charge around here."
"But did you have to be so... confrontational?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But it cleared the air in the end, didn't it? Mercs only understand authority through an iron fist."
"Hmm."
"Well I'd better go down there, make sure James is alright with all those blue beauties."
Liara raises an disapproving eyebrow.
Verity sees this look and holds her hands up in submission, "His words. Not mine."
"I suppose there's no harm in looking."
"If I wanted to do that, I could go to the Purgatory bar any time."
"Yes. You've been doing that as well."
"That was just to organize things with Aria."
"Knowing what you think about Aria, is that somehow better?"
"I... we just... the mercenaries..." Verity says, fumbling and becoming quite red.
"Ha! I'm only pulling your leg. Go on. Get down there and make sure they're settled in alright."
"Me and the Commander? Oh yea, we get into scrapes all the time!" James brags with some of the Eclipse girls around him as he does chin-ups. Cortez looks on, evidently amused.
"Yea, not as many scrapes as you caused on the Kodiak when you crashed it on Mars." Verity interjects to deflate him as she arrives in the bay.
"Hey, Shepard. I was just explaining..."
"I'm sure you were. Don't you have any work to do?"
He drops from the bar he has been using and covers his mouth to whisper to Verity.
"Come on, Lola. You're cramping my style here."
"This isn't your personal harem, James!"
Some of the mercs hear Verity and laugh.
"But look at them! As much as I love Esteban's company down here, he can't compete with these girls."
"You're hurting my feelings, Mister Vega." Steve says.
"You know I only have eyes for you."
"Yea, yea. Just keep doing the chin-ups."
"The gun show wasn't for your benefit, Esteban."
Elnora begins organising the mercs, sorting out sleeping arrangements, rations distribution and equipment checks. She is actually good in command and the girls all seem to respect her authority. Verity is quite impressed. Once they are organised, she goes to speak with Elnora.
"Isn't this all a bit over the top? We'll be there in a couple of days."
"Some of these girls haven't slept or eaten properly in over forty-eight hours. And I'm not sure even what weapons we still have functional. I want my squad fresh and ready for action for whatever hell we're going into."
"Fair enough, and it's good to hear you know what you're letting yourself in for."
"Look, Commander. You obviously still have some kind of beef with me but please, I need to make sure we're organised. Is there something particular you want?"
"No, no. But I will say, as one commander to another, you seem to know what you're doing."
"Oh. Thanks, I guess."
"How did you become commander so quickly anyway?"
"The chain moves quickly in merc groups. People die often, especially now. I was the most senior when the last commander died, so now I command the group. Which reminds me. Thanks for offing Wasea, she was a pain in the ass, all hoity toity and that voice... ugh! Good job, Commander."
"I can't accept thanks for that. It was her or me. I had no choice."
"Either way, I'm glad you're the one who came out on top."
"Well I'll leave you to it. Oh. And I'll make some other arrangements for Lieutenant Vega."
"He's no trouble, Commander. He's quite cute, if you like that kind of thing. Some of the girls seem quite taken by him and his muscles."
"Yea, exactly. That was my worry. I'll have him set up on the crew deck. Pack your things, James, you're moving!"
"What about Esteban?" James protests.
"Somehow, I don't think I have quite the same worries with Steve."
"Oh I don't know." Cortez says. "They're not actually women and they are easy on the eye."
"Okay. Both of you, up to the crew deck."
"I was only joking, Commander."
"Oh no." James says. "If I'm going, you're going."
James mutters Spanish expletives under his breath as he folds up his cot.
With Elnora now aboard, Verity is reminded of Anaya and wonders if she got off Illium alright, unaware of her new venture. While Anaya has not memorised the Code fully like Samara and her fellow Justicars, she has exhibited enough dedication and knowledge to be allowed Novice status. She will not yet be unleashed onto the galaxy alone but has become Samara's initiate, following her and learning the practical applications of the Code. They have found a remote mixed species colony and assisted in taking out Reaper ground forces, now assisting with evacuation.
"Get that equipment moving! We've got reports of incoming Reapers!" Anaya shouts at a group of port workers.
"Who are these people?" one asks of another.
An asari answers for her colleague, ensuring Anaya does not hear, "They're Justicars. And let me tell you, if they find out about this gear, there'll be trouble."
"They can't just come in here throwing their weight around."
"Yes they can. And they will, believe me. Now just shut up and keep the cargo moving. Look out!"
A crate falls off the hover platform, the contents spilling over the dock; weapons, drugs and tech. Anaya rushes over to initially help but then sees the contents.
"What's all this then?"
"Shit." one of the workers says, exposing his guilt, right before his head pops.
"Who else knew?" Samara shouts from an upper level from where she has been watching, her pistol in hand.
Anaya is taken aback by how quickly Samara has judged and executed this worker. She has read the Code and absorbed her duty, but to see it in brutal action worries her. Despite this, she unlocks and readies her rifle.
"You!" she shouts at the asari. "Who's responsible for this?"
"I suppose we all are. But you can't just kill us all for small time smuggling. You came here to help us!" she replies, desperately hoping for mercy in these circumstances.
"I'm sorry." Anaya says quietly, then mows the group down with weapons fire. The job done, she returns her weapon to her back and sits on the ground.
Samara jumps from the upper level and floats down with her usual elegant style.
"Well done, Anaya. I know this cannot have been easy for you."
"They were only smuggling. This feels wrong. We were supposed to be here to help them."
"And into which hands were the weapons destined? Which poor wretches would have had their lives ruined by the narcotics? Whose money were they taking by trading in the stolen tech? You have helped many by this action."
"I know, but... these guys, they were just trying to make a few extra credits."
"At the expense of others. It is admirable that you value life so highly, but if you truly wish to follow the Code you must put aside personal feelings and arbitrary morality."
