Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live

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Illium

Miranda's father, or rather genetic donor, Henry Lawson, was a certified dirtbag. Not only did he create Miranda and her genetic twin for his perfect dynasty, but he was also knee-deep in crime.

Shepard would bring down Henry Lawson, but for now, there were more important matters.

The location of Miranda's sister was discovered by their father.

Miranda had made arrangements to have her sister and her adopted family moved out of Illium with the help of someone named Niket, but mercs were swarming the area, and they had just opened fire on the taxi he was using.

"Since you are not firing, I trust you know who I am." Miranda asked the leader of the mercs. The man had a cocky look on his face, so assured of his chances.

"Yeah. They said you'd be in the car. You're the bitch that kidnapped our boss' little girl." Going by what the merc claimed, Henry Lawson was acting like a father trying to find his long-lost daughter.

"Did they tell you I was going to be in that car too?" Shepard glared at the merc, who quivered in his boots.

"Oh, fuck."

"Take your men and get the fuck out of here, or I am going to declare war on Eclipse as a whole."

The mercenary captain weighed his options, looking around wildly before running away. Seeing their commander gone, the rest of the mercs did not hang around.

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Without facing any resistance, Shepard, Samara, and Miranda moved quickly to find Orianna and her family, coming across Niket in the process, who was working with Captain Enyala, the leader of the mercs in here.

"This should be fun." The asari captain pointed her shotgun at the team before a condensed biotic energy tore through her head, leaving nothing but a bleeding stump.

"M-Miri." Niket was surprised to see Miranda here and was terrified that she had brought Commander Shepard as backup.

It did not get any worse than that.

"Niket. You sold me out." Miranda pointed her SMG at Niket, both sad and furious at the betrayal.

With the death of their captain at the hands of Shepard, the mercs ran away, seeing no victory to be had here, and he lowered his weapon. "How do you want to handle this, Miranda?"

"Why, Niket? You were my friend. You helped me get away from my father." Miranda, who preferred to keep her emotions bottled up, looked truly vulnerable now.

"Yes! Because you wanted to leave. That was your choice. But if I'd known you'd stolen a baby—" He was right about the angle Henry had chosen, and it explained why Niket had betrayed Miranda.

"I didn't steal her. I rescued her," she insisted, fully aware of the dark reality concealed behind Henry Lawson's public persona.

"From a life of wealth and happiness? You weren't saving her. You were getting back at your father."

The following heated conversation was on how and why Niket had sold Miranda out and what to do with Orianna now that Niket knew everything.

Miranda wanted to kill Niket to tie any loose ends, but seeing how miserable she was, Shepard stopped her.

"Listen, Henry is going to die, and if you don't stay away from Orianna, so will you. Seeing as you helped Miranda before, I am letting you go this time." Shepard only offered to spare Niket because Miranda could not handle the situation with a clear head and might do something regrettable.

"Thank you, I swear you won't hear from me again."

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"I can't believe Niket sold me out. I didn't even see it coming." Miranda lamented while they were on the elevator. Samara had chosen to stand aside, preferring to let Shepard handle the issue.

"Betrayal never comes from the enemy." Shepard responded, but it did not seem to help Miranda.

"I let it get personal and screwed up."

"Miranda, that is life. It has its ups and downs, twists and turns. There will be loyal friends, just as there will be traitors, and it will hurt, but that doesn't mean you are not allowed to make mistakes. What you can do is to learn and move forward." His words got through this time, and Miranda took a deep breath to calm down.

"You should have let me kill him."

Shepard shook his head. "You would have regretted it."

"You are right. And my father knew it. He used that against me. It's always been like this. My father gave me anything I ever wanted, but there was always a hook, an angle for his long-term plan. I threw away everything he ever gave me when I ran. Except Niket. Weakness on my part." Trust was not a weakness but an endeavor in finding the correct people to confide in.

Just because the glass broke once does not mean you have to stop drinking water.

"Safety must not come at the price of cowering in fear."

"It's okay, Shepard. My father hurt me, but he didn't break me. As much as he tried to turn me into what he wanted… I'm my own person." The whole situation had left an acrid taste in Miranda's mouth, but she would not let her past control her.

"Good. Any other old friends we might have to worry about?"

"No. I cut ties with everyone else. Anyone I'm close to now works for Cerberus… or you. My father's powerful, but he won't cross you or the Illusive Man." Miranda may not agree with some of Shepard's methods, but his results could not be argued against.

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"Go talk to her." Shepard ordered Miranda, who watched her sister with a forlorn look. She, with the help of Cerberus, had prepared a new life for the family, away from Illium and Henry Lawson.

"But…" Miranda hesitated, unwilling to disturb her sister's life, while in reality, she was just afraid of how it would go.

"No buts. Orianna deserves to know she has a sister watching out for her. Now go."

"Yes, thank you."

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The conversation between the siblings had apparently gone well, and Miranda even learned a thing or two about Orianna while Shepard was busy returning a medallion to an asari who had lost a memento from her mate.

Oriana had even sent him a message, apparently having found his address from an information broker—Shepard hoped it was Liara; otherwise, there was going to be a purge across the galaxy—thanking him for his help and leaving a note telling Miranda to not go through Shepard's messages.

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Ismar Frontier

Faia

Zorya

From the very first moment Zaeed uttered Vido Santiago's name, Shepard knew it was personal.

"Tapping into Blue Suns communications. Stay tight and look out for ambushes." That was not a simple thing to do unless you were an AI or very experienced with the enemy encryptions.

This was definitely more than just a contract to Zaeed.

"Squad Bravo, a shuttle landed near your location. Check it out." The Blue Suns commander ordered with a voice that sounded like the result of a very dry throat.

"Here we go. Keep close."

Corpses were found ahead, and they definitely didn't look like soldiers or mercs. "Shot in the back and left to rot. That's definitely Vido's style. Let's push ahead."

With mechs, flamethrowers, and rocket launchers, the Blue Suns did not pull their punches.

Not that it meant much against laser weapons.

"This is Commander Santiago. If any of you retreat while the intruders are alive, I'll kill you myself. Now get the hell back out there." So that voice belonged to Vido.

"Vido. Sounds like he hasn't changed." Zaeed looked to be getting angrier with each step towards the refinery, and before things escalated out of control, Shepard decided to have a talk with his teammate while Kasumi handled the bridge.

"How personal is this?"

"When we started the Blue Suns, I knew Vigo was a sadistic little bastard. The Suns only got meaner after he staged his little coup twenty years ago. So, yeah, really personal." Shepard did not really delve into the histories of mercenary groups, more concerned about ensuring they did not have a future, but learning Zaeed was a founder of the Blue Suns was an eye-opener.

