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Freedom's Progress


"Shepard, there's a squad of security drones up ahead." Tali's voice crackled over the comms.

"Thanks for the warning; we'll take care of them." Jacob acknowledged Tali's warning, and just in time, assault drones flew overhead, disappearing behind the prefabs.

Moving to the prefab ahead, they faced a single LOKI, which fell apart due to the gunfire before it could even be fully activated. Through the exit door, the drones they had seen seconds ago took position to fire, but Shepard activated his omni-tool, hacking the IFF system of the drones, and they ceased fire.

Shepard pressed his earpiece. "Tali, I hacked three drones; watch out for their IFF. I am sending them after any synthetics on the way."

"Understood." There was silence for a few seconds before Tali spoke again. "Damn it. Shepard, Prazza, and his squad rushed on ahead. I told them to wait, but they wouldn't listen. They want to find Veetor and take him away before you get there."

"It's fine, they can't outpace us, we'll see you there." They weren't far away, and with the drones, Shepard and his team would proceed faster.

"We should have expected this." Miranda scowled, as if Cerberus was trustworthy in the first place.

Jacob was more positive about their prospects. "Come on, with Shepard, we'll find Veetor before them."

More assault drones were waiting for them down the catwalk, but between the drones he hacked and three biotics, they were torn apart without an issue, and his drones flew ahead once more.

"Shepard, we're almost inside the loading docks. There is a heavy mech heading towards Prazza and his squad." Tali informed them, and Shepard just sighed.

Miranda spoke again. "They did want to get to Veetor first." And if you asked Shepard, she really needed to chill the fuck out.

"Let me know when you are ready and I'll open the doors."

"Do it."

The doors opened, and Shepard could see Prazza's team running away while the YMIR was too busy with the drones he hacked, but with its shields and machine gun, the heavy mech shredded the drones and pointed its weapon at the Quarians.

Shepard launched himself right on top of the heavy mech with a biotic charge, holding onto its head with one arm before activating his omni-blade, stabbing the mech right through its eye, twisting the blade to deal as much damage as possible, and summersaulting away as the heavy mech fell and exploded right at his back.

Prazza and his squad were looking at him with unreadable gazes, owing to their helmets.

Raising the Quarians to the air with his biotics, Shepard pulled the trio towards himself and squeezed his fist, and his biotics did the same to the three idiots.

"Next time you three cross me, Tali or not, I'll kill you myself, are we clear?"

"Yes." Prazza grunted, and his teammates followed suit, nodding frantically.

"Great." Shepard tossed them aside like rags.

Ignoring the Quarians, Shepard and his team moved to the security control room, opening the door to find Veetor mumbling to himself.

"Monsters are coming back. Mechs will protect. Safe from swarms. Have to hide. No monsters. No swarms. No-no-no-no."

"Veetor?"

The injured Quarian kept mumbling, too lost in his own mind to respond to Shepard. "No, Veetor. Not here. Swarms can't find. Monsters are coming. Have to hide.

Scanning the Quarian's vitals, which included a fever and a spreading infection that must be adding to his delirious state, Shepard shut down the security system, and Veetor stopped, confused, before turning to Shepard.

Getting up from where he was sitting, Veetor approached Shepard. "You're human. Where did you hide? How come they didn't find you?"

"Do you mean the Collectors?" He asked to be sure.

Veetor shrugged, sounding confused and still scared. "I … don't know. They were monsters. The swarms. They took everyone."

"We just arrived at the colony to find answers; we weren't hiding."

"You don't know. You didn't see. But I see everything." Veetor turned back to the console, pressing buttons and playing the security footage, with the Collectors gathering humans inside pods, just like the one he had slept in for two years, with the same swarms flying around.

"Looks like security footage. He must've pieced it together manually." Miranda's grasp of the obvious was on par with Kaidan's.

"So it is the Collectors. But how did they neutralize the entire colony?" Jacob knew the enigmatic aliens had advanced tech but struggled to imagine anything that wouldn't leave a single trace behind.

"The seeker swarms. No one can hide. The seekers find you. Freeze you. Then the monsters take you away." Veetor explained, arranging the screens to show the bugs, the exact kind Shepard had destroyed by hundreds in the Collector cruiser.

Questioning Veetor about what else he had seen regarding the swarms and how he had evaded them in the first place, Shepard at least learned something new out of this investigation.

Veetor suddenly walked to Shepard and grabbed him by the arms. "You're Shepard, right? You kill monsters. Will you kill them too?"

Shepard gently pried the Quarian's arms off. "Oh yes, every single one, so you don't have to worry."

Having calmed down with Shepard's assurance, Veetor nodded and activated his omni-tool, passing data to Shepard. "Here. I studied them. The monsters. The swarms. I recorded them with my omni-tool. Lots of readings. Electromagnetic. Dark energy. Maybe it can help you."

The readings were detailed and might just come in handy. "Thank you, Veetor; you were very helpful."

"We should get this data to the Illusive Man. Grab the Quarian and call the shuttle to come pick us up." Miranda opened her mouth again, and Shepard wondered if her catsuit was too tight and blocking blood flow to her brain.

"Miranda, he is sick; I already have the data, and I faced the Collectors firsthand. Why do you think he might know more than this and keep it to himself?"

"I…"

"Yeah, look. Half the time you act intelligent, and the other half like a total idiot who doesn't think before speaking. Make up your mind, or I am just going to send you back to the Illusive Man for someone more competent." One more stupid comment, and he would boot her off the ship.

"I understand, Commander." Miranda nodded, and Jacob seemed to be trying to contain his laughter, much to her irritation.

Tali finally arrived, having torn a new one to Prazza and his squad. "Shepard, there you are. How is he?"

"Running a fever and an infection. He had lots of data on the Collectors, and I already took it. It's best if you take him to the fleet for medical assistance."

Tali nodded. She had enough of this colony and was happy to leave. "Thank you, and again, I am sorry about Prazza."

Shepard shrugged, seeing no reason for her to apologize. "Don't be; it's not like there is a cure for stupidity."

"Good luck out there. If I find anything that can help you, I'll let you know."

"Thanks, Tali."

"We're ready for pickup." Jacob called the shuttle, and they left the colony.

