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Chapter 27 – Ashley They had to fight their way to the control tower through wave after apparently endless wave of husks, but finally the number of their enemies diminished and they were left standing alone to the shadow of the transmitter. Shepard nodded to Garrus and he busied himself with the system—it wasn't too different from the firing systems they had on board the Normandy. A satisfying ping came form the control board and the interference Collectors had set up to disrupt their communications vanished. "Normandy?" Shepard was quick to ask. "Do you copy?" "Joker here," a familiar voice came back. "Signal's weak, commander,

“Doesn’t this thing go any faster?” Shepard demanded of Cortez in unconscious echo of Garrus’ previous words to James a few days prior. She stood behind the pilot hanging on to a bar overhead dressed in full armor and cradling her Black Widow, too full of energy to sit calmly and wait until they reached their destination. She finally remembered. She remembered everything! “I’ll get you there, Commander, don’t worry,” the unflappable man replied, though she noted he sounded a bit strained nonetheless. He was likely worried about James, she realized; they had been friends for a long time. She fe

“…So that’s how I ended up helping to clear rubble for a new landing area,” Vega waved his hand in a dismissive gesture as he finished his story. “No big deal.” “Uh-huh,” Shepard said flatly and raised an eyebrow at him.  “Vega, next time you try to prove the superiority of the Mako, maybe try doing something that doesn’t end with you trashing one.” A smothered laugh, that was quickly turned into a cough, came from the wall where Kaidan was leaning.  Shepard turned her best, stern, “Commander Look” on him but he didn’t even bother to try hiding the slight g

     Ugly. That's the only word for it. Completely and utterly ugly, one of the most puke-inducing sweaters you've ever seen, it looks like maybe it has already induced puke and been on the receiving end. It's not quite camo, not quite stripes, not quite tribal, and the colors are . . . well, they're questionable and painful to look at, and that's putting it lightly. You didn't know such sweaters were in production, and you didn't expect to see one on Castiel. Apparently, the naive little thing shouldn't be allowed to shop alone.     When he enters this bunker with this sweater on, you stifle a curse word, a task not so easily accomplished

Third Person~~(SPOILERS FOR MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA)~~ "You could've trusted me you know? I'm  good at keeping secrets. Lexi still can't find the wine Peebee hid from her." Scott said trailing behind Reyes. He tried to hide to hurt in his tone, but eminently failed. He just wished his lover had told the truth. If Reyes lied about this, what else had he lied about. "You look like your waiting for someone" Reyes said walking out from behind a rock. The look of shock on Sloane's face went straight to anger. Scott just felt his heart sink into the cold rock of the cave. "I'm here to meet the Charlatan,not some third-rate smuggler" Sloane growl

Series Title: After the Reapers; The Liara Chronicles Pairing: MShepard/Liara Author: Knights-Honour Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare Any character you haven't heard of © me Author's Notes: Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe, agreed to edit the series anyway. Thanks, Blue! Aftermath is set after Priority: Thessia Aftermath "I don't care how slim the leads are. We've come too far to let Cerberus stop us now." Shepard addressed his crew in the War Room. "I want that Prothean data. I want the Catalyst. No excuses. Dismissed." The first human Spectre rema

Charles Presley, Richard L Jenkins, Ashley Williams, and now Mordin Solus… Jane ground her teeth to keep her emotions at bay, gritting them until an ache started to spread in her jaw. They’d been at this Godforsaken war for so long already and there wasn’t an end in sight. She fought back the hopelessness of it all. How many more friends did she have to lose to the Reapers? How much more of her family needed to be stripped from her before this war finally met its end? Tuchanka was one step forward, and tomorrow they’d take another three back. That was how this war was playing out. No matter how hard they fought, no ma

"Doc, I'm fine."  Erisa Shepard sighed, making a conscious effort to not continue shivering from the intense cold that wasn't just surface, but soul deep.  Having mental contact with a being that old had taken it's toll on her, but she didn't want her crew to know about that. "Regardless.  I'm putting you on quarters for the remainder of the evening."  Dr. Chakwas looked at her, expression serious.  "Someone can bring you food when you get hungry, but you need rest." "I'll handle that," Garrus said, leaning against the wall as he had been since the beginning of this check-up that he'd instigated after they'd gotten back from 2181 Despoina.