Shepard walked up to Zaeed, looking him dead in the eyes. "Next time, don't keep vital information from me, Zaeed." It was one thing to have a personal life; it was another to keep information that may affect a mission.

"Understood." Zaeed conceded.

"One other thing. This is a fuel refinery, meaning you'll let me handle this. After that, you can do whatever you want to Vido; I don't really care." Laser weapons plus highly flammable fuel meant that there wouldn't be a refinery left if Zaeed was allowed to run amok.

"If it's you, fine."

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"Zaeed Massani, you finally tracked me down." Vido greeted them at the catwalk on the entrance, looking down at the team while his men took position.

Santiago was quick to scurry back upon seeing who Zaeed had brought with him. "Fucking hell. Shepard?! What the hell are you doing here?"

The situation had just turned into a disaster.

"Helping him get revenge." That had the mercs looking to the exit, because this was a battle they could not win.

There was enough fear among the Blue Suns that this situation could be resolved without a shootout in a refinery. "Hey, dumbasses, here is an offer for you. Hand Santiago over, release the prisoners, and leave the refinery, and I'll let you go in one piece. Otherwise, I am going to barbecue you, and there is more than enough fuel for everyone." Shepard threatened the mercs.

Without even weighing the offer, the Blue Suns mercenaries raised their weapons, not at the enemy, but at their commander.

"Don't you fucking even think…" Vido spat at his men, raising his gun in case of betrayal, but was too late. One of the mercs behind him slammed the stock of his rifle to Vido's face, sending him down the catwalk, right in front of Shepard and his team.

"Smart choice. Gather your men, leave all the valuables behind, and scram."

"Yeah, okay." Vido might be stupid enough to think about fighting Shepard, but they were not. The mercs ran away, preferring their lives over their paychecks, calling everyone in the refinery to leave as well.

Shepard nodded to Zaeed, and the veteran mercenary holstered his weapon. "All yours."

"No, wait, mercy!" Vido begged, but Zaeed advanced on him, ready to tear Santiago apart.

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"Vicious." Thane commented from the side while Zaeed kept beating Vido within an inch of his life.

"Zaeed survived having half his face blown off; I think he deserves a little bit of revenge." The mercs had loaded into the gunships used to take the refinery in the first place and abandoned the planet.

Halfway through, after most of his teeth were knocked out and he was screaming too much to speak, Vido ceased his futile cries, gurgling on his blood and convulsing on the ground.

Zaeed stomped on Vido's head, putting an end to the Commander of the Blue Suns.

"Burn in hell." The grizzly merc spat on Vido's corpse.

"Satisfied?" Shepard knew the answer was going to be a resounding no.

"No. But at least I am done with him."

Shepard shrugged. If Zaeed had closed this chapter of his life, then good for him. "Good enough. All focused and ready now?"

"Yeah, yeah, boss, just tell me what needs to die."

"Commander Shepard?! You rescued us?" Workers came running, most likely to abandon the refinery as well, though it was forgotten in an effort to get an autograph from Shepard.

"Just helping a friend finish his contract; you guys are welcome."

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Nubian Expanse

Dakka System

Prague

Shepard regularly conversed with his teammates to know the people he was fighting with.

His conversations with Jack so far showed that she was violent, not because of her power, but because she had been tortured, experimented on, and mistreated at a Cerberus facility. Her prospects after escaping Pragia were not stellar either, having drifted from one place to another, among criminals, cultists, and whatnot.

She had no one to care about except herself, and so, saw no reason not to do whatever she wanted, including an impressive list of felonies that had landed her in the Purgatory.

But now, she had discovered the location of the base where she had been kept and wanted to blow it to kingdom come.

Believing it would help soothe her scars, Shepard took Normandy to Pragia.

Twisted by time and perception, Jack's memories of the base did not always match the facts. The other children in the base—the ones she had been forced to fight in gladiator arenas, whom she had thought ignored her while Jack was banging on the glass—did not even know she was here, as it was a one-way glass.

Though, it wasn't a ghost base, as mercs on a scavenging mission had gathered in the abandoned secret site, led by Aresh Agdashloo, another child kidnapped and experimented on by Cerberus on Pragia.

He too had been haunted by the memories of his time in captivity, though his reason for returning to the base was not to destroy it. Aresh desperately wanted to see that their suffering and all the dead children were not for nothing, that the search for the perfect human biotic actually succeeded.

It was a twisted way to cope with the scars Pragia left on him, to ensure that something good came out of it.

Jack could have shot Aresh and even considered it strongly, but Shepard made her reconsider.

Aresh was stuck in the past; Jack had the chance to move forward.

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His volatile teammate spared Aresh and blew up the base, though it wasn't the end of it.

She and Miranda had gotten into a rather heated argument that quickly turned violent, and had Joker not informed him, there definitely would be blood.

Shepard found the girls with their biotics clashing and slammed a stasis on both, overpowering two of the strongest human biotics in an instant.

Surveying the damage done to the room, Shepard turned to the frozen girls.

"I am going to let you go now." He said, and released the stasis, dropping Jack and Miranda to the ground.

Just in time, Garrus handed him the item he asked for, and after the turian left, Shepard rummaged through Miranda's desk. "Here."

"My toothbrush?" Miranda took the toothbrush, wondering what Shepard wanted them to do, while miffed that he had gone through her personal belongings like that.

"Both your toothbrushes." Shepard said, handing Jack her toothbrush too.

"What the hell? Are you a dentist now?" The volatile biotic scowled, still angry.

Shepard took a step forward, and both girls froze up. "No, but you two seem to forget that we are teammates, and any disagreement that you cannot solve yourselves will be brought to me, your friend and commander. We are fighting for the survival of the whole galaxy; your spat cannot throw it into jeopardy by tearing my ship apart." He warned, watching both girls for any sign of refusal.

Miranda nodded, agreeing in her mind that their fight was unseemly, regardless of who started it. "I understand, Shepard."

Shepard turned to Jack, who kept quiet. "And you?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, boyscout." She gave in too.

"Great, now go and scrub the toilets. It will be some quality bonding time for both of you." He ordered, shocking both that they would be punished with cleaning the toilets.

"What?! I am not doing this shit." Jack looked ready to start a fight again, but Shepard just raised an eyebrow, daring her to do so.

"That wasn't a question."

"Fuck. Fine." Jack growled, leaving the office while swearing under her breath.

Sighing, Miranda followed Jack to the toilets, knowing better than to argue with Shepard while under his command. "Very well, you are the commander."

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In the next chapter:

"Shepard Commander, we wish to negotiate." An obviously synthetic and baritone voice called out as geth units stood arrayed across the room, weapons drawn but not firing.