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Shepard was standing inside the QEC scanner once again, to talk to the Illusive Man.

"Shepard, good work on Freedom's Progress." Tim took a drag from his cigarette before continuing. "With your previous engagement with the Collectors and the data the Quarians took from the Collectors, we at least know how they operate now. You and I might have different methods, but I can't argue with your results."

"Right, with the confirmation it is them, I am going to need a ship capable of going through the Omega 4 Relay and putting the Collectors down." Intelligence on the Collectors was limited, and the Council mostly considered them rumors, not worthy of their attention.

The Illusive Man took another drag. "I have no doubt whatsoever that you can single-handedly do that, but I prepared these dossiers, consisting of some of the best soldiers, scientists, and mercenaries across the galaxy. Finding them and convincing them to work with you would be challenging, but you are Commander Jonathan Shepard. I'll continue to track the Collectors. When they make their next appearance, I'll notify you and your team, should you choose to recruit them."

If the man that was evading the Alliance for years thought they were good, then he would at least take a look. "More hands can't hurt; I'll see about the dossiers."

"Good. First, head to Omega and find Mordin Solus. He's a brilliant Salarian scientist, and between you two, I am sure a solution for the swarms could be discovered quickly." Without a way to defend themselves against the swarms, a meaningful assault on the Collectors was out of the question.

"And the other thing?"

"I found a pilot you might like. I hear he's one of the best."

The QEC shut down, and Shepard turned around to see a familiar face. "Hey Commander. Just like old times, huh?"

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"I figured it was you the moment he said 'one of the best.'"

"Thanks, Commander. But where were you, exactly? The Cerberus cronies wouldn't tell me anything." Joker knew Shepard wasn't dead but didn't know anything else.

Shepard explained the circumstances behind his survival and eventual cooperation with Cerberus.

Joker snorted. "Figures, even a cruiser wouldn't be able to kill you." He remembered sitting there in the pod, having broken his hand punching the glass, only to see the Collector cruiser explode, knowing Shepard could be the only one responsible for it.

"Yeah, how did you get here anyway?" It was smart on the Illusive Man's side to bring Shepard's old teammates together to create an environment where he would be comfortable.

"It all fell apart without you, Commander. Everything you stirred up, the Council just wanted it gone. The team was broken up, records sealed, and I was grounded. The Alliance took away the one thing that mattered to me. Hell yeah, I joined Cerberus." Joker sounded bitter, and Shepard honestly couldn't blame him.

"Don't worry, as soon as I am back at Citadel, I am going to set them all straight." However, he could, and would, blame the Council and the Alliance.

His pilot grinned, knowing it was going to be an epic showdown. "Let me know the exact date so I can bring popcorn and drinks."

"Do you really trust the Illusive Man?" This was actually a stellar opportunity for him to infiltrate Cerberus and find the Illusive Man, after figuring out how to track the QEC, of course.

Joker snorted. "I don't trust anyone who makes more than I do. But they aren't all bad, or at least they are lucky. They found you, let me fly, and there's this. They only told me last night." The lights inside the hangar bay lit up one by one, and Shepard could finally see the inside.

Inside was a frigate, built exactly like the Normandy on the outside but larger and in Cerberus colors, with Normandy SR-2 painted on the hull.

"It's good to be home, huh, Commander?" Joker was grateful for the chance to be in a pilot seat, and in a more advanced Normandy, no less.

"She looks perfect." Now if only Cerberus didn't want to advertise that he was working with them by painting their logo on the hull.

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The hangar doors slowly opened, and the void greeted Normandy once again. The engines lit up, pre-flight checks were done, and Shepard was ready to save the galaxy again as the ship entered FTL.

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Shepard inspected the ship, a genuine smile eventually making its way to his face.

"Welcome aboard the new Normandy, Commander." Jacob gestured to the brand-new interiors, though they could use some lighting.

"Thanks, Jacob."

"I've been looking over the dossiers. If you intend to recruit those people, I highly suggest starting with Mordin Solus, the Salarian professor on Omega. We'll need his help to devise a countermeasure against the Seeker Swarms." Shepard nodded.

Miranda seemed to be on her intelligent streak again.

"Exactly my thoughts."

"Acquiring Professor Solus seems like the most logical place to start."

Shepard looked at the intercom where the synthetic voice came from. "An AI? Interesting."

Jacob and Miranda looked at each other before he asked what was on their mind. "How did you guess?"

"Simulated emotional inflections in a synthetic voice, and since I didn't ask anything of the VI, there should have been no reason for that answer." Knowing Cerberus and how unnecessarily dangerous they liked to play with these things, Shepard knew something would come out of this.

The AI's avatar appeared behind him in a blink, and it looked like a blue holographic mushroom. "Indeed, Commander. I am the Normandy's artificial intelligence. The crew like to refer to me as EDI."

"And what is your purpose in this ship?" What made Cerberus feel the need for an AI?

"I operate electronic warfare and cyber warfare suites during combat. Beyond that, I cannot interface with the ship's systems. I observe and offer analysis and advice. Nothing more." And just as she appeared, EDI disappeared once again.

He would deal with any problems that would surface later. "Is the crew ready?"

"Yes, they are at their stations, waiting for orders, and speaking of stations, Jacob and I should return to ours."

"Final preparations for takeoff are complete, Commander. When you're ready to go, just pick a destination from the galaxy map in the CIC and I'll plot a course." Joker's voice came over the comms, and Shepard felt home once again.

"Commander, come find us if you have any questions." Miranda nodded and left, while Jacob saluted, which Shepard returned, and stepped up to the CIC.




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"What the?!" The driver got out, observing the area with frightened eyes.

Most of the walls were covered in blood, painting a canvas of a massacre, and there were no living mercs in sight.

From the corner ahead, something, a Krogan, came crawling out, and just in time, a tall figure turned the corner as well, firing a single shot.

Shepard bent his head to the side, and the laser bolt went through the window of the shuttle.

"Archangel?! You three, do something!" The Batarian shouted, scrambling to pull out his weapon, but it slipped from his trembling hands.

Shepard rolled his eyes inside the helmet and shot the merc through the head with a single laser bolt.