Two port security officers rush onto the scene with their weapons ready.
"It seems our work may not be completed." Samara says coolly.
"Stand down!" an asari official shouts from the port offices, now rushing down the stairs.
The two officers look to her, confused, but wait for her to arrive before proceeding. Samara just paces back and forth, waiting to see if further justice needs to be meted out. The asari official arrives at the officers and with a few words they leave, then she heads to Samara's position.
"Thank you." Samara says. "I think there has been enough bloodshed for today. I would not wish to kill your officers for doing their duty, though if they had attempted to apprehend us, the Code would demand their deaths."
"Just go. Please. Things are bad enough without all this. You Justicars are outmoded with your brutal form of justice."
"As a fellow asari, I am disappointed to hear you say that. But we will comply. Come Anaya, let us continue to search for those who need our help. There are further communities on this planet that may be in need our services."
Anaya makes apologetic facial expressions to the official as she stands then joins Samara to head to their shuttle. Anaya shuts the doors then sits next to Samara in the co-pilot's chair.
"I don't know if I can do this, Samara."
"But you did well today. You punished the smugglers without pause. I purposefully waited to see your actions. We will meditate and pray upon their souls before resting tonight."
"But the security officers, you would have killed them for protecting their own."
"It is always difficult, Anaya. When it is no longer difficult, then you are just a killer. I mourn every life I must take."
"Isn't that soul destroying?"
"I will admit, my conscious is sometimes pricked but I take solace from the Code. There is only the Code. Try to understand that and it will become easier."
"But in these circumstances, where there's already a security force, are we necessary? Shouldn't we be going to places where there is no-one to protect the innocent?"
"Please, cast your doubts aside. If you hesitate, then evil will prevail."
"I just don't know if I can work with such absolutes."
"I will be honest, Anaya. As my initiate, I am to judge if you are able to follow the Code without doubt. If you continue to think in this way, I will be forced to renounce your status as Justicar. I would not flinch in this duty, though I would prefer not to. Contemplate what I have said. After resting, see then how you view the day's events."
"Fair enough. I have to say though, Samara, I'm glad you're my mentor in all this. You still have your empathy and are patient with me."
"We are friends as well as Justicar sisters, are we not?"
"Yes. I like to think so. I'm glad you agree."
"Good. Our closeness could be viewed as an obstacle but if it helps you to understand your duty more readily, perhaps it is for the best. There," she says, pointing out of the window, "an ideal spot to set up camp."
Samara lands the craft in a lush valley with a natural landing area next to a small waterfall. They set up their cooking equipment, eat their meal and get out their sleeping bags.
"This climate is quite temperate. I am glad we can sleep under the stars. I enjoy looking out into the great expanse of the galaxy. But first, we must meditate."
The pair sit cross legged to consider the day's events, though Anaya's thoughts wander to things other than her duty. Throughout their new found companionship, even from the day Samara returned to her station on Illium, she feels there has been more to her interest in herself beyond duty and the Justicars. But she wonders if that is just wishful thinking. Anaya has been alone for so long.
The morning comes. Anaya wakes and looks to Samara's empty sleeping bag, then around herself to see if she is anywhere to be seen. She surprises herself with a sharp intake of breath when Samara comes into her view. The elegant Justicar is showering in the waterfall, naked, beautiful and unaware of the eyes on her. Anaya just watches Samara cleaning her toned body, allowing her thoughts to wander into potentially dangerous areas. Seeing that her mentor is about done, she returns to laying in a sleeping position so as not to expose her voyeurism. Hearing Samara approach, Anaya pretends to wake and looks to her, the cold water making the tips of her breasts proud.
"The waterfall is most refreshing. I would recommend taking advantage of such a wonderful gift from the goddess." Samara says as she sits on the ground, leaning back onto her hands to let the morning sun dry her.
"Eerr... maybe later." she responds. She would be embarrassed to be naked in front of Samara, beyond normal modesty.
"A Justicar does not know when such opportunities will present themselves. Does your modesty prevent you?"
"Oh. Err... I suppose so. You're really relaxed about your body, Samara, though to be honest, with a body like that you have nothing to be ashamed of."
Ignoring Anaya's suggestion, Samara talks on.
"Many years ago, I had to flee my camp in such a state. I fought mercenaries through dense forests with only my biotics to protect me."
"Ha! That must have been interesting for the mercs!"
"They did shout lewd obscenities, that if I surrendered they would let me go for a 'price'. Unfortunately for them, that only served to strengthen my resolve."
"What a way to go!"
Made more comfortable by Samara's relaxed attitude, Anaya gets out of her sleeping back and heads to the waterfall. She enters the natural shower still in her underwear until it creates a barrier then removes them to wash herself. Samara begins her morning exercise routine, comparable to yoga. Seeing Samara's body make such beautiful forms forces Anaya to turn her back so as not to disgrace her own sensibilities any further. She almost wishes that another Justicar had become her mentor to avoid all these thoughts. Almost.
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Post by mrstoob on Jan 23, 2013 20:55:59 GMT 1
Chapter 57
With the Eclipse Sisters carried to their destination, thankfully without incident, Verity returns to the refugee camp on the Citadel. She sees Zaeed just idly propping himself against a container.
"Zaeed."
"Shepard."
"I was wondering, Zaeed. You hate the Blue Suns, to the point of unhinge. So why keep the tattoo?"
"Every time I look in the mirror and see this scar, I've got the tattoo to remind me where it came from. It reminds me of what I need to do: to gut that bastard Vido."
"Hm."
"I designed it you know, the Blue Suns insignia."
"Really?"
"Yea, it used to be one of my... 'hobbies', I suppose."
"Yea, you are quite lyrical and creative when you want to be."
"There was this asari one time, got the best of me and Vido, must be... god, over thirty years ago now. Gave us the run around for three days, picking off the men one by one."