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[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon, is 15 chapters ahead

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Valhallan Threshold

Raheel-Leyya

The Migrant Fleet

With over fifty thousand ships, the Migrant Fleet was technically the largest fleet in the galaxy, though most were civilian ships and old ones at that.

The pilgrimage, where they sent young quarians to bring back something of worth to the fleet, had been created due to the need to sustain their current way of life, as they were not able to settle on any planet.

Now, they were accusing Tali of treason.

"This is Tali'Zorah vas Neema nar Rayya requesting permission to dock with the Rayya." Tali hailed the traffic control of the Migrant Fleet, pacing around the cockpit, restless.

"Our system has your ship flagged as Cerberus. Verify." The traffic controller requested, and Tali gave a verbal code.

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

"Permission granted. Welcome home, Tali'Zorah."

"We'd like a security and quarantine team to meet us. Our ship is not clean."

"Understood. Approach exterior docking cradle 17."

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No matter the species, the decontamination process was the same but longer in the case of quarians.

Passing the checkpoint, they saw the quarian security team waiting for them, saluting their captain, who came to greet Shepard.

"Captain Shepard, it is a pleasure to meet you. I only wish it could have been under pleasant circumstances." The captain held out his hand for the human who had saved a lot of quarians from the Hegemony while it still existed.

Shepard shook the offered hand. "I'd say accusing my crew member of treason is more than just unpleasant. What are the charges?"

"They are charging Tali with bringing active geth into the Fleet as part of a secret project."

Tali stepped forward, enraged at the accusation. "That's insane. I never brought active geth aboard. I only sent parts and pieces."

"Sounds like someone screwed up, and they are looking for a scapegoat." And as the leader of the team that sent geth material, Tali was the one they were blaming.

"I can't comment on that. The trial requires that I be officially neutral, but I'm here if you need to talk." The captain offered.

Shepard turned to Tali, who looked more unsettled than before. "Who was running this secret project?"

"My father."

That was not good at all.

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"Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. I am glad you came. I could only delay them so long." An older quarian woman was waiting at the entrance to the Conclave.

"Auntie Raan." Tali's mood brightened upon seeing the woman, and she went to hug her.

"Shepard vas Normandy, this is Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay. She's a friend of my father's." Tali introduced the quarian, and Shepard nodded. If Tali called her aunty, then she was cool for him.

Confused at the way her auntie addressed her, Tali knew this would only get worse. "Wait. Raan, you called me vas Normandy."

"I'm afraid I did, Tali. The Admiralty Board moved to have you tried under that name, given your departure from the Neema."

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"This conclave is brought to order. Blessed are the ancestors who kept us alive, sustained us, and enabled us to reach this session. Keelah se'lai." Shala'Raan, who had to be neutral during a trial as a member of the Admiralty Board, would not be voting on the decision of the Conclave.

"The accused, Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, has come with her captain to defend herself against the charge of treason." Raan spoke as a formality, since everyone knew what the charges were.

"Objection. A human has no business at a hearing involving such sensitive military matters." One of the admirals objected, and Shepard rolled his eyes inside the helmet.

Here he went.

"What exactly are you going to do about it, admiral?" He asked with crossed arms.

Unable to give an answer, the admiral just groaned like an idiot. "Uhhhhh….."

"I thought so," he said, and one of the admirals coughed very pointedly.

"Shepard, as Normandy, your crew member Tali'Zorah stands accused of treason. Will you speak for her?" Raan asked, once again, for protocol.

"That is why I am here."

"Tali, you are accused of bringing active geth to the Migrant Fleet. What say you?" She laid out the charge, and it was Shepard's time to shine.

He had never lost a battle before, and this trial was just a battlefield of words and evidence.

"And why would she do that? For Tali to commit treason, she would either have to hate all of you, or the geth must have offered her material gains. Is there any proof the Admiralty Board could present for either case?" You had to be brain dead to believe someone with Tali's reputation would work with the geth, but then again, this trial was a sham.

"We have a research ship lost to the geth, one where Tali's father was working." Admiral Gerrel spoke, shocking Tali.

"What are you talking about?"

"As far as we can tell, Tali, the geth have killed everyone on the Alarei, your father included." Gerrel actually seemed sad, and Shepard guessed he and Rael might have been friends, rather than just colleagues.

"That in no way, shape, or form proves that Tali is responsible. For all we know, it was the fault of the researchers. Right now, this Conclave's priority should be to take Alarei back and destroy the geth to prevent any danger to the Migrant Fleet. The Normandy stands ready to offer assistance." Once the ship was secure, they could find out what had really happened.

"Thank you. Our strike teams have attempted to retake the ship, so far without success."

"The safest course of action would be to simply destroy the ship. But if you are looking for a break from the trial…." Koris, whom Shepard was quickly disliking, opened his mouth again.

"I'm looking for my father, you bosh'tet." Tali shouted at the admiral, who just turned his head away.

"You intend to take the Alarei from the geth? With Commander Shepard here, we can consider this matter closed. This trial will resume upon your return." Raan declared, and the Conclave was given a break for now.

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"Thank you for agreeing to take back the Alarei, Shepard. The admirals sound sure that my father is already dead, but… I don't know. We won't know anything until we get there." Shepard took Tali's hand to help her calm down.

"How are you holding up? I swear, politicians are the same everywhere, no matter what they call themselves."

"I knew this would be bad, but I guess you're never really prepared to be charged with treason."

"And my father… I don't know. He could still be alive. They don't know for certain that he is dead. I just don't know, Shepard. And I need to find out."

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A shuttle was prepared for Shepard, Tali, and Garrus, but he wanted to speak to the admirals before leaving.

To put the fear of Shepard into their hearts, of course.

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The Alarei

Boarding the research vessel, the team came across the body of a quarian in the airlock. There was nothing they could do for him, so Shepard pressed forward, Tali and Garrus following.

"Shepard-Commander, we wish to negotiate." An obviously synthetic and baritone voice called out as geth units stood arrayed across the room, weapons drawn but not firing.

They were all confused, but Garrus was the one who articulated it. "Uhh, what?"

"Are you the geth that took over this ship?" Shepard asked for confirmation while switching his pistols to microwave mode.

"Correct."

"Huh, the first time one of you clankers decided to speak to me." Intrigued at the idea of speaking to the geth, Shepard decided to see if they were actually willing to negotiate.

"Alright, lower your weapons and we'll talk." He demanded, and the geth units, communicating at the speed of light, did so at once.

"Agreed."

Not to be a spoilsport, Shepard lowered his weapons too, while Tali followed his lead with an outraged hiss. Garrus was just chuckling inside his helmet.