"That's no way to greet your friend, Garrus." Shepard took his helmet off, with Garrus following.





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Normandy

En Route to Omega


The first Cerberus crew member he met after Jacob and Miranda was Yeoman Kelly Chambers, assigned as his administrative assistant.

Which meant a spy, of course.

He had to give it to the Illusive Man. Chambers was the perfect choice because her innocence and love for all living things were genuine, which gave her a naive appearance.

Joker, on the other hand, was ecstatic about having another Normandy to pilot.

"Can you believe this, Commander? It's my baby, better than new. It fits me like a glove." Joker said as he turned his seat around. "And leather seats! The military may set the hardware standard, but on a first-gen frigate they could care less if the seats breathe. Civilian sector comfort by design."

"Reproduction is not intended to be perfect, Mr. Moreau. Seamless improvements were made." EDI popped up to inform the pilot, and Joker rolled his eyes.

"And there's the downside. I liked the Normandy when she was beautiful and quiet. Now she's got this thing I don't want to talk about. It's like ship cancer." Joker said it with such hatred. Shepard wondered if the AI had done something to incur it, or maybe his pilot didn't like having anyone else in the cockpit.

Shepard grinned. It was fun to see someone get under Joker's skin like that. "Feel free to leave, Joker; it's not like we are with the Alliance."

"Hell no. The last two years sucked, and I'll take what I can get. Even if an AI is spying on us, no way they'll invest this much just to screw us over. It'll be better than the old days."

"Can't be worse than being stuck in a freezer for two years."

"That's the attitude."

Their conversation continued, with Shepard asking Joker's thoughts on their new crew and EDI, while also questioning the AI in depth.

Jacob was the dictionary definition of a good guy, responsible and happy to do the right thing, while Miranda had a cold, tough exterior to keep people out.

From Jacob's accounts, the two had met when they stopped a Batarian terror attack on the Citadel.

Fucking Batarians.

The mess sergeant of the Normandy, Gardner, had requested high-end ingredients to cook better meals than what could be achieved with military rations.

Shepard had also made it known how much he valued hygiene.

Another face he was happy to see was Doctor Chakwas.

"Commander Shepard. We all feared the worst when Normandy crumbled with you flung to space, but as expected, even the cold grip of vacuum cannot kill you." Chakwas greeted Shepard, finally having laid eyes on him.

"Good to see you too, Doctor. How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're back. I must say, reading the report on how you survived, it was pure genius."

"Thanks, doc."

Chakwas had a more stern stance on Cerberus, saying she wasn't working for the organization but for Shepard himself.

It was good to have her back.

His engineers, Daniels and Donnelly, were interesting people, with Donnelly being a more laid-back person who didn't hang up on rank and structure, while Daniels was the opposite.

They ended up working with Cerberus after Donnelly made some people very displeased by defending Shepard publicly. The Illusive Man had made them an offer after that, and the duo ended up in Normandy.

Shepard also listened to their troubles and promised to look for the coupling they wanted.

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Shepard rolled his eyes as he read the e-mails sent to him by Anderson and Admiral Hackett.

Not only did the Alliance not bother to collect Normandy's remains, but Anderson also wrote on how things had changed after his disappearance.

Wonderful.

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Omega

The first thing to greet the team as they docked on the evil counterpart of the Citadel, or rather, the less gilded and more honest version of it, was a Salarian who looked to be high on something, only to be chased off by a Batarian.

"Blasted scavengers. Welcome to Omega… Shepard." The Batarian said his name as if Shepard's identity was some great secret.

"How surprising you know me." Shepard replied with sarcasm, and the Batarian rolled all four of his eyes.

"Aria is curious as to what a dead Spectre is doing on her station. She wants to see you at your earliest convenience."

"Sure, why not?"

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Life was full of irony.

For example, Shepard had staved off death by putting himself in stasis, and now he was walking to Afterlife.

Aria's club.

Walking through the nightclub where everyone let their worries fade between the drinks, the eardrum-shattering music, and drugs, Shepard steadily walked up to where the Queen of Omega was standing up to look down on her subjects.

"That's far enough." Aria warned, and her guards were alerted.

Shepard blinked at the guards pointing weapons at him and his crew. "Tell them to put those down before I kill everyone here."

"Shit, he's the real one." The Batarian scanning him spoke, and the guards were suddenly nervous. They looked at Aria for orders and holstered their weapons when she nodded.

"We can't be too careful with a dead Spectre. It could have been anyone wearing your face."

Wasn't that a dreadful thought, someone with his face going around the galaxy? "Your diligence is noted. So what do you want?" Shepard took a seat across from Aria.

"I am wondering what brought the most dangerous person in the galaxy to my station." Considering years ago the Alliance almost started an assault on Omega, with Shepard as the spearhead.

Fortunately for Aria, he wasn't here for that. "Heard a friend of mine is here, and I also need to find Doctor Solus."

"The Salarian doctor? Last I heard he was trying to help plague victims in the quarantine zone." Aria smiled. "I always liked Mordin. He's as likely to heal you as he is to shoot you."

So he needed to get to the quarantine zone.

"As for Garrus Vakarian, half of Omega is after him for his laser weapon and the bounty on his head. The local merc groups are recruiting anyone with a gun to take him down."

Pissing off mercs sounded right up Garrus' alley.

"Noted. I'll try to leave your station as quickly as possible."

"Appreciated." Aria nodded, and Shepard left the booth.

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Dr. Solus would have to wait while Shepard went to see what kind of trouble Garrus landed himself in.

Putting his helmet on, Shepard approached the Blue Suns mercs recruiter, who guided them inside a room.

"Who's next?" The Batarian asked, lifting his head from the computer for a moment.

"You three look like you could do some damage. Looking for a fight?" He asked, still typing away.

"Absolutely." Shepard replied.

"The standard fee is 500 credits each. You get paid when the job's done. If you die, your friends don't collect your share. You'll need your own weapons and armor." The Batarian raised his eyes from the computer to take a good look at Shepard and his team. "Looks like you got that covered."

"And no, this does not make you a member of the Blue Suns, Eclipse, or the Blood Pack. You are a freelancer. Period. Any questions?" Batarian finished, and from the way he looked and talked, Shepard guessed a lot of idiots asked the question he just answered.