Shepard just keeps quiet and lets Zaeed tell his tale.
"Yea, she put up a barrier. Never seen anything like it back then, not many humans had seen biotics in action like that. Bitch was good, too. I said to Vido that the barrier shimmered like a blue sun, and well, he liked it. The Blue Suns we became."
"Nice."
"Yea, so I got to designing our insignia, going for the minimalist style, pearing it back until I had what you see now. The arc represents the barrier, the centre the asari."
"That little dot's Liara?" Shepard says, her surprise getting the better of her.
"What?"
"Oh... er..."
"Wait a goddamn minute. Your asari girlfriend, she's the blue sun!"
"Zaeed..."
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to find her?"
"You're not going to do a damn thing, Zaeed."
"Like hell I'm not. She humiliated me, laughed at me, mocked Jessie."
"On Zorya, I let you live. Hell, I let you back onto the Normandy, saved your ass countless times. You owe me ten-fold, Zaeed. You're going to drop this."
Zaeed just makes a growling noise.
"What do you think is going to happen if you even lay a finger on Liara? I will destroy you, Zaeed. Let it go. Look what your grudge against Vido did for you."
"Anyone else, Shepard..."
"I want you to say it, so we're clear."
"I won't harm a tentacle on her head, okay? Good enough?"
"Hmm. You'd better not."
"I can't believe I didn't see it. On the Normandy, when she visited, I thought she was just some..."
"Don't say something you'll regret. Liara means more to me than anything else in this galaxy."
"So what's her connection with Vido?"
"He set her up for the Shadow Broker when she was rescuing my body. That's why she sought you out for the mission on Zorya, she knew you wanted him bad. She hoped you'd do her dirty work for her, and me it turned out but that's another story."
"I knew there was more to that mission than she was letting on. She's a crafty one and no mistake."
"Yea. Even if you wanted to, I'm not entirely certain you could take her to be honest."
"Don't push it, Shepard."
Verity smirks.
"What?"
"My girlfriend kicked your ass when she was a college girl studying archaeology."
"Fuck off, Shepard. Now you're taking the piss."
"Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Well. If anything goes wrong with you and her, you know who to call."
"Never going to happen, Zaeed. Never going to happen. So what happened with the Blue Suns? Where's Vido now?"
"Slippery bastard's gone to ground. After Zorya, he decided on a less high profile position in the group. Don't get me wrong, he's still in charge, pulling the strings from behind the scenes, but that slimeball Darner Vosque is the face of the Blue Suns now. Vido, the goddamn coward, must have got scared after we nearly caught him."
"Well I've got business I need to take care of, got a shipment I need to collect. Good to see you, Zaeed, but please, remember what I said."
"No worries, Shepard. I might be a maniac but I'm a man of my word."
Ashley arrives at the shuttle bay where the rest of the squad is already waiting with Shepard, who is sitting on a stack of crates with a smug smile on her face. James Vega urges Ashley on.
"Come on, LC. We're dying to hear what Shepard has to say."
"Alright Lieutenant, keep your tight fitting shirt on. So yea, what's the deal, Commander?"
"Prepare to love me." Verity announces.
"I'm already there!" Liara quips.
"Very droll, T'Soni. Now. I have just secured from the Alliance, and am sitting on some of the most advanced N7 weaponry available in the galaxy."
Verity flips open the lid of the crate next to the one she is sitting on and pulls out a shotgun, a Crusader, then throws it at Vega who catches it and smiles.
"Makes my Raider acquisition seem like crap now. I've heard the penetration on these bad boys is intense. Can't wait to try it out."
"Ash... Valiant?" Verity says, now holding a sniper rifle out towards the Lieutenant Commander. "This looks like your kind of thing."
She takes the rifle and looks down the bay through the sights.
"Oh yea. I think I can do something with this." Ashley replies calmly, while inside feeling like a child at Christmas.
"And you both get a Valkyrie rifle as well." Verity informs the Alliance soldiers.
"Sweet!" Ashley and James say in unison, then momentarily eye each other with suspicion.
"Do I get anything?" Liara asks meekly.
"Of course, as if I wouldn't get anything for you. There. It's a Hurricane SMG. Right up your alley."
Liara takes the weapon and feels the weight then aims down the bay.
"Hmm. I'm not sure if I like the feel of this one. I am no weapons expert but there's something not quite right about this for me."
"You'll get used to it. The damage is supposed to be massive."
"Do I get one of those sniper rifles?" Garrus asks.
"Of course, Garrus. We have eight fully upgraded sets with accompanying mods so we can just mix and match as we like. I think though..." Verity pulls out a pistol, an Eagle, "I'll only be needing this beauty."
"Looks nice." Liara says.
"Yup. Damn fine. With a clip that'll hold forty-three shots and my biotics, I don't think I'll even need any spares."
Tali just holds her Crusader shotgun, almost cradling it.
"Now then." Shepard addresses the group. "Unless your name is Liara T'Soni and you have an ample supply of idiotic pirates to play with, it's not usually a good idea to practice with new equipment in the field. So, I think we should find an empty planet somewhere to fire off a few shots and try these out."
"We could set up a range right here in the shuttle bay, Commander. Just need to set up a few mass effect fields here and there, it wouldn't be too hard." Steve Cortez suggests.
"Thanks, but there's not enough room in here. Ash and Garrus need a lot more room to get a good gauge on those sniper rifles if nothing else."
"Fair enough, Commander. You got anywhere in mind?"
"Now you mention it..."
The shuttle descends onto the planet's surface, landing just next to the body of water. Commander Shepard exits first and shields her eyes from the sun, warming this familiar and lush landscape. Liara steps out and places her hand around Verity's waist.
"Our running field seems to have overgrown quickly." Verity comments.
"It's funny." Liara says.
"Hm?"