"What do you wish to negotiate about?"

"Safe passage to geth space." That was a reasonable request and probably the only thing the synthetics could want.

However, they were negotiating, and the geth had to offer something back. "In return for?"

"The remaining crew of the vessel Alarei will be returned, unharmed." A holo screen popped up, showing several quarians locked up in a room with geth watching over them.

"Hmmm. You didn't kill them." They had no way of knowing Shepard would come to Alarei, so the geth should have had no reason to spare the crew, at least the ones that were alive.

"Rael'Zorah, father to Tali'Zorah, Shepard-Commander's teammate and now known romantic interest according to extranet outlets. Ceasing his life signs had a high probability of drawing your attention to the geth as a whole."

Garrus, suitably convinced that the geth were serious, discreetly activated his omni-tool so everyone aboard the Normandy could watch this.

"How many of the crew are alive?" The quarians were unlikely to surrender without a fight, and Shepard had to know the details before agreeing to anything.

"Fifty-nine out of the eighty-seven original crew complement, including Rael'Zorah." Tali's breath hitched at the sight of her father on the holoscreen.

"Alright, here is how it will go down. I'll bring shuttles to take the crew to the fleet, and you'll be allowed to take the Alarei after I wipe its databases clear of everything related to the Migrant Fleet." There was no other option to allow the geth safe passage since he wouldn't be letting them on the Normandy, and seeing as the Alarei was already compromised, it would be the best vessel to sacrifice to save the crew.

"Agreed."

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"You are actually negotiating with them?" Tali's emotions were all over the place. Angry that Shepard would agree to let the geth go, relieved that her father was alive, and furious that it was his attempts to develop a weapon against the geth that had created this mess.

In the end, it boiled down to a single question. "Do you want your father alive or not?"

"Yes, but…"

"Then no buts."

"Fine." She wouldn't trust the geth, but Shepard must know what he was doing.

"The boogeyman of the galaxy for centuries, and they spared the crew of the Alarei because you actually scared the synthetics that were incapable of feeling fear." Garrus had streamed the entire conversation to the Normandy.

One of these days, he would make a holovid out of Shepard's antics.

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The Conclave

"Have you lost your mind?!" Admiral Gerrel screamed at Shepard's face.

It looked like he was the one who lost his mind after the Alarei entered FTL and left the fleet; otherwise, Shepard would have turned him to a paste on the ship's bulkhead.

"I am not one of your crew members, admiral; watch your tone." Shepard glared at the quarian admiral, who took a step back on his podium.

The Conclave as a whole was like a buzzing beehive, too angry at what Shepard had done but unable to do anything more than grumble.

"Negotiating with the geth? The synthetics that forced us out of our worlds?" Even Raan, who was a moderate compared to the others, could not help the feeling of outrage in her heart.

Looking at Tali, who wasn't happy about everything either but didn't make an issue because she had her father back.

Love interest or not, the entire quarian race had to hear this. "Because you were morons, that is why."

Garrus activated his omni-tool again.

The Conclave rose up in objection, but Shepard slammed his fist on the podium, hands glowing with biotics, and the rows of quarians sat down again, silent.

"You are insulting us now?" Admiral Koris was happier than a krogan in war, but the insult had caught him off guard.

"Yes, because you, or at least your ancestors, deserve it. When the geth stopped being VI and became sophonts, you tried to kill them, and they fought back. Had you simply treated them as equals, then the quarians would have been the strongest species in the galaxy. But no, your ancestors feared losing control over their creations, and of course, the Citadel's ban on AI played a part in it, but the thing is, the reason you are vagrants among the stars is because your ancestors were too fucking illogical." Shepard ranted. Someone had to be very frank with the quarians that the geth weren't the sole reason they were treated as pariahs across the entire galaxy.

His speech stunned the Conclave, as none before, not even one of their own, much less an alien, had spoken to the Migrant Fleet as a whole in this manner.

Raan, who did not have an answer, was desperate to control the situation before it spiraled out of control. "How can you say that?"

"How can I say that? They just negotiated with me. Do you know why? Because they knew death was a certainty if they fought me. Those are not the actions of some faulty, murderous synthetics hellbent on eradicating organic life. Now, I am not saying they are blameless; I am sure they killed innocents too, but it was the quarians who started it." With that, chaos erupted in the Conclave.

For fuck's sake, humanity had made movies about this kind of AI uprising centuries ago, even before they had the tech to make proper AIs.

"The geth opened their eyes, and your first action was to teach them violence. They just became more apt at it than the quarians."

Had the quarians embraced their creations, the galaxy would be fearing them.

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The accusation against Tali had been dropped once Rael'Zorah spoke about his experiments on the geth.

Which did not go well with the Conclave, but Rael'Zorah was too valuable to banish and had been demoted by the unanimous vote of the Admiralty Board.

Tali wasn't happy with her father either, hugging him first once he was cleared before screaming his ears off and starting to cry.

Wrapping his arm around Rael'Zorah's neck, Shepard gave him a light squeeze. "Her father or not, if she cries because of you again, I'll feed you to a krogan."

Tali's father just nodded.

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"Shepard was Normandy. You have been a true friend of the Migrant Fleet, your words notwithstanding, and we thank you for your assistance." Raan, who was doing the closing speech after a rather long break, knew it was for the best to not cause friction with Shepard by making an issue out of his words.

"You're welcome. Before I go, I have one last thing for you." Grunt was pushing a hoverboard with the quarian tablet they had taken from Hock's vault and stopped as several quarians approached it, touching perhaps the only thing they had from Rannoch.

"We recovered this from the vault of a crime lord along with several other relics. It's not Rannoch, but I am sure it would feel nice to have a solid piece of your history here with you."

"I—I don't know what to say, Commander." Raan looked at the tablet with a longing for the quarian homeworld, the same as most of the Conclave.

"Then don't say anything. I should go now." Shepard turned around, waving a hand in farewell.

Tali, after scolding her father more, returned to the Normandy so they could set sail.

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In the next chapter:

"Oh shit." Elias, who was struggling in the chair he was strapped to, stopped at seeing who entered, his threats dying on his tongue.

Shepard had a look as if he had chewed a whole lemon. "Elias Kelham."

Not good.

"C-Commander Shepard. Did I do something wrong?" For fuck's sake, what could he have done for it to piss Shepard off?



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The Citadel

Thane, the drell assassin that made more than one crew member nervous, had family issues.

As an assassin for the hanar, he had a pretty extensive list of targets neutralized, which had eventually spilled over into his family life. His wife was killed, and Thane had gone to avenge her, leaving his son, Kolyat, with his aunts.