"No, we are ready to go."

"Just head over to the transport depot outside the club. One of our boys will take you from there." Shepard nodded, ready to go and find Garrus, only for a dumbass kid to enter the room, looking to sign up.

Shepard was stuck between letting natural selection do its job and stopping the teenager from doing something stupid.

His good nature won in the end, and Shepard broke the kid's gun to stop him from joining the mercs.

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"We're on the mission." Shepard told the Blue Suns driver leaning on the shuttle.

"I hope you're ready. Archangel's been annihilating you freelancers." The Batarian warned them, and Shepard smiled inside his helmet.

Good for Garrus.

"Archangel?" He did read the new nickname Garrus had picked, but the reason behind it wasn't in the dossier.

The Batarian snarled. "Yeah, some humans started calling Vakarian that, and it stuck. Now it has spread to everyone else."

"Let's go then."

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The Blue Suns driver flew the team to where the mercs had set up a base right across from where Garrus had holed up with his team.

But something was very wrong.

The entire base was covered in explosion marks and remains of corpses, with limbs and other fleshy bits everywhere.

"What the?!" The driver got out, observing the area with frightened eyes.

Most of the walls were covered in blood, painting a canvas of a massacre, and there were no living mercs in sight.

From the corner ahead, something, a Krogan, came crawling out, and just in time, a tall figure turned the corner as well, firing a single shot.

Shepard bent his head to the side, and the laser bolt went through the window of the shuttle.

"Archangel?! You three, do something!" The Batarian shouted, scrambling to pull out his weapon, but it slipped from his trembling hands.

Shepard rolled his eyes inside the helmet and shot the merc through the head with a single laser bolt.

"That's no way to greet your friend, Garrus." Shepard took his helmet off, with Garrus following.

Garrus shrugged, grasping Shepard's arm for the bro hug. "Sorry about that; just wanted to make sure it was you."

"With a laser bolt?" Even Shepard had not thought to greet a friend like that.

"Please, who else but you could have avoided that?"

Shepard grinned. "Nice to see you too, buddy, but what the hell happened here?" It looked like the basement of a horror movie villain.

"Oh, nothing. I just took your words about infiltration and explosives to heart." Garrus said so innocently, you would think he didn't just wipe out three of the most successful gangs from Omega.

"Damn good job."

"Ah, before I forget." Garrus walked up to the Krogan who had propped himself on a wall and raised the laser rifle.

"Any last words, Garm?"

Garm just growled, and Garrus shrugged, putting a hole through the Krogan's head and killing the leader of the Blood Pack.

"Come out, guys."

Twelve people surrounded them in an instant, having appeared out of corners and from behind crates, and one even dropped out of the ventilation shaft.

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Having gotten tired of the Council's bullshit following Shepard's death, Garrus had decided to strike out on his own and moved to Omega with a team to enforce their own version of justice in this hole of crime.

Eventually their operations against the mercs got to the point where the Blue Suns, the Eclipse, and the Blood Pack banded together to kill him and his team.

Deciding against an all-out battle to avoid casualties, Garrus had drawn the mercs to the Kima District, which led them to believe the Archangel was on the back foot.

Taking a page from Shepard's book, Garrus sneaked out of the base and disguised himself as a freelancer to infiltrate the mercs and set up anti-personnel explosives all over the base.

With one push of a button, the battle was over.

"What about you, Shepard? Where have you been? Unless you crawled your way out of the afterlife?" Garrus asked, and knowing Shepard, he might have actually fought his way back to life, just out of sheer spite.

Shepard chuckled and explained his situation right down to how he ended up with Cerberus.

"Figures you wouldn't die. Sorry we couldn't find you ourselves." Garrus apologized, his head hung low. He had gone to search for Shepard but ultimately came up empty.

"It's fine; there's nothing you could have done about it." Even Cerberus had discovered him by sheer luck.

"So what brings you to Omega?" Where Shepard went, so did action, though hopefully his friend was here for a less violent purpose.

It would be a shame if Omega got destroyed right after Garrus and his team cleared out the gangs.

"I am after the Collectors, and I came here to see if you were up to it."

Garrus patted Shepard on the shoulder. "Of course I am; just let me set these guys up, and we'll be ready to go."

Shepard smiled.

At least things were looking good now.



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The trio fought their way to the control room, killing waves of Vorcha, with the occasional Krogan.

"You no come here. We shut down machines and break fans. Everyone chokes and dies. Then Collectors make us strong." The Vorcha spoke with that gravelly voice of his, and Shepard considered asking why but decided he didn't want to hear this barely evolved tree bark talk and shot him right in the middle of his ugly forehead.

The Vorcha opened fire at seeing one of their own die, and the team took cover.

Shepard whistled, getting Miranda and Jacob's attention, and slid his pistols to them.

Activating his anti-gravity suit, Shepard leaped up and used his biotics to slam both feet right into the head of a Vorcha carrying a rocket launcher, killing it and taking the weapon, while Miranda and Jacob made quick work of the rest.




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Omega


Shepard left Garrus so the Turian could prepare his team while he dealt with the plague and recruited Professor Mordin Solus.

The district guard in front of the entrance to the quarantine zone allowed Shepard to pass after seeing who it was, and the guards inside did not stop the team, though one warned them that the Blue Suns, at least whatever remained, and the Vorcha were shooting anything that moved.

The Turian's warnings were valid, as two Blue Suns troopers regarded them as hostile and got ready to open fire. Two simultaneous laser bolts left smoking holes in their heads.

Near where the fresh corpses of the Blue Suns lay, Shepard noticed a wounded Batarian whose eyes widened.

"Shepard. Bad enough you humans infected us with this plague; now the Demon himself is here." The sick Batarian laughed in despair, but it was short-lived as he quickly succumbed to a fit of coughing.

Shepard rolled his eyes. "Don't be an idiot. I don't need a plague to kill everyone in this station."

The Batarian opened his mouth to refute, but it made sense that this human in particular wouldn't need a bioweapon for a slaughter. "That's …. true."

"I am looking for Mordin Solus."