"When we were last here, Kaiden was with us. It seems so long ago. We'd hardly a clue what was in store for us, what we would suffer."
The rest of the squad begin to file out of the shuttle with their new weapons in hand.
"Race, Commander?" Ashley says.
"Not today, LC. You guys get some shots in, I have something I need to do."
"Oh?" Liara questions.
"Last time, you wanted a picnic. And so..."
Verity pops back into the shuttle then re-appears with a classic, wicker picnic basket, complete with chequered blanket for them to sit on.
"Ooh! A picnic!" James says, then looks at Verity and Liara and re-assesses. "errr ...that I hope you two enjoy. Alone... I'll go shoot my gun." Then he scurries away.
"You have no idea how difficult it was getting this basket."
"You always go that extra mile."
"Hm?"
"When you want to do something nice for me, no feat is too great it seems."
"Well... you know..." Verity says, uncharacteristically coyly. She really would do anything for Liara.
Liara daintily kisses Verity on the cheek then looks over towards the lake.
"The rock we sat on last time would make a great place for a picnic."
"Your wish is my command."
Verity carries the basket in one hand and holds Liara's hand in the other as they walk to their picnic spot.
"I've missed this. Just us, a few friends, larking about, living life, having fun. You know, in my university days I never dreamt I'd have a life like this. It is just a shame that it is tainted by all that is going on."
"Don't go all melancholic on me, this is supposed to be a fun day out. Like you said, we don't get many these days."
"I know. I was just... you're right. I just wish the Reapers weren't... well, you know."
"Yea, I know. I so want to just leave all this and spend the rest my life with you, like a normal couple, raising a family, on a planet somewhere like this."
"Hmm..." Liara replies, somewhat distant.
"What?"
"What about when you get older?"
"Oh. I've overheard enough conversations between asari and their partners to know where this is going. Are we having 'the conversation' now?"
"Oh. No. I don't think so. Are we? We will have to at some point."
"Yea but, like we said, today is a fun day. Let's not do that now eh?"
"No. I would rather not either. Sorry."
Gunfire begins to ring out across the plain as they arrive at the large flat topped rock on the water's edge, Verity lays out the blanket on top of it and they sit. She opens the basket and begins producing various pots of spreads, pates and cheeses, crusty bread, pastries, wine, and the accompanying accoutrements. Liara is already eyeing up the large round cake tin that still remains in the basket while she munches on the bread covered with tasty salty spreads. They eat in silence for a while, sitting closely, occasionally just smiling at each other or wiping crumbs from their lover's face, each attentive to the other.
"This is lovely. See? I told it was a good place for a picnic."
"With you, everywhere is a good place to eat."
"Shepard!"
Verity pinches at Liara's waist.
"Fair do's, T'Soni. You have kept your figure after all these years."
"Cheeky!" Liara responds as she slaps Verity's hand away.
"By the way, T'Soni. I'm going to err on the side of caution and say: the cheesecake in that tin is for everyone. If I nod off after a couple of glasses of wine, do not eat the whole cake."
"Alright, Shepard! No need to rub it in, that was a long time ago. I'd never had a cake like that before and well, lost control. I learned my lesson the hard way. I'm lucky that it didn't put me off chocolate for life!"
"As if." Verity says with a deadpan look.
Liara slaps her upper arm.
"Ow!"
"Oh shut up."
Indeed, Verity had drifted off after a couple of glasses and awakes at dusk. She sits up and looks over towards the shuttle to see that Liara has joined the group. They have started a camp fire and are sitting around eating the cheesecake. The evening has cooled the air so Verity pulls the blanket over her shoulders like a shawl and walks to the group.
"Hey, Shepard! We saved you a slice." Ashley calls to her.
"Hi guys. How long was I out?"
"Oh you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. It was only a couple of hours." Liara says.
"Ashley was just saying she wanted to do something." Garrus says.
"Oh yea? What's up, Ash?"
"Well. You know how I love poetry. I wanted to do a reading for you all. Something inspirational. I hope, anyway. We're getting closer and closer to... well we all know what. We're fighting for our very existence. So if you'll indulge me... Daffodils by William Wordsworth. Don't worry it's not a long one."
Ashley stands and clears her throat then recites from memory.
"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils."
Ashley allows a moment of pause after her recital.
"I chose this over other poems because I wanted something that shows who we are, as organics, as people. This is what the Reapers will never understand. This is what separates us from the machines. We are alive!"
A tear drops from Ashley's face. "Sorry." she says before rushing into the shuttle.
"You okay?" Verity pops her head in after a few moments.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed."
"Don't be. It's a beautiful poem."
"Yea but, like I've said previously, poems say what I can't. You just saw what happened when I tried to put it in my own words."
"I totally agree though. The Reapers do what they do because they are programmed to. We do what we do because we have desire, drive, love, curiosity, will. We will win because we want it."
"Thanks, Commander. It seems I do get myself across okay, even if it does include a couple of tears."
"You're only human, LC. It's that passion that stands us apart from the Reapers."
"The point of my reading, exactly. Thanks, Commander."
"Come on. I think you've earned that extra piece of cheesecake."
"Isn't that yours?"
"I reckon you deserve it more."
"I'm not so bothered, but I'm sure a certain asari doctor would appreciate it more?"
"You are no doubt correct, LC. Thanks."
While munching down the cheesecake, Liara pauses for a moment then quizzically looks at Verity.
"Shepard? You know that Hurricane SMG?"
"Oh yea, how was it? Did you get a chance to try it out?"
"Yes and, well, I don't like it."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's all rattly and wobbly."
"But the damage is..."
"There is no damage if I'm not hitting anything. May I have one of those Eagle pistols instead, please? I tried one out and that was much more stable."
"Of course. Like I said, we have plenty of sets so just take what you need."
"Thank you. And sorry."
"What for?"