Not having seen his son for a long time, Thane had recently learned that Kolyat had taken an assassination contract on the Citadel and requested Shepard's help to stop him before it was too late.

"Commander, how can I help you?" Bailey was at his station, working, when Shepard and a drell came out of nowhere.

"My friend here is trying to find his son. We thought you might be able to help."

Family issues.

Sometimes they were worse than most other crimes. "Should be easy. Not many drell here."

"There we go. One of my men reported a drill recently. And he was talking to Mouse. Interesting." A drell talking to a middleman like Mouse?

Trouble was afoot.

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Shepard merchandise was everywhere, more so in human space than the rest, but it was prevalent.

Toys, blankets, kitchen robots—anything his likeness could be plastered on existed out there for the consumers. Of course, he did get his royalties, earning himself a fortune every day, so there was no problem with it.

Except for the illegal VI personality thing. Not only did he not get any money from it, but they were also buggy.

An insult to him.

Shepard tapped the human speaking to his omni-tool on the shoulder. "You Mouse?"

"What do you— oh shit, Commander Shepard." The former vent rat jumped back, all color drained from his face.

Shit, he shouldn't have sold those VIs.

"And Krios? I thought you retired?" Double shit, because Krios' son had just contacted him days ago.

"What do you want with me?" Mouse just hoped Commander Shepard didn't know about the VIs.

Or that he wasn't angry about them.

Thane patted Mouse on the shoulder to ease the human. Fear was good to instill, but not to the point where it made a person unable to talk. "Be still, Mouse. You can change your pants in a moment."

"Thane's son, Kolyat. We are looking for him."

"Well, I usually wouldn't talk about the people I am working for, but if it's you, I am sure they won't be a problem." If his employers had a problem, they could take it to Shepard.

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Mouse had given them a name, Elias Kelham, an old acquaintance of Thane who had hired Kolyat.

Shepard also implored Mouse to stop selling his VI personalities, or he would take a cut, either all their credits or their lives.

Bailey, who had an agreement with Elias that Shepard didn't care enough to shoot someone, had agreed to bring him to the station before Kelham's lawyer came to bail him out.

"I don't think Elias will say no to you."

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"Oh shit." Elias, who was struggling in the chair he was strapped to, stopped at seeing who entered, his threats dying on his tongue.

Shepard had a look as if he had chewed a whole lemon. "Elias Kelham."

Not good.

"C-Commander Shepard. Did I do something wrong?" For fuck's sake, what could he have done for it to piss Shepard off?

"You hired a drell to assassinate someone. I need the target's name."

Was he protecting that damn anti-human turian?

"Will you let me go?"

Shepard let out a long, suffering sigh. "Elias, you aren't worth the time it would take me to kill you. Just give me the name; we have places to be."

That was the best thing he heard all day.

"Joram Talid. He's a turian running for Intendant of Zakera Ward."

"See? That was simple." Shepard left the room, with the drell following, and Elias decided to make a rather large donation to charity for his fortune.

"All yours, Bailey."

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Shepard was following Talid on the catwalks, while Thane lurked in the shadows.

Boy, was Talid himself annoying, speaking about how the appeasers in the Council gave humanity so much power and how he would take back the Zakera Ward.

All the while running a racketeering scheme.

"Hey, who are you? What are— Commander Shepard?!" A worker, a stock boy who was on the catwalk, interrupted Shepard.

Shepard shooed the worker away. "Keep it down, will you? I am here for something important. Get going."

"Uh, yes, sir."

The stock boy stalled him enough that Talid left, heading home now that he was done for the day, and Shepard saw Thane's son, Kolyat.

Who was trailing Talid and his krogan bodyguard to finish the job.

"I see him. Get ready." He informed Thane and moved out.

Just as Kolyat raised his weapon to shoot, Shepard pulled him with biotics, the drell yelping in surprise, while Talid turned around to see what the commotion was but saw nothing.

Shepard flicked Kolyat's pistol away and stuck the drell in stasis.

Talid wasn't even aware he had just narrowly avoided getting assassinated.

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"Kolyat." Once away from the would-be crime scene and hidden in an alley, Shepard let Kolyat go so Thane could address him.

As expected, the son was less than happy to see his father. "This—this is a joke. Now? Now you show up?"

"Your father is dying, and he is trying to make up for the past." Which was not an excuse, but the truth.

Kolyat did not take it well either. "What? So you came to get my forgiveness? So you can die in peace or something?"

"I came to grant you peace."

Thane and Kolyat's conversation went as expected. The young Drell was bitter that his father had never been in his life, or his mother's, of course, while Thane admitted that she was killed because of him.

He confessed to hunting down everyone responsible, saying that he had taken plenty of bad things out of the world and that Kolyat was the only good thing he ever added to it.

Kolyat was taken aback by learning the cause of his mother's death, and Shepard took them to the station so they could spend some time in private.

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"I ran some searches in the C-Sec database. About ten years back, a bunch of really bad people were killed. Like someone was cleaning house. The prime suspect was a drell. He was never caught." Bailey informed Shepard, and both knew who the one responsible for it was, especially after Mouse was questioned by C-Sec.

"If he wasn't caught for a decade, I doubt he would just show up in front of the precinct to surrender."

"Guess you are right." If Shepard wanted him to stop, Bailey was all too happy to oblige.

Instead, his console's screen lit up as files were uploaded to it. "Here, evidence on Joram Talid's racketeering scheme. You have my authority as a Council Spectre to arrest him. That should help you a bit."

"That makes things a lot easier for me. I just need your signature here." No one was going to question the number one Spectre of the Council.

And it would be good to put Talid behind bars after all those investigations that went nowhere.

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"Any hope for progress?" Shepard asked in the most diplomatic way possible, knowing there was a good chance that the bonds between father and son could never be fixed.

"Our problems—they aren't something I can fix with a few words. We'll keep talking and see what happens." Shepard patted Thane on the shoulder.

He was alone as a child, and the only father figure in his life was Anderson, and their relationship was excellent.

So he didn't know what to say.

"Your son was about to assassinate someone, an important figure in the ward. I don't have any sympathy for him, but the situation is what it is." An anti-human figure like Joram Talid avoiding assassination and getting arrested the same day?

The press and his voter base would have a field day with this.

"No one in the C-Sec except you knows anything about the assassination, and I doubt those outside will just come to confess. Keep this silent, help the kid find a job around here, and I'll be here if you need help with anything." Shepard offered to sweep this situation under the rug.

"Actually, there is something." Shepard's help was more than worth the trouble of making some files disappear.