"Huh, humans looking for the human sympathizer. I hope the Vorcha burn Mordin and his clinic to the ground."

Shepard sighed as the Batarian's state deteriorated too much to even speak without coughing after every word and slapped some medi-gel on him.

The Batarian slowly got up, his vitals stabilizing for a while with the medi-gel. "You helped me, why?"

"Because we are not responsible for this plague, and I am going to fix it. Now, where do I find Mordin Solus?" Shepard reiterated his question, half considering just going and searching the place.

"He has a clinic on the far side of the district. He's taking in refugees. Offering to help those infected with the plague. I was afraid to go to him before. He's dangerous. But perhaps he can help." Now that he was not on the edge of death, the four-eyed alien was willing to speak.

"What makes Mordin worse than dying from the plague?" Mordin's dossier didn't include much, as most of his work for the STG was confidential. Hearing his exploits, Shepard began to like him.

"The Blue Suns tried to press him for protection money. He killed them. Stunned them with some kind of toxin, then gunned them down. He's not just a doctor. Doctors don't execute people and display the bodies as a warning."

"Hmm. I'll find Mordin and send someone to help you if he has a cure for the plague."

"Being saved by the Demon, the universe has a sick sense of humor, but thank you. My time is running short, but at least you have given me a flicker of hope to brighten the darkness of my final hours." The Batarian coughed a couple of times, and Shepard checked the area, opening a locked house for the four-eyed alien to hide in.

"I don't want to die. Whatever Mordin is, I will risk it if he can reach me."

For a while, the team only encountered corpses of the victims of the plague, until they stumbled on a Blue Suns checkpoint.

On Shepard's count, three singularities raced to cover the mercs were using and pulled them up, making the troopers into easy targets for Shepard.

"You know, Commander, I am beginning to feel kind of useless here. Any chance I could get a laser gun too?" Jacob asked.

"Not the time, Jacob."

After clearing out the remaining mercs, Shepard and co. came across two humans hiding inside an apartment, who told them the same thing as the Batarian.

The Vorcha were taking over the Blue Suns territory, and there were a lot of them.

So far Shepard had only seen pictures of the Vorcha, but he was beginning to understand why they were seen as pests.

Fortunately, he was excellent at pest control.

Shepard suggested the humans go to Mordin's clinic by following the path Shepard and his team would clear out.

Out of the apartment and further down the district, Shepard had his first live sighting of a Vorcha.

They were uglier in real life.

Shooting the Blue Suns first, Shepard holstered his pistols and launched himself to where the Vorcha were taking cover.

The shockwave of his biotic charge sent the Vorcha and the Varren flying away. Ignoring the ugly space dog, Shepard stomped the nearest Vorcha on the neck, almost separating the head from the body, and shot the Varren before doing the same to the other alien.

The Vorcha corpse exploded when its flamethrower burned the fuel tank.

Throwing the rest of the Vorcha away with his biotics, Shepard switched his pistols to microwave mode, burning the resilient aliens to a crisp.

Miranda and Jacob had reached him, taking cover as more Vorcha appeared, led by two Krogans.

"Get down!" Shepard ordered as he jumped over barricades after throwing his laser grid grenade.

It felt so good to have his weapons back.

The usual hum of the grenade faded away, leaving only sliced and seared remains behind.

"You are right, Jacob. I am feeling quite useless too." Miranda muttered. Perhaps there wasn't even a need for a team if Shepard was going to kill everyone himself.

"Don't worry, you'll learn how to catch up to me."

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Two human looters, who began to debate whether or not Shepard was the real deal, were gunned down in the middle of their untimely discussion.

He didn't like looters.

After that little mishap, Shepard finally reached the clinic. Entering inside, he picked up several recently healed victims talking about how Mordin had saved their lives.

He was beginning to really like this Salarian.

"Professor, we're running low on cipoxidin." A voice came from the next room.

They had finally found Mordin Solus.

"Use malanarin. Plenty on hand. Almost as good. Causes cramps in Batarians. Supplement with butemerol." A hyperactive voice responded in short sentences.

"Malanarin and butemerol. Got it."

Now the professor started muttering to himself, brainstorming ideas at a speed only a Salarian would be capable of. "Cenozine is the catalyst. Bonds to genetic markers. Hard to find. Expensive to mass produce. Why not heplacore? Too unstable. Inconsistent results. Demozane better option. No. Demozane toxic to humans. Not an option. Not an option."

"Professor Solus? I am a fan." Shepard greeted the Salarian, who got over the shock of seeing the dead legend alive really fast.

Mordin didn't even bother to ask questions before he started talking to himself. "Commander Shepard? Not dead. A pleasant surprise. Here for why, though? Vorcha? Unlikely. Vorcha a symptom, not a cause. The plague? Investigating possible use as a bioweapon? No, Shepard wouldn't need it. Looking for someone? Yes! But who? Someone important. Someone with secrets. Like me."

Shepard nodded. "Nice deduction, professor. Yes, I am here for you."

"Why?" Mordin finally asked the question he should have asked at the beginning.

"I want your help on a mission."

"Mission? What mission? No. Too busy. Clinic understaffed. Plague spreading too fast. Who sent you?"

"You came highly recommended. I am gathering a team to destroy the Collectors."

Mordin began to talk to himself again. "Collectors? Interesting. Plague hitting the slums is engineered. Collectors one of few groups with technology to design it. Our goals may be similar." Mordin walked back to his computer to type something. "But must stop plague first. Already have a cure. Need to distribute it at environmental control center. Vorcha guarding it." Mordin sniffed. "Need to kill them."

"That's easy." Vorcha were nothing he couldn't handle.

As if hearing his thoughts, the environmental systems were shut down, most likely by the pesky aliens.

"Vorcha have shut down environmental systems. Trying to kill everyone. Need to get power back on before district suffocates. Shepard capable of great destruction. Vorcha won't be able to resist. Here, take plague cure." Mordin handed over a vial. "One more thing. Daniel. One of my assistants. Went into Vorcha territory. Looking for victims. Hasn't come back."

"I'll look out for him."

"Thank you. Told him not to go. But he's smart. Bright future. I hope."

Before leaving, Shepard requested help for the Batarian plague victim he had encountered, and Mordin promised to see what he could do.