"Well you'd got us all new equipment and you were so excited, I didn't want to seem ungrateful."
"No, no. You've got to have equipment you're comfortable with. I wouldn't shove a sniper rifle in James' hands as much as I'd put a shotgun in Ashley's."
"I can use a shotgun." Ashley protests.
"Yea, but can you make it dance?" Vega challenges.
"Gah, what have I started? You haven't used a shotgun in years, Ash. Leave it." Verity says.
"Oh I don't think so, Commander. Challenge has been set. So, Mister Vega, you think you can out-shoot a Spectre?"
"Oh I think an N7 can challenge a Spectre, don't you, Commander?"
"Really, James? You're bringing this up now? Like this?"
"And what do you mean 'N7'? You're not N7." Ashley protests again.
"Oh, I've just accepted a place on the N7 programme. To be honest, I was surprised that the council chose a non-N7 as their next human Spectre, but then, Udina wasn't exactly clean now was he..."
"What are you saying? Forget the challenge, I'm just going to beat you to death."
"Woah there, Missy, I'm just kidding around."
"Missy?! Permission to kill a fellow squad member, Commander."
"You two do what you like but we have to head back soon. Just resolve all that sexual tension before your next mission, okay?" Verity says with an evil smile as she stands to begin packing away the equipment.
Ashley and James just begin to assist packing away the gear, not speaking another word to each other beyond necessary polite pleasantries.
Back aboard the Normandy, Liara, Ashley and Verity hang around in Liara's office.
"So what's been the previous excuse then, T'Soni?" Ashley says.
"What?"
"You said the Hurricane was 'all rattly and wobbly' so you couldn't shoot straight, so what was the problem previously?"
"You cheeky mare, I shoot well enough."
"There's hundreds of Cerberus operatives who would say otherwise."
"That's it. Shepard, I'm showing her."
"Showing me what?"
"You'll regret it..." Verity warns, keeping her distance from this particular subject.
Liara types furiously at her console for a moment then stands back and points at the screen.
"There. Read it and weep."
Ashley stands at the console reading for a while, occasionally vocalizing certain phrases or words.
"...Alliance... ...dun-de-der... ...oh, girl squad... ...blah-blah-blah... ...Blue Angel... ...yarder yarder... ...most feared... ...hm... ...kill count... hm. I see."
Ashley stands back from the console, pauses for a moment then looks Liara in the eye with controlled rage.
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"We all know from direct experience that Cerberus are very thorough about gaining accurate data, I do not think they would make mistakes about this kind of thing, 'Dark Destroyer'." Liara says, quite patronizingly.
Ashley just stands there, her face turning red, shaking slightly. She has no recourse or retort.
"Screw you." she says, then leaves without looking back.
"Told you..." Verity almost sings.
Liara smiles an evil smile, "It was so worth it."
The door has barely shut when it opens again and Ashley returns, marches straight up to Verity and punches her in the arm.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"And that's for the 'sexual tension' comment. Vega won't even look me in the eye now."
"So you want him to? You want him to gaze into your eyes?" Liara says with sarcastic, dreamy tones.
Ashley glowers for a moment at Liara.
"I'm not sure I'm even talking to you." she says, then turns and leaves again.
"Hmm." Liara muses. "I don't think this one's going to be fixed very easily."
"You starting to feel better then? You've been on good form recently." Verity asks Liara, now that they are alone again.
"I think so. It's still a struggle each day, but I'm getting there. Especially with you to help."
"I'm sorry I tease a lot, I don't mean to make you feel... I dunno, unloved. It's just my way, you know. I just wish I could do more to help."
"You do plenty, don't worry. Just being here is enough. I don't think anyone could feel more loved. Really. Like today, the picnic was so thoughtful. It's things like that that well... express what we are unable to say in words. Thank you."
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Post by mrstoob on Jan 23, 2013 20:56:49 GMT 1
Chapter 58
"Has Liara stopped bouncing yet? I'm guessing there may have been some bouncing." Joker says of Liara's reaction to discovering the live prothean, Javik.
"Bouncing? I had to scrape her off the ceiling with a pole! But seriously, it was nice to have her in the squad again."
"Yea. I haven't pushed you on whatever was going on there but is she okay? She hadn't seemed herself lately."
"Yea, she's okay. Just a bit of a hard time over some things."
"It's okay, Shepard. You don't need to go into any details. I'm just glad she's okay. And that you two are okay. You two are okay?"
"Of course, and thanks, Joker. Well, I'll see you later."
"Alright."
Verity makes her way to Liara's office, prepared for a deluge of prothean conversation.
"So..." Verity begins as she enters, "Javik eh?"
"Hmm, yes..." Liara replies, a sea of datapads on her bed.
"What?"
"It's just... oh, I don't know. I was just looking through some of my old notes and goddess, they're so childish. I can't believe I used to write like that. While adding anything I learn from Javik, I'm going to have to re-write half of it. If he has anything to add that is..."
"What do you mean?"
"You heard what he is like when you spoke with him. He's a lunatic!"
"Is that not a bit harsh? He's just spent fifty thousand years in stasis to find his whole civilization gone and the Reapers on our doorstep. I'd be pretty defensive too if that was me."
"Yes but... it's like he purposefully wants to make people dislike him."
"Maybe he just wants to get his work done and doesn't want to spend time playing 'getting to know you'?"
"We're on his side. He does know that doesn't he? Thank the goddess there wasn't actually a million protheans waiting to wake up down there. Reapers, Cerberus and then the protheans fighting anyone who doesn't submit to their will on top. Oh I don't know if it's me or him."
"How so?"
"I wonder if I've got such a rose tinted view of the protheans that I'm just disappointed. I always expected them to be wise and considerate, not a domineering empire of might."