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Apparently, there was a new forger on the Citadel called Fade, and he was giving the C-Sec no end of trouble. They even considered that Fade might be an ex-C-Sec officer, with the way he bypassed their systems and protocols.

It sounded like the kind of thing Garrus might be interested in, so he left Thane with Kolyat.

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Garrus had arranged a meeting with Fade, and what do you know, a volus guarded by two krogan was waiting for them.

"You are Fade?" Shepard crossed his arms, looking at the volus with a scrunched-up face.

The krogan guards run away, leaving the volus alone. "Commander Shepard and Garrus Vakarian? Oh no."

"Yes, yes. Let's skip the part where you piss in your suit and tell us where to find Fade." Usually, a Volus in a suit was a headache for the detectives because you couldn't read their facial expressions.

In this case, it was a blessing, because no one wanted to see a volus piss himself in fear.

"He's in the old factory district works out of the old prefab foundry." Harkin was dead, and he saw no point in protecting him.

Garrus nodded to Shepard. "I know the place."

"He's got a lot of mercs there, Blue Suns. Harkin thinks they're protecting him." The volus offered more, lest the duo begin to think he was being tough.

"Harkin? That moron? I guess even he has a talent for something." Garrus had always wondered how that idiot ended up being humanity's first representative as part of C-Sec.

"A corrupt cop, wonderful." Shepard hated dealing with those.

"Not really. He got fired a while ago, but he still knows the system. Helps the mercs put their people in important places now."

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Harkin was at the entrance to the old factory district and tried to run when he saw the two of them, telling his guards to stop Shepard and Garrus.

As if.

Three laser bolts crossed the distance at the speed of light; two went through the heads of the Blue Suns mercs, while the third one seared Harkin's thigh, a painful but ultimately nonlethal shot to bring him alive.

"Harkin, I thought you were an idiot; turns out you are a scumbag too."

"Working with the Blue Suns? Don't you know their founder is already dead? You are on a sinking ship, Harkin." Garrus added, chuckling as he dragged the human out.

"God fucking damn it."

"There has to be more mercs in the district, and I don't want to wait for the C-Sec. What do you say?"

"Loser pays for lunch."

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Zakera Cafe

Donnel Udina, the Human Councilor of the Citadel Council, the human at the peak of the political arena, wanted to lie down in his room and cry.

"Commander, may I ask why half of the old factory district is burning, and there are half a thousand Blue Suns corpses there?" He asked Shepard, who was having lunch with his turian friend, Garrus Vakarian.

Shepard frowned. "Only half a thousand? I must have microwaved a lot more than I thought."

Of course, Shepard focused on the wrong part of what Udina had just said.

"And I might have gone overboard with those incinerator grenades." The turian admitted, swallowing his food, which looked like some sort of beef.

"How did you make those anyway?" Shepard put down his fork, curious, and Udina was ignored.

"Ah, just a controlled fusion blast. I had a small accident while trying to replicate the micro-fusion cells and thought it might actually make a good weapon."

"Nice."

"Commander, please. This is important." Udina pleaded. The rest of his colleagues weren't happy with the damage caused to the Citadel, even if it was a part no one really used anymore, and had sent him to take the heat.

Shepard rolled his eyes. The politicians couldn't even let him eat in peace. "Here is a list of every single merc the Blue Suns managed to put into the Citadel administration to feed them intel and protect their organization."

Udina's eyes shined. There was a top-secret C-Sec investigation into the matter, and if he brought proof back, then it wouldn't look good for the rest of the Council, who had denied quite openly that there was any infiltration by hostile forces at the administrative level.

"Enjoy your lunch, commander." Udina took the files and was ready to bolt back to his skycar before Shepard snapped his fingers.

"While you are here, pick up the bill, will you, Councillor?"

"Of course." A couple hundred credits was nothing compared to the price of the information.

"I love watching politicians grow a plate to please you."

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The Normandy

Captain's Quarters

"Yes, Father, I am fine. Wait, why are you asking me that? I am not the one who almost got himself killed." Tali snapped at her father, who was being his overbearing self again.

Even though she outranked him now.

"Just take care of yourself, Father."

"Maybe spending some time as a grunt will do him good." Have the people in charge do the work of the grunts for a day, and Shepard knew it would do wonders for their attitude.

Tali lay next to him, one hand over his chest. "I hope so."

"What are we doing now, Captain?" she asked coyly.

"Go and help Liara find the Shadow Broker. He somehow found a clone of me, and I want to know how." It was inevitable for his DNA to get around, and Shepard

"Ugh, I can't imagine clones of me running around the galaxy." Tali groaned. Seeing that clone, watching as it was possessed by Harbinger, still disgusted her at how the Reapers could just violate everything sacred about life.

"I think it would be sexy, having a couple of Tali'Zorahs." Shepard winked, saying it just to tease his girlfriend.

Tali slapped his chest gently. "You wish."

However, their sweet time was ruined by EDI. "Commander, there is a message for you from Admiral Hackett."

"I'll take it on my console." Must be important, since Hackett wouldn't call him for something that was not.

"Commander, there is a bit of a situation on Earth." Boy, if Hackett had to call them all from Earth, then it must be more than a bit of a situation.

"What happened?"

"A recruit in the Marine Corps was showing extreme talent in combat, and someone had a DNA test done without permission."

Shepard groaned. Fucking hell, were they now just cloning him for fun? "Don't tell me I have another clone out there."

An image of a red-haired, green-eyed woman appeared on the screen, with the name Hailey.

"No, she is your sister, and there is a literal army of reporters trying to get the biggest headline of the decade and several people trying to kill her." And of course, Shepard fans wanted to see his sister to get an autograph, even though the young woman had no idea why she was locked up in the most secure place in the Alliance space.

This was definitely worse. "EDI, set course for Earth."

"You have a sister?" Tali asked. With how small the quarian population was, it was incomprehensible for family members to not know each other.

"The first time I am hearing about it." A clone would have been a simple problem; just shoot and forget.

He couldn't do that with a sister.

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Notes: Not sure about the sister. I found the idea interesting enough to write, but let me know what you think, and I'll decide on whether to keep it or delete it.

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In the next chapter:
"I read your file. You are good, really good, and I know you will get there eventually."

And she felt bad for it now. "Huh, high praise from someone as famous as you." Shepard's number one, and the deadliest turian in the galaxy, Garrus Vakarian wasn't just known in Omega for his deeds but across what remained of the Terminus Systems as a deadly, unstoppable force.

Garrus smirked. "Don't get used to it. Now, you wanted to play with the big guns, so let's play."




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Earth

Vila Militar

Earth. The cradle of humanity.

Where Shepard was born. And now, he has a twenty-three-year-old sister.