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The whole area was crawling with Vorcha, and they had brought plenty of firepower.

So Shepard microwaved them all.

The initial group they faced consisted of at least a dozen Vorcha along with several Krogan. Between the biotics, the microwave beam mode of his pistols, and the fuel tanks of the flamethrower carriers, it was a slaughter of explosions made more effective by biotic crowd control.

He also found Daniel surrounded by three Batarians accusing him of spreading the plague.

Shepard put Daniel in stasis and sent the Batarians flying away.

"Stand down, idiots. He is here to help you." Shepard warned, pointing his pistol towards the Batarians.

The one that was just threatening Daniel sprangto his feet. "Shepard?! You live?"

"Disappointed?" He winked at the Batarian, who was slowly turning purple.

Another one spoke, already feeling defeated. "First you humans spread this plague, and now you're back from the dead?"

"We are not spreading the plague; he is here to help you."

"And why should we believe you?" A single laser bolt whizzed next to the Batarian's head, making him swallow his words.

"That is a good point." The first Batarian nodded, holstering his weapon.

"I know, right. So, either let Daniel treat you, or just get lost."

A silent conversation took place between the Batarians, their eyes saying more than words could, and they reluctantly agreed to let Daniel administer the cure.

"You aren't that bad, for a human."

"I don't have a problem with the Batarians. I have a problem with slavery."

"Did nobody tell you?" The third, silent Batarian opened his mouth, looking confused.

"Tell me what?"

Before the Batarian could open his mouth, more Vorcha came surging in. "Alright, Daniel, back to the clinic. As for you three, don't cause trouble."

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The trio fought their way to the control room, killing waves of Vorcha, with the occasional Krogan.

"You no come here. We shut down machines and break fans. Everyone chokes and dies. Then Collectors make us strong." The Vorcha spoke with that gravelly voice of his, and Shepard considered asking why but decided he didn't want to hear this barely evolved tree bark talk and shot him right in the middle of his ugly forehead.

The Vorcha opened fire at seeing one of their own die, and the team took cover.

Shepard whistled, getting Miranda and Jacob's attention, and slid his pistols to them.

Activating his anti-gravity suit, Shepard leaped up and used his biotics to slam both feet right into the head of a Vorcha carrying a rocket launcher, killing it and taking the weapon, while Miranda and Jacob made quick work of the rest.

"Shepard, I've scanned the room. The central control system is in an alcove in the center of the back wall. You can inject the cure and reinitialize the systems there."

"Thanks, EDI."

Just as he inserted the cure, the Blood Pack came in force again.

With Miranda and Jacob carrying his pistols, Shepard took to the air once again and made full use of the rocket launcher, suppressing the mercs.

If they were stationary, then they were easy targets for Shepard, and if they moved out of the cover, the same went for his Cerberus teammates.

"I have located the fan controls. There are two, one on either side of the room you are in now." EDI informed them after the team cleared the room.

Bringing the fans online proved to be a hassle, as the Blood Pack did not let up.

A squad of Pyros came out of the door on the opposite side of the right fan controls, which was a mistake for them, because the lasers contained enough energy to set the fuel on fire and cause an explosion.

More and more Blood Pack troopers showed up, trying desperately to drown the team in numbers, and Shepard had enough.

Biotic power gathered in his hand, something he had been training to do before Normandy's destruction.

A dark blue orb, surrounded by light blue spiral arms, blossomed into existence, and Shepard ordered Miranda and Jacob to take cover.

Shepard launched the orb, and the whole room shook violently.

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Miranda nervously opened the fan control room door, peeking outside to see what impossible act Shepard had graced the galaxy with.

Her eyes almost bulged out.

Whatever that biotic attack was, it left a crater between the control systems and the walls on the opposite side.

There were no more Blood Pack members left, or anything else within that section.



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Kasumi left for the ship, and Shepard landed back on the floor so he could go and see Udina and Anderson.

But something else had his attention, and he stopped before passing through the customs.

A Gunnery Sergeant was tearing into the recruits before him. "This, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferrous slug. Feel the weight. Every five seconds the main gun of an Everest-class dreadnought accelerates to 1.3 percent of light speed. It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb. That is three times the yield of the city buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space, right after Commander Shepard." Garrus snorted. "Now! Serviceman Burnside. What is Newton's first law?"

"Sir! An object in motion stays in motion, sir!" Burnside replied, and the sergeant scowled.

"No credit for partial answers, maggot."

"Sir, unless acted on by an outside force, sir." The serviceman added, and the sergeant appeared to be satisfied.




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Omega

Quarantine Zone

Mordin's Clinic


"Environmental systems engaged. Airborne viral levels dropping. Patients improving. Vorcha retreating. Well done, Shepard, thank you." Mordin smiled. The salarian was happy that this ordeal was finally coming to an end.

It had dragged on too long for his tastes.

"And thank you for me as well. Those batarians would have killed me. Good thing they were too scared of you." Daniel stood next to Mordin nervously.

"Advantage of reputation. Crossing Shepard fatality rate %90." Mordin pointed out to his assistant, who looked more nervous at the explanation.

"Only 90%?" Shepard wondered where the remaining ten percent went.

"Remaining %10 includes humiliation, mutilation, lifelong PTSD." Mordin answered, causing the human to crack up.

Shepard laughed for a while, holding his stomach as it began to hurt. "Oh, professor, you and I are gonna get along fabulously. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, leaving clinic to Daniel, bit naive, but he'll learn. Unexpected to be working with Cerberus and you. Many surprises. Won't take long. Meet you at your ship." Mordin took a deep breath, his face hardening. "Looking forward to it."

Shepard stayed after finishing Mordin to see how the patients were doing. The batarian he had encountered near the apartments was brought to the clinic and was in good condition.

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Shepard headed ahead after helping a young quarian on a pilgrimage get out of Omega and buying the coupling the engineers wanted. Just near the docking bay, he saw Zaeed Massani, one of the possible recruits in the dossiers the Illusive Man had given him.

The grizzly merc was busy beating a batarian, who turned to beg Shepard for help.

"Zaeed Massani?"Shepard asked while the man continued to kick the downed batarian.