It’s a tight squeeze. I don’t think this crawl space was designed to fit a fully decked out marine. I guess I shouldn’t complain though- I have no idea how Wrex is even managing to move behind me. “If you had told me this morning that a toothbrush was going to save the Normandy, I’d have been very skeptical,” says Lola, crawling along in fronts of us. At least I can’t complain about the view. I feel the pull of the ship as she leaves dry dock; it seems we made it on board just in time. I can hear the mercs moving around above us as we approach the CIC. Joker is going to be so pissed. “Pret

Title: Nerves Author: Dragonwyrd316 Game: Mass Effect 2 Characters/Pairing: F!Shepard/Joker Disclaimer: This is just for fun - BioWare owns all and I receive nothing but my own enjoyment by writing this. ------------------------------------------------------------- She didn't stop by his chair this time.  He swiveled around and watched her as she hesitated just inside the ship, Garrus and Grunt behind her.  The look in her eyes was bleak as she glanced at him, her hands already working at the bun atop her head, letting the tresses fall and act like a curtain to hide her face as she strode to the elevator and disappeared behind its slidi

    Why?    Why did it have to be you, of all people?    And why did it have to be Cicero?    You tightened your grip on Shadowmere's reins, willing him to go as fast as his feet could carry him.  Astrid had, of course, ordered you to go and find Arnbjorn, if he was even alive, and to kill Cicero.  No questions asked.  The more you thought about it, the more your guts tied themselves in knots.  Even though you were in the "Family" of the Dark Brotherhood, the only person you ever actually felt close to was Cicero, especially after discovering you were the Listener to his Keeper.    Another fear set in your heart: What if Cicero was al

Sheogorath is (Not) Amused Haskill shook his head as he entered New Sheoth Palace.  He was having one of those days.  Once again, the people of both Mania and Dementia were requesting a new Duke or Dutchess, and once again Lord Sheogorath had denied them.  Though technically it should be 'Lady Sheogorath' now.  The Graymarch was over in a most permanent form, with Jyggalag freed from his curse.  This had left a void in the Throne of the Madgod that was as easily filled as it was emptied.  The new Sheogorath, the first and only true Sheogorath in fact, was formally the mortal known as the Champion of Cyrodil.  Within a single night that had c

“I’m really glad we’re finally doing this,” Sam said as Y/n jogged beside him. He’d been asking her to be his running partner for over a month. “Don’t get too excited, it’s a one time thing,” Y/n huffed. Their sneakers pounded the pavement simultaneously. “I only agreed so you would stop bugging me.” “Who knows, you could get hooked.” “I will not, I hate jogging.” “No you don’t, you just hate waking up this early.” Y/n laughed. The sun cast purple rays into the sky as it crawled out from the darkness of night. The national mal

Get Some Rest : Kirk x Ill! Reader     Kirk paced the small meeting room, glancing at the door every now and then with a growing frown on his face. Spock was sitting patiently in his own chair, as were Uhura, Scotty, Chekov, and Sulu, waiting for (y/n)'s arrival. As one of the leading officers, second in command to Scotty in Engineering, she should have been there already, and she normally would be on time, if not earlier than everyone else, to something like this. They had to discuss a possible mission coming up where they would go to another planet again, and check it out. Bones technically should have been there at the meeting too, but s

Hades and Persephone: The Dark Divine Prologue    In the beginning,there were three brothers. These brothers were gods, each who possessed a certain part of the world. Zeus was crowned king of all gods and goddesses, and was also deemed god of the skies; Posiedon was given the seas and was made god of horses and oceans. Hades, the eldest brother, was sentenced to rule the Underworld as Master of Death and judge of souls. His brothers and sisters all resided on top of Mount Olympus, enjoying watching the humans and occasionally messing with their lives for sport. They each were married and lived in happiness together.