One whose existence he wasn't even aware of before Admiral Hackett called him.

"You have a sister and didn't tell us? Here I thought we were best friends." Garrus looked at him with sad eyes, like a puppy begging to be picked up.

All false, of course.

"Garrus, I just learned about it myself."

"What's she like?"

"No idea."

As they disembarked, General Marco, in charge of the villa, stood there with a procession to greet Shepard. "Commander Shepard, welcome back to the villa."

"Good to be back, sir."

"Come on in. We are keeping her inside for now."

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Shepard looked at his sister from the one-way mirror.

"Are we sure there is no error in the DNA test?"

"It was done multiple times in different labs to ensure that the results are conclusive undoubtedly."

"I suppose I should go and talk to her."

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Shepard took a seat, looking at the red-haired woman before her. They had a staring contest for a while, neither willing to speak, but Hailey eventually broke the ice.

"So, we are siblings. Didn't see that coming." There was news of people claiming to be related to Jonathan Shepard every other month or so, but nothing came out of it.

Until now.

"Neither did I." He never searched for his birth family, too busy with life, so this was a surprise for him too.

"You grew up in an orphanage? Huh, so they abandoned me, had you, and abandoned you too." Why even have children in the first place? Not like birth control wasn't freely available.

Hailey, who was more bitter about the missing parents, scowled. "I hope they are dead, or I am going to kill them."

"Same."

"So what now? I just wanted to join the military and build a life for myself. I don't want or expect anything from you." Older brother or not, she was too prideful to go and ask for handouts from him or anyone else.

Jonathan opened his omni-tool, showing the mass gathered outside the walls of the massive military base. "Reporters want to interview you, my fans want to see my sister, and there are plenty of people after your head. Sorry, but your life just became harder because of our relationship."

"Damn it." There went her chance at a normal life.

"Why did they even think of doing a DNA test?" He asked. What had she done to warrant it?

Hailey put her forehead on the table, groaning. "I pulled off a Shepard Maneuver."

"Which one?" Well, even if they hadn't been related, anyone who could pull off one of his maneuvers was cool in his book.

"Suborbital drop with the Mako."

"Not bad." That one was particularly tricky, because one wrong move, and you were dead.

Though most of his maneuvers were deadly if done incorrectly.

"You can stay here and continue your training. No one's stupid enough to attack the villa, but outside of it, your life's going to be tougher, especially when the Alliance throws you at whatever problem that's too difficult for the common soldiers to solve." The Alliance just had another Shepard sign up for the marines, and as he was too busy with the Reapers, Hailey would be sent to crack the toughest opposition the Alliance faced, with the expectation that she would perform as well as him.

"Or?" Hailey asked.

"I can draft you to the Normandy. No place is more secure, and you can get combat experience to qualify for N7." He held most of the N7 records, and no one else could train Hailey better than Jonathan.

"Because I'm your sister?" She was not going to accept any kind of nepotism.

Jonathan shook his head. "Because your life just got a lot harder due to a guy you never met before."

Hailey shrugged. "What the hell? Why not? You always have the most interesting things happen to you."

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"You want to take her with you?" General Marco didn't want to lose such a talented soldier, but the politics were a bitch.

"Sir, this is too much trouble for you and the villa as a whole. I'll be her mentor, and you won't have to deal with the civilians outside the premises."

"Hell, son, I can't think of a better trainer for her than you. I'll handle the paperwork."

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The Normandy

Hailey, just like everyone else aboard, had one footlocker and was quick to fill it up. She was brought to the meeting room so the crew could see her, and she could choose where to work.

"Alright, choose yourself a station. Miranda is my XO, Garrus has the forward guns, Tali is in engineering, and Jacob is the chief of armory."

"I'll take the guns." The laser weapons were being produced en masse, but mostly for the ships, and infantry weapons were slated for the active units, not trainees, even if it was for N7.

She wanted to see what Normandy's weapons pack was.

"Garrus, she is with you now. Help her with anything she needs." Perhaps Garrus was the best choice in acclimatizing Hailey to the Normandy.

"Two Shepards in one ship? I think it will eventually cause a singularity, but sure." Garrus teased, knowing that the recently acquainted siblings were feeling uncomfortable.

Shepard knew there would be no end to the turian's jokes. "Go and calibrate those guns or something, Vakarian."

"Aye aye, Commander." Garrus mock saluted before turning around and motioning for Hailey to follow.

—
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"The crew is going to look at you as if you are an exhibition." Garrus gave Hailey his first piece of advice.

Hailey gave him a dry look. "Thanks, I hadn't noticed."

"Garrus, by the way, Garrus Vakarian." He held out his hand, and Hailey took it out of courtesy.

"Hailey Malcolm."

"Malcolm?"

"What? I didn't know he was my brother, nor am I going to suddenly take his last name." Her last name didn't really mean much to her, other than that it had been the last name randomly assigned to her at the orphanage, but she wasn't going to ride on the fame of the name Shepard.

"The people are just going to call you Hailey Shepard. You will have a tough time leaving your own mark in the galaxy." To people across the galaxy, Hailey was Shepard's sister, and it would be rare for anyone to look at her as her own person.

Hailey considered decking the turian on his bony skull, but technically, he was her superior. "Any other stellar observations, Captain Obvious?"

"I read your file. You are good, really good, and I know you will get there eventually."

And she felt bad for it now. "Huh, high praise from someone as famous as you." Shepard's number one, and the deadliest turian in the galaxy, Garrus Vakarian wasn't just known in Omega for his deeds but across what remained of the Terminus Systems as a deadly, unstoppable force.

Garrus smirked. "Don't get used to it. Now, you wanted to play with the big guns, so let's play."

—
​

"Shepard, congratulations. I heard you have a sister now." TIM, just like almost everyone in the galaxy, had heard the news.

"The situation is too complicated. Let's not go there."

"As you wish."

"I am going to handle that problem in your research base; just sit tight. I mean, since almost everyone is dead, there is no reason to hurry." The dead didn't need rescuing after all.

"I can't argue with that."

"Interesting cybernetics, by the way. Where did you get them?" Shepard's instincts told him they were not your run-of-the-mill cybernetics.

"Custom-made."

"Uh huh." And he was a Prothean in disguise.

—
​

Shepard made sure to chat with his newfound sister, out of work, of course, and it was a very interesting experience.

She, unlike him, had actually searched for their parents, and while there were several names, nothing had come of them.

Which is when Hailey had decided her time could be spent better doing something else and had taken to stealing from gangs to make a living.

In fact, she had even stolen from the Reds before they underwent a rebranding.