The mercenary turned to Shepard, and he couldn't help but notice the large scar covering half of his face and the synthetic eye. Whatever the merc had been through wasn't something many could survive. "Commander Shepard. Got to say, never expected Cerberus to contact me to work with you of all people."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, just fucking surprising."

"Have you been briefed?"

"We're going after the Collectors. I usually wouldn't take suicide missions, but the Illusive Man can move a lot of credits, and you are the leader."

"Alright, report to the Normandy as soon as you're done with him."

"Understood. I assume the Illusive Man told you about our arrangement." Of course, because god forbid things be simple for once.

"Not at all. What is it?"

"Good thing I asked. Picked up a mission a little while back, just before I signed on with Cerberus. Thought you might be interested."

"Have you heard the name Vido Santiago? He's the head of the Blue Suns. Runs the whole organization. It seems he recently captured an Eldfell-Ashland refinery on Zorya and is using their workers for slave labor. The company wants it dealt with, and you did more damage to the slavery across the galaxy than anyone else."

He was interested in kicking this Santiago's teeth, especially seeing as his mercenary outfit targeted Garrus. "Sounds simple enough. I'll see you in Normandy."

"Good." Zaeed pulled his weapon to shoot his Batarian captive, who thought it would be a good idea to run while they were talking.

Faster than him, Shepard sent a small biotic push, tripping the Batarian.

"I better turn this thing in before it starts to stink. I'll be locked and loaded next time you're ready to get some killing done."

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Normandy

"Welcome to the Normandy, Professor. It's an honor to have you onboard." Jacob greeted the newest addition to the team, who was checking the interior of the ship as he walked along.

"Yes, very exciting. Cerberus working with aliens. Unexpected. Illusive Man branching out, maybe? Not so human-centric?" Mordin turned to Shepard, and the human shook his head.

"No, he is still the same, but also smart enough to understand we all have to work together to survive." Shepard knew that the Illusive Man was too set in his ways to consider change.

"The Collectors are abducting human colonists out on the fringes of the Terminus Space, or at least, what remained of it." Jacob pulled out a video recording they retrieved from Freedom's Progress.

"Yes. Alliance navy unprepared. Can't react to Collectors. Not simple abductions. Wouldn't need me for simple." Mordin reasoned, analyzing the footage.

"You are right. With what we had discovered on Freedom's Progress, and the intel the Commander had from destroying the Collector cruiser two years ago, we know they use these swarms to put their victims in stasis and abduct them without even firing a single shot." Jacob played different footage, this one showing the recording taken from Shepard's helmet cam against a Collector swarm.

"For experiments? Most likely. Nature? Unknown, too many possibilities."

Anatomic, genetic, neurological, pathogen and biochemical studies, cybernetic integration, or even biomass harvesting.

The possibilities were endless.

"You are right about the experiments. When I interacted with the Prothean beacon over two years ago, I saw Protheans subjected to countless experiments by the Reapers. The interesting thing is, the Collectors look exactly like the Protheans, except for some cosmetic changes." Liara would flip when she learned this, as soon as Shepard dropped by Illium, of course.

Mordin's eyes widened. "Implications troubling. Would mean Protheans did not vanish, but were eradicated. A small faction turned to slaves. Left behind to watch. Experiment on new species. Repeat the cycle."

"I don't think they were the first ones. Nor do the enemy intend them to be the last." At the least, there were the Innusanon, and the species the Reapers used to create the Keepers.

"Read your report on Reapers. Council dismissed the idea. Lack of evidence. Need to compare Collector DNA to Prothean samples." This could be the discovery of a lifetime.

A very troubling one, proving the existence of the spacefaring races was in jeopardy.

"If you read the report, then you know that the Collectors are most likely checking to see if humanity is viable to be a Reaper."

"Ah." Realization dawned on Mordin, and he looked at Shepard. " You. Single-handedly took down Hegemony. Sterilized the Terminus. Constantly do the impossible. Destroyed a Collector cruiser. Alone. Deadly." Mordin took a breath. "You draw their interest."

Shepard glared at the frozen footage, looking at a Collector possessed by Harbinger. "Both the Collectors and the Reapers will find out that is not a good thing."

"Yes. Need samples. And a lab." The stakes were getting Mordin all the more excited to start working immediately.

"There is a fully equipped lab on the combat deck, Professor Solus. If you find anything lacking, please place a requisition order." EDI spoke, and Mordin looked around to see where the voice came from.

"Who's that? Pilot? No. Synthesized voice. Simulated emotional inflections. Could it be…. no. Maybe. Have to ask. Is that an AI?" Mordin asked, as the current evidence left no other option.

Jacob huffed, amused. "Guess geniuses think alike. Yes, Professor. This ship is equipped with an AI."

"An AI on board? Non-human crew members? Cerberus more desperate than I thought. Why, though? Shepard here." Previous calculations had shown that stopping Shepard had extremely low odds, and even the mysterious and advanced Collectors couldn't manage it after ambushing and destroying his ship.

"Our discovery that the Commander was alive was a last-minute thing; by then, everything was ready." Jacob explained. The original plan was for Miranda to lead the Normandy to fight the Collectors, but then they discovered Shepard's stasis pod, and everything changed.

"I see. Which way to the lab?"

"Follow me, Professor."

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With Mordin at his lab, Garrus had arrived just in time and walked into the meeting room.

"Shepard."

"Garrus."

Garrus leaned on the table. "One hell of a ride, huh? Surviving on a cruiser going down to an uninhabitable planet, sticking yourself in a pod to wait for rescue? Damn unlucky Cerberus found you first."

"Don't have to mention it to me. I didn't have time to do a proper scan of the area; what's with my oxygen running out, and look where I am."

"Still, Cerberus, Shepard? What exactly is our plan?" Garrus remembered the sick experiments these bastards had done, and Shepard wouldn't work for them in a million years.

Shepard activated his omni-tool, and an orange field covered the two. "To keep any prying eyes and ears out. As for our plan, I am trying to design something to track the QEC the Illusive Man uses to find their main base."

Garrus bent his neck to the side, curious. "I thought the whole point of the QEC was absolute security." Untraceable and unhackable unless you managed to target the end points, QEC was the fastest and most secure known form of communication.