"Yea, I was surprised by that too. I'd always thought that without at least some kind of mutually beneficial co-operation between species, there'd be no chance of a galactic community but the protheans seem to prove otherwise. Though to be fair, we now know the Reapers have a lot to do with that."
"Hmm, the law of the 'big stick'. I wouldn't personally call it a 'galactic community' when most are only aligned with the protheans so they don't get wiped out by whatever nasty means his people no doubt employed. And I do not know if his views represent the protheans in general, but have you heard his views on evolution? They're practically primitive."
"I know! Earth's history has had its fair share of questionable leaders who used the 'survival of the fittest' like that. The protheans sound like they were a bunch of fascists! Well I have to say, Garrus and I were discussing this the other day, that sometimes a dictatorship gets things done without all the prevarication like from the Citadel Council and their governments. You know, just playing devil's advocate. But it didn't do the protheans any good. Still... it must be hard for him, as a person."
"I know... I just feel a bit let down. Maybe he'll open up a bit more once we get to know him."
"If he lets us."
"Now, now, Shepard. You were the one just saying it must be hard for him."
"But he's not doing himself any favours."
"'You would not understand, asari. In my cycle, we did not have a sense of humour. Anyone who laughed would be executed and their heads paraded on ceremonial pikes of the glorious empire!'" Liara mocks Javik.
"Oooh. That was pretty nasty for you."
"Weeell, he's so patronising. Particularly to me. At least he calls you 'Commander' and not 'human'."
"That's probably just the military thing. I doubt it's because he likes me. He doesn't seem to like anyone. Or anything. Maybe we were just unlucky and ended up with the asshole prothean. You know, like he was the one that all the other protheans avoided because he was such an officious ass?"
"Goddess, yes. You might be right."
"Where are we up to now then? Do we sympathise? Or do we just think he's a pain in the ass?"
"Hmm. The jury's out for me on this one. Like I said, we'll just have to wait and see if he relaxes a bit more with time."
"I can't do this, Samara." Anaya suddenly says as they lie around their latest camp in the wilderness.
"But you are doing so well."
"No. I'm not. I might be doing as I'm expected, but to me, that's not doing well. It's killing without good reason and I can't live like this. I'm sorry."
"I am sorry, too. I thought this is what you might want but it seems I was mistaken. Forgive me for putting you through this."
"No. I jumped at the chance. I just didn't realise how... brutal the lifestyle is. It'd destroy me to carry on like this."
"Well. We will return to Thessia in the morning. I do not wish to prolong your pain any longer than necessary. I do hope though that this has not tainted your view of me. I follow the Code for personal reasons but I do not enjoy the bloodshed."
"I know and thanks for understanding. But I'm glad that my opinion of you seems important to you."
"Anaya..."
"Yes?" she replies quickly and expectantly.
"I have lived long enough to understand people's emotions and am flattered but I am sorry, I cannot."
"Oh... I... I didn't mean to suggest that..."
"Stop. We know now where we stand. Let us leave it there."
"Okay..."
"I get the feeling you would rather not."
"I've just never known anyone like you, Samara. You are amazingly beautiful, strong, dedicated, and I'm aware of the Justicar stance on relationships. We get on great. Is it that you just don't feel like that about me? Or is it asari in general? Or..."
"Please, Anaya, stop. You sound like a love-struck maiden. Are your feelings so intoxicating?"
"That's a very good word, Samara. It describes you well."
"Enough."
"Sorry. It's just... well now that this whole Justicar venture hasn't worked out I'm going to have to try and get my old life back, if I can. Man, that's going to be messy. Can't go back to Illium yet. But... I'm going back to my old life, regardless. Living alone. Unfulfilled."
"And you wish for me to fill that void?"
"Is that so wrong?"
"Our companionship is born of battle. Do you think that is enough?"
"What? I thought that... Oh. So I'm just a Justicar and squad mate to you? Fine. I understand. I'll just go to sleep then."
"Good night, Anaya."
Samara feels guilty for the lie, but feels this is probably for the best and avoids discussing the emotions she fears. Yes, she probably could see herself enjoying a life with Anaya but she cannot. There is only the Code. Small comfort as Samara hears muffled sobs from the sleeping bag opposite.
"Well, it gives me a chance to meet with Shepard but these are indeed disturbing revelations, Anaya." Samara says as they make their final approach to the Citadel.
"Yea, turned away from getting to Thessia. Have the Reapers advanced so much?"
"Let us wait for news from the Citadel before speculating. There could be a number of reasons for such an action. A Justicar does not make rash decisions."
"I'm not your initiate any more, Samara."
"Hm. Quite. But as we are partnered until you can return to whatever you may do, we may yet need to call on our abilities."
"Can we try not to kill anyone at least? I mean, this is the Citadel. Hardly your jurisdiction."
"Do not worry. The Code is quite clear that I should not interfere here. And besides, I do not kill people everywhere we go. Do I?"
Samara has to pause for a moment to confirm that one to herself.
"No, not everywhere. Not quite anyway."
"Now. Quiet for a moment. I despise docking."
Anaya winces several times during Samara's docking manoeuvres as she near-misses just about everything that it is possible to near-miss. Anaya becomes quite embarrassed when the port official comes over the comm to query if there is a problem aboard. Samara is dismissive of his concerns and the shuttle finally lands with a heavy thud and Samara looks quite pleased with herself.
"There. That wasn't so bad now was it?"
"Oh yea. Pilot wings for you soon, no doubt."
Samara looks quite hurt by the comment.
"What? You have something to say of my piloting skills?"
"Let's just say I feel safer when you're piloting large open landscapes rather than enclosed spaces."
Samara just ignores this comment.
"Come. Let us head to the diplomatic suites. I have sent word ahead to Shepard."
"Samara! Anaya..? What are you...?"
"Long story, Shepard, long story. Good to see you."
"Yes, you too. I'm glad to see you got off Illium safe, I'm just surprised to see you here."
"Let us just be thankful that we are well and together. The details are not important right now." Samara says, sensing that Anaya would rather not discuss their misadventure just yet.
"We were trying to get back to Thessia but non-military craft are being turned away from the relays. You know what's going on, Shepard?"
"Not specifically, but I've just been called to see Councillor Tevos. Maybe she can shed some light on all this."
"I was hoping this visit to the Citadel might begin my deployment into the field, but with Anaya still with me, Illium occupied and Thessia inaccessible, I am unsure of what now to do."
"I'm sure I can stay here on the Citadel like any other refugee until this mess is sorted out, Samara. If she's needed in the field, Commander, just say the word. Don't worry about me, you've got bigger problems to worry about."
"Well, I'd better get to the councillor. Good to see you both. We'll discuss deployment later, Samara."
"Yes, I shall attempt to rally what remains of my sisters. Until later, Shepard." Samara says.
"Well." Anaya says. "I suppose I'd better go and register down with the refugee camp. Give 'em hell, Samara!"
"Anaya..."
"Yes?"
Samara stands in silence for a moment then just briefly strokes Anaya's cheek.
"I am sorry, dear Anaya. Perhaps in another time. Goodbye."
This change in attitude causes Anaya to pause for a moment, but she knows now to push would be futile so just smiles then enters the elevator to the refugee docking area. She is thankful for the time she has shared with this beautiful Justicar and comforted that Samara's action confirmed their close friendship was indeed as real as she had thought.
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Post by mrstoob on Jan 23, 2013 20:57:36 GMT 1
Chapter 59
"I'm... sorry." Verity says feebly, but Councillor Tevos has already ended the communication.
Thessia. After all this time and all her early dreams, Verity finally made it to Thessia, or what was left of it. The once graceful architecture lay in ruins as Reaper forces rained down, causing mayhem and destruction. The final piece of the Crucible puzzle, right there, and Cerberus came and took it from her like it was nothing. She feels she has failed the asari people, her beautiful asari. Thessia burned under heavy Reaper attack as they made their escape, devastating Liara. Liara. Just as she was beginning to piece her life back together she has to experience this, the potential fall of her whole society. Verity hasn't felt this in a long time now, but she stands enraged. She fights her urges to lash out or shut down. Verity takes a deep breath and leaves the QEC to enter the war room where the squad is waiting for her.
"Asari forces are in full retreat. It is no longer safe for us to remain in this system." EDI informs her with uncharacteristic urgency.
"Get us out of here!" Verity responds.
Liara looks weak from the stress of this disastrous mission, leaning against a console.
"Shepard... I... Nobody could've predicted Cerberus would reach Thessia before us."
"It's my job to be prepared. No matter what. And now, Thessia's lost, as is the data on the Catalyst."
She pauses a moment, seeing Liara's desperation causes her rage to rise.
"I'm sick of Cerberus beating us to the punch!"
"Let's kick them in the balls first for a change!" James encourages.
"I'm with James. Anyone know where they're hiding? Anyone?" Verity becomes increasingly irate as the squad just look around at each other, unsure if they should say anything.
"Umm." Specialist Traynor nervously breaks the silence, having not seen this side of Shepard before. "Well, there is something."
"Let's hear it, Traynor!" Verity barks shortly.
"I was able to track Kai Leng's shuttle and extrapolate his destination." she says as she brings up a galaxy map on the war room display. "But... the signal disappeared in the Iera system."
"Naturally..." Verity says, trying to stay positive but still fighting her dark urges.
"It's not just gone, though. The signal is being actively blocked."
"How?"
"I'm not sure, but something is definitely interfering with all signal activity in that region of space."
"Commander, the Iera system is home to Sanctuary and very little else. Sanctuary is a supposed safe haven for war refugees." EDI adds.
"You think it's worth checking out Traynor?"
"Yes, ma'am, I do."
"If Specialist Traynor hadn't examined the data so astutely, the interference would've been undetectable." EDI says.
"Nice work, Traynor. You've given us a shot. Now let's make sure we don't waste it."
"I was stationed on Horizon in the Iera system." Ashley says. "You were the only Cerberus presence while I was there."
"It's a slim lead. Let's hope it's the right one." Liara says, still fighting her own urges to break down.
"I don't care how slim the leads are at this point. We've come too far to let Cerberus stop us. I want that prothean data. I want the Catalyst. No excuses! Dismissed."
Shepard is rarely so official or demanding with them but her squad understands, she is not happy and it is best to give her a wide berth for now, albeit that she is raging for a very good reason.
"Commander, Admiral Anderson is available on vid comm." Traynor informs Shepard.
"Thanks, Traynor."
She tries to let her rage cool for her squad. They have given their all every step of the way. None of this is their fault and they don't deserve her anger. She just wanted to emphasise how important this is, as though they don't already know. Verity begins speaking with Anderson, becrying her defeat.
"Shepard, you know how many times I got my ass handed to me over the years? Surviving the First Contact War back in the day was a goddamned miracle. They said I was a hero. I just felt lucky to get out alive. So maybe Kai Leng did beat you. What of it?"
"It could cost us the war!"
"These guys in the resistance, they know it's a losing proposition. They know the chances of seeing tomorrow are slim to none. But we all signed up anyway. Hell, I'm sitting in London right now, staring at rubble. I was born here, and it's looking like I might die here, too. So I say, point us at the Reapers and let's take our chances."
"You'll make it, Anderson. And when this is all over, you can show me London."
"It might need a new coat of paint first."
"This will be over soon."
"It better! Shake this off, Shepard."
"I will."
"Anderson out."
Exactly what Verity feels she needed; a kick up the backside. Had they had the time, Anderson would quite easily have been a closer figure for Verity, reminding her somewhat of her old Captain Dumas. He used to be tough but tender with her. So she got beaten? Suck it up and deal with it, there's still more to be done and it hasn't been easy for anyone.
She goes to see if Liara needs some support but she is not there. Tali is near the elevators and advises her that she saw Liara heading to see Javik with a face like thunder.
"Hey, Ash."
"Ma'am."
"I'm sorry, Ash. You guys didn't deserve all that."
"You don't need to apologise, Commander. You're the... well... Commander! You say jump, we say how high?"
"Yea but, you know I don't like to work that way usually. And I still feel bad for riding your ass recently. I know we all jibe each other but maybe me and Liara have gone a bit far recently. Sorry, really."
"We all understand, Shepard." Ashley assures her. "Those bastards have been laughing in our faces for years ever since Admiral Kakoku. That... what's his name? Ethan? Sending you mocking mails, the Cerberus coup and now this. Man, I'm pissed as well. I don't blame you for getting your game face on and getting angry."
"I just wanted to say, I know you guys are giving it all you've got, you know? That I wasn't blaming you for anything."
"We all know that. Although, I think Traynor nearly wet her pants when you were shouting at us. She's not used to military hierarchy at the best of times!"
"Aw, I feel bad now. She was really helpful too. Above and beyond and all that. She wasn't required by any regs I know of to monitor things that closely. So are we okay?"
"Of course we are."
"And Liara? When are you going to give her a break?"
"I was going to make her suffer a little longer but now? You're right, she needs all the friends she can get. Maybe I should remind her of her Cerberus kill count, might perk her up a bit to remember how many of them she's killed?"
"Probably not a good idea to approach it quite like that but thanks, Ash."
"Fair play to Liara though. I hear she gave Javik both barrels. About time someone gave him a dressing down."
"It's not been easy for him either in all this and Liara didn't feel good about any of it. She's still quite angry about the withheld beacon and the implications of what Javik said. Wasn't easy for her to see Thessia like that then hear all those revelations about asari origins. Thankfully, she's snapped herself into gear and is trying to help with evacuation."
"Good to see you've snapped yourself into gear too, I hate seeing you like that. Actually, you're a pain in the ass when you're like that, but I understand. You've been through a lot. Hell, it's not exactly over yet. I'll go and see if I can do anything to help Liara. And no, I won't mess with her today."
"Thanks, Ash."
Tevos enters the Purgatory bar and looks around, unfamiliar with the place. To her right she sees Aria, holding a small court of one. She slowly walks over and sits next to Aria but just stares ahead.
"Tevos?" Aria asks but with no reply. "Tev? Are you alright?"
Tevos leans forward to put her face in her hands, her body shuddering with the signs of tears and desperation. Aria looks around to make sure no eyes are on them and shuffles closer to Tevos to put her arm around her.
"Sheerk. Go find something else to do." she says to her aide.
"What should I..."
"I don't give a shit. Go!"
Sheerk wanders off to the bar.
"Tev? What's happened? What's wrong?"
Tevos sits up with a blank stare.
"Thessia. It's... lost to the Reapers."
"Thessia? The home world? Fuck."
"I... I'm..."
"Sh, sh, sh. Let's get out of here, you can't be seen like this."
"What does it matter now? Do you have anything...?"
"Aaah no. Not while you're like this."
"Please, Aria, I need it. It's hopeless..." Tevos pleads.
"Let's just get you back to your quarters. Then we can talk."
"Yes... perhaps you are right."
Aria quickly guides the disorientated Councillor to the elevator and back to her quarters. Once inside, Tevos just sits on her couch and stares.
"Cerberus..." she finally says when Aria sits and joins her.
"What now? What have they done? If they've caused this..."
"They beat Shepard to the prothean data we had on Thessia. We don't know if we can finish the Crucible now. This might be the end. Not just for Thessia, for all of us!"
"I don't know if this is any help but I'm just waiting on the word from Shepard to go kick Cerberus right in the fucking balls and take Omega back. Now I'm going to take extra pleasure in using my bare hands to kill every last one of the fuckers. Is the Illusive Man insane? What the hell are they doing? Surely they can't be working with the Reapers but... why stop the Crucible from being completed?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure I have the strength any more. So, Aria... now we're away from prying eyes... do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Do you have anything?"
"Tev, I'm not a drug dealer. I just deal with dodgy characters who are. I don't carry anything with me."
"Oh..."
"I doubt it'd be the best thing for you to do anyway. Are things really that lost? Shepard's been known to pull something out of the hat at the last minute before now."
"Maybe... it seemed like she'd taken it quite badly too. I do hope she still has her resolve in case you are right."
"Shepard? Nah, she'll be okay. When she was killed, it only seemed to piss her off. She'll come through, I know it."
Tevos almost smiles at Aria's positive assessment of this desperate situation.
"Thank you, Aria. You are a good sister, really."
"Maybe when this is all over, we can be sisters again? I'd like that."
"I would too, Aria. Now, I cannot mope around here. I need to find out who was lost, who escaped. I have continuity of civilization to consider."
"That's the spirit, Tev! And just think, when this is all over, I'll be back running Omega, you'll be running the Citadel, and you know Omega's considered the Citadel of the Terminus Systems. We could virtually rule the galaxy if we wanted to!"
"Not quite what I had in mind, Aria, and I don't actually run the Citadel. Not exclusively anyway."
"We could change that..."
"Tsk, Aria!"
"It was just a thought. I'm always looking to expand my operation."
"On that note, continuity of civilization is very much at the forefront of my mind. See you soon, Aria. And thanks again."
"Is it okay if I just hang here? I'm getting sick of banging bass drums and all the idiots in that bar. I wouldn't mind a little peace for a while."
"Of course, Aria. Just... try not to start any wild parties or murder anyone or... whatever it is that you do."
"For you, sis, anything. Thanks."
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