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One of a Kind - Ch.2 Visions & Prophecies

One of a Kind - Ch.3 The Citadel
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Moving to the top of the hill Shepard and crew find the research camp hit hard and more of those spikes with bodies attached to them.  They look human but now mostly black with numerous blue circuitries running about their bodies. The spikes lower and the group stops holding their guns at the ready. When the once impaled human bodies, later known as husks, start to move towards them they open fire upon the creatures. The husks fall easy, and after the small fight they examine them with Ashley being the first to speak up. “What did they do to them? They don’t even look human anymore.”

“Yeah…they’re like mechanical zombies, but they were on those spikes. How did the Geth…” Shepard jumps back as a bullet fires into its skull. She rises back up seeing Armstrong shooting the other three in the same spots. “What the hell Armstrong?”

“Least we can do for them.” He fires a bullet into the last one and looks at the other three in the group. “You all can see they are no longer human, and thus they are the enemy now and must be destroyed. Now that trailer is sealed lets go check it out.” He just turns away clearly unaffected by killing them, even if they used to be human.

Alenko looks at Shepard and she just shakes her head following along. When they reach the door, Shepard hacks it easily, and they slip inside to find two researchers near the back hiding. They were two humans, one a middle aged woman, Dr. Warren, with red hair pulled back, and a slightly older balding man, Dr. Manuel, with black hair. Both were scared, but thankful for rescue.  Dr. Warren quickly spoke up wringing her hands together. “Oh humans…Thank the maker.”

Manuel moves up kind of hunched over and speaking oddly. “Hurry! They’ll come back. Close the door.”

Ashley notices the pair. “You’re Dr. Warren and Dr. Manuel of the research team. Did they move the beacon or was it the Geth?”

“Our team moved it to the spaceport this morning. We stayed behind to help pack up the camp,” Warren states looking around some. “Then the attack happened. The marines gave their lives so we could be safe…”

“No one is saved. Soon it will all be over and only ruin and corpses will remain,” Manuel states in a creepy tone.

Shepard raises a brow at his words feeling a shiver run up her spine. Alenko looks at him a moment and seemed to get the same feeling but spoke up. “Um Manuel are you okay?”

Dr. Warren raises a hand to halt any further questions. “Don’t mind Manuel. He can seem abit unstable, but his mind is one of the sharpest you could find. As they say Genius and madness are two sides of the same coin.”

“Madness? I’m not mad. I’ve seen the future. The end is upon us and there is no hope.” Again came Manuel’s voice making Shepard and Alenko look at each other clearly getting the same feeling.

Armstrong and Ashley seemed rather unfazed and Armstrong spoke next. “What happened after you entered this shed?”

Again Warren took the lead. “It was so fast. They were upon us before we knew what was happening. Then gunfire and screaming…after that complete silence…”

Manuel spoke again further adding in his coming doom theory. “They’re the agents of the destroyers... The hand of god came from the sky, and now all we will know is darkness.”

Another uneasy look and Shepard decided to ask a question. “Um… A turian came with us. He talked about finding a site with a lot of bodies and buildings. Was this the place?”

“He was the prophet. Their leader, and I seen him order the attack before it happened.” This made them all kind of look at each other when Manuel said he had seen a turian.

“That couldn’t have happened. Nihlus was on the Normandy before all this,” Alenko adds in.

Shepard slips in abit too. “Yeah and that…ship I think it was, wasn’t Turian.”

“Still this planet was all humans. A turian would stand out greatly.” Ashley retorts.

Dr. Warren quickly cuts in to halt the suspicion. “Don’t mind Manuel. He’s still abit shaken from the attack and all. I gave him an extra dose of his medication, but we haven’t seen any Turians on Eden Prime.”

“I seen him. He led the robots to attack us cause of that beacon. It has called them and this attack was just the beginning.” Yet again Manuel preaches about the end and it was clearly getting to Armstrong but not how it was affecting Shepard and Alenko.

Warren looks at Manuel try to get him to stop. “Manuel please stop. Just calm down and let the meds take effect.”

“You cannot silence the truth. They are coming! We must---!” Manuel steps towards the group raising his voice only to have Armstrong quickly punch and knock the delirious man out.

“Oh my god! Manuel!” Warren exclaims.

Shepard ducks down to check the fallen man looking up at Armstrong. “Dammit Armstrong think before you act.”

Armstrong scoffs rolling his eyes. “I did. The bastard was clearly unhinged, and a danger. Preaching about the end of days and everything.”

“Yeah and a massive ship that looks like a hand, that likely dropped off all these Geth to attack them showed up out of nowhere. Call me crazy, but the guy clearly had some intelligence even if it was crazy ramblings.” Shepard exclaims as Kaiden kneels down to check him too.

Warren sighs shaking her head. “It’s fine. He was getting confrontational, and by the time he wakes the meds will have kicked in.”

Shepard nods softly. “I guess so, but it wasn’t needed.” She looks up at Armstrong narrowing her eyes some. “Let’s get him off this cold floor.”  Shepard helps Alenko lift Manuel’s body into one of the cots so he can rest.

After they return to the group Ashley looks out the door then back at the others. “We should get heading to the spaceport.”

“Right, let’s move out,” Armstrong states moving out the door ahead of the others.

“Good luck,” Warren calls out.

Shepard smiles to her. “Thanks and be safe. Reseal this door in case they return.” She then goes to join the rest of the team.

As they cross over a hill and see the spaceport docks at the bottom something draws their eyes behind it. That massive hand shaped ship from before is seen lifting off.  It looked like a massive tan colored cuttlefish, and had red sparks arcing around the lower half of it. They watch on stunned at the sheer size of it till a loud echo is heard and Alenko drops to a knee and rests a hand on his forehead. Shepard checks on him and he just says that noise made it feel like his implants were rattling around in his head. He states he’s fine and returns to his feet as the ship disappears into the clouds. Armstrong tries to contact the Normandy about the ship, but only gets static. Shepard tries to hail Nihlus only to be met with much of the same.

After another handful of geth and husks the team moves to another sealed shed. This time they found a pair of farmers and they offer abit more info on the noise that affected Alenko. It wasn’t very much help, but they did have a modded pistol, combat scanner, and told them of a contact at the docks that could help them. The four quickly move there dispatching a couple more geth guarding before they notice a body lying upon the ground. Shepard quickly notices it as Nihlus and runs over yelling. “Nihlus!”

Armstrong reaches for her but misses the speedy feline quickly following after. “Dammit Shepard it could be a trap!” Alenko and Williams follow along checking around to make sure the coast is clear as Shepard checks Nihlus.

Shepard gets up frowning, “He’s dead…”

Armstrong sheaths his gun and walks over looking at him. “That’s not a battle wound. It’s the only spot on his body damaged. Not even his armor really.”

Shepard nods a couple times solemnly. “Yeah…even a basic sniper knows you take a shot from the front or the side. He was shot up close from behind.”

Alenko thinks a moment then adds in. “Commanders, what about that turian Dr. Miguel mentioned. I doubt Nihlus would let his guard down for anyone else, but another turian of likely higher rank