There were predators on the street, offering her credits for sexual favors, and she had even killed a bastard who had gotten pushy.

Hailey was born in the United States, as far as she could tell anyway, and traveled all over the country by stowing away, eventually joining the marines to build herself a life, and was good enough to find herself offered a place in the Interplanetary Combatives Training.

—
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"We are going after the Shadow Broker. First of all, he somehow got a clone of me and was about to hand it over to the Collectors and has been giving Liara no end of trouble. As such, we are going to find him, nail him to a ferroslug, and shoot him at the nearest black hole. Any questions?"

"Yes, are we really going to go to all that trouble? Can't we just shoot him and call it a day?"

"Depends on my mood."

"Fair enough."

—
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Ilium

Turns out, Nyxeris was working for the Shadow Broker, and Liara had put a laser bolt through her head for that.

But she had no other lead to follow until Shepard gave him what Cerberus had on the Shadow Broker.

A friend of Liara, a drell named Feron who was helping save his, or rather the clones', body from the Collectors, has sacrificed himself to save Liara and was actually alive.

She had gone to her apartment to think, and after giving Hailey a small tour, he had followed Liara home.

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​

"What the hell is going on here?" Liara's home was turned into a freaking crime scene, with bullet holes everywhere.

The Asari at the entrance was shocked at seeing him. "Goddess, Commander Shepard?"

"Yes, what happened here?"

Another asari spoke up, a familiar face, a colleague. "Somebody tried to kill your friend, Liara."

"Tela Vasir. Haven't seen you since the day the Council had those docs check me out." Damn, it had already been that long?

"Not a surprise. You were too busy leaving the rest of us in the dust. The rachni queen, Ilos, saving the Citadel, Normandy going down in a surprise Collector attack, only for you to single-handedly take over the enemy cruiser, survive a crash, and stick yourself in a freezer."

"Then that clone of yours, and of course, finding the flagship of the Protheans and handing it over to the Council." Tela had wanted to handle this before Shepard became aware of anything, but it was too late now.

Shepard bowed to his fans. "You're welcome."

"Thank you, officer; your people are dismissed. This is Spectre business now." Unhappy as they were, the police officers left without a fuss.

"What brings you to Liara's house?" Shepard queried once the officers were out.

"The Council wants someone to keep an eye on her, discreetly, to ensure nothing happens to a friend of yours, especially one who became a highly distinguished figure." He almost felt like laughing at Tela now.

"They stuck you with babysitting duty? Damn, who did you piss off?" Shepard knew Tela was lying, as none of the Councillors would be dumb or petty enough to send one of the most accomplished Spectres to watch Liara.

She was here for something else.

He could force Tela now or wait for her secrets to unravel.

Now, they had to find where Liara had gone.

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Discovering the message Liara had left behind would be simple; the hard part was fooling Tela into leaving the house.

"Wait a second, didn't she need a ship? She must be at the docks, trying to find one."

"God damn it, I told her to wait. The Normandy just needed a short maintenance before we could leave."

"Let's just go find her."

"You go to the docks; I'll check the registry system to see if she found a ship." Tela left the house as if it was on fire, confirming that she was scheming something.

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The Dracon Trade Center

Shepard, Garrus, and Hailey headed to the Dracon Trade Center to find Sekat after listening to the conversation Liara had left in the hidden disk.

Tela was heading for the docks, unaware that she was being tracked, and they could find Liara, Benezia, and Sekat before his colleague realized what had happened.

"Shepard, there you are." He found Liara outside Sekat's office with her mother, who was armed and armored.

"Liara, Benezia, are you two alright?" They looked good enough, but he asked for confirmation.

"Yes, we made it out of the penthouse without a scratch." Liara spoke, while Benezia just nodded, not trusting her voice.

Their last meeting had been… violent.

Checking the area, Shepard motioned them to move while Garrus and Hailey acted as scouts. "I came across Tela Vasir at the crime scene."

"Vasir? Why?" A specter in her home? Either her hunt for the Shadow Broker was facing political backlash, or she was here for some other reason.

Shepard shrugged. "Probably trying to kill you."

In his line of work, it was a common occurrence, nothing to worry about.

"How could the Shadow Broker convince a Spectre to work for him?" Having a Spectre, especially one as good as Tela Vasir, under his thumb gave the Shadow Broker a weapon that he could use with impunity.

"No idea. Did you get whatever you needed from Sekat?" They could figure out why Tela was slumming it with the Shadow Broker after killing the secretive information broker.

"Yes, I need a ship now." Fortunately for her, Shepard had a stealth ship.

Shepard made for the exit, where Garrus and Hailey were waiting. "We need to go to the docks, then."

"Where Vasir is waiting." Garrus was looking forward to this fight.

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"Uhhh, Commander? Tela Vasir is here. She wants to come aboard." Joker contacted him halfway to the docks.

"Tell her to wait; I am coming to the docks. Also, tell the team to get ready; there will be action out there." Vasir must have realized that she had been fooled and wanted to check if Liara was aboard the Normandy.

"Understood."

Hailey looked at Shepard as if he had grown a second head. "You are letting her know we are coming?"

If Tela, another Spectre, was actually trying to kill Liara, she must have brought troops with her. Letting her prepare definitely wouldn't end well.

Garrus checked his rifle, switching to the beam mode and back. "Of course he is; it wouldn't be fun otherwise."

"God damn it, I just landed in the middle of a pair of nutcases." Hailey muttered to herself.

"Who is she, by the way?" Liara asked.

Illium was far enough from Earth, so perhaps she hadn't received the news yet.

"You don't know?" Shepard looked shocked, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Should I?"

"She is my sister."

Benezia turned to him sharply. "Your what?

Hailey just groaned in despair.

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In the next chapter:

"Their attacks are disorganized. They'd be more effective if they attacked all at once." Liara suggested, as she shot a rocket drone, causing it to go haywire and explode near enemy soldiers, taking two more out.

Shepard pointed to Liara, pleased with the idea. "Hmm, good idea. Garrus, see if you can ring their comms."

"Are you out of your mind? Don't do that, Vakarian." Hailey, however, decided to be a party pooper.

Shooting three guards without even looking, Shepard mockingly scolded his sister. "Hey, I am your commander; you have to do what I say."

"Not if you are acting insane." She shot back, taking cover from a rocket trooper, tossing a grenade overhead.

Garrus cut down several guards levitated by Samara as a laser beam bisected the enemy. "Shepard, your sister is whining too much. Maybe we should have brought Mordin along? He could calculate the time it takes for us to kill them all."

That earned a round of laughter, but Hailey did not find it funny. "Fuck you, birdbrain."

"Maybe later." Garrus replied cheekily.



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