"Since when did that stop me?"

"Never. When the time comes, I am ready to put these bastards down."

"Good, now tell me, how the hell did you end up in Omega, leading your own team?" Garrus had given him a summary, but Shepard wanted the details too.

Garrus grinned, his teeth exposed and mandibles flexed as he regaled Shepard with his tale of the events following Normandy's destruction.

His teammates had gravitated to the ex-C-Sec due to his ideals and ended up following him to the other side of the galaxy.

"And the Archangel name?"

"Some humans gave the name to me. It was either that or the Angel of Death, and I thought the first one inspired more confidence in people." Garrus shrugged. While the Angel of Death sounded cooler, in human terms, the name Archangel meant more than just killing.

"Alright buddy, enjoy the new ship."

"Oh, absolutely. I'll make myself comfortable in the forward battery. Just let me know when you need me."

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CIC

Shepard was reading his messages after Yeoman Chambers informed him. One was from Karin, requesting him to come down for a checkup, while the other sender confused Shepard.

The name was Jonn Witson, the kid he stopped from signing up for the fight against Garrus.

Who had taken his address from Aria to thank him.

"Kelly?" He turned to the yeoman, who stopped whatever she was doing at her terminal.

"Yes, Commander?"

"How exactly does Aria T'loak have my contact address?" Shepard asked, and the young woman thought about a possible leak before another possibility came to mind.

"I would assume from the Shadow Broker."

"I see." Welp, Shadow Broker was dead.

Shepard directed the message he had received to her. "Then tell me, how did this message from a complete unknown not get flagged?"

Quickly scanning the message, Kelly gulped. This was nothing short of a weakness in cyber security, and Commander Shepard's fury was understandable. "My apologies, Commander. I'll see to it immediately."

"Thank you."

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Alchera

There were several matters Shepard intended to handle before setting course to the Citadel.

Rescuing a captured Cerberus operative wasn't his idea of doing good for the galaxy, but apparently the man had some important information, and Shepard would bet his fortune that the terrorist organization wouldn't want it to be leaked.

Too bad.

The other matter was the Normandy's crash site.

It was hard to walk through the wreck of the first ship he commanded to collect the dog tags strewn around. It meant he couldn't save everyone and that even the best could be taken down with the right strategy.

Planting the memorial, Shepard left the frozen planet behind, promising vengeance, not to the dead, for they had no need of it, but to the living who had lost their friends and family.

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Citadel

The Normandy docked after Shepard cleared things with the authorities, and they took a cab to the Zakera Ward with Garrus and Mordin.

"Oh mighty hero. Enter the password and receive a gift!"

Turning to the ad, he knew it was a great idea to wear his helmet, because this place was packed with people.

"Please tell me your password, Commander Shepard." The voice was quiet this time, to avoid being heard, and Shepard got a good look at his recruit, which didn't amount to much, because most of her face was covered by the hood.

"Silence is golden." Shepard recited the password he read in the dossier.

"Good to finally meet you, Commander Shepard. Kasumi Goto. I am a fan."

Shepard jumped, assisted by his biotics, and landed on the support structure, standing before Kasumi. "Want an autograph?"

"Definitely." Kasumi grinned, shutting down her omni-tool. She knew Shepard wouldn't fall for it but wanted to see how long it would take.

"Are you ready to go?" Shepard asked. Hopefully the master thief didn't pack much because space was limited.

"I travel light… I've already slipped my luggage aboard your ship."

"Most likely before I took command." He would know otherwise.

Kasumi nodded. "Sharp as ever."

"I have a feeling that Cerberus promised you more than just credits." Kasumi did not strike him as the type to do chase action for credits, but for the thrill of it.

"Guess they didn't tell you. I am looking for my old partner's gray box. A man named Donovan Hock took it, and I am planning to get it back." Her previous exuberance gave way to a colder look, and Shepard knew it was personal.

"We can discuss the details later. I have business in the Citadel."

"By all means. Too bad I didn't have a marker on me; I would love to have your autograph now."

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Kasumi left for the ship, and Shepard landed back on the floor so he could go and see Udina and Anderson.

But something else had his attention, and he stopped before passing through the customs.

A Gunnery Sergeant was tearing into the recruits before him. "This, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferrous slug. Feel the weight. Every five seconds the main gun of an Everest-class dreadnought accelerates to 1.3 percent of light speed. It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb. That is three times the yield of the city buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space, right after Commander Shepard." Garrus snorted. "Now! Serviceman Burnside. What is Newton's first law?"

"Sir! An object in motion stays in motion, sir!" Burnside replied, and the sergeant scowled.

"No credit for partial answers, maggot."

"Sir, unless acted on by an outside force, sir." The serviceman added, and the sergeant appeared to be satisfied.

"Damn straight. I dare to assume you jackasses know that space is mostly empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going till it hits something. That can be a ship or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into deep space and hit somebody in ten thousand years. If you pull the trigger on this, you're ruining someone's day, somewhere and sometime." The Gunnery Sergeant was spitting his words out now. "That is why you check your damn targets. That is why you wait for the computer to give you a damn firing solution."

The sergeant got into the other recruit's face, face red from screaming. "That is why, Serviceman Chung, we do not eyeball it. This is a weapon of mass destruction. You are not a cowboy, shooting from the hip."

"Sir, yes sir!" The serviceman acknowledged before the tired sergeant dismissed them.

"You heard that, Shepard?" Garrus elbowed Shepard, who just shrugged.

"Just some facts, Garrus, nothing to worry about. Let's go."

There was a security checkpoint after the door, which was a new addition as far as Shepard remembered.

As the scanner began to hum, Shepard took his helmet off.


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Shepard chuckled. "Garrus, get ready; I heard the whole meeting is packed to the brim with criminals."

"Just the kind of gathering I like to ruin."

Shepard got off the shuttle, his friend right behind him.

"Can I see your…" The guard was going to ask for an invitation but, upon seeing who it was, dropped his gun and ran.

The party was in full swing, and as Shepard stepped inside, he fired a single shot at the ceiling. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are all under arrest. Resist and I'll kill you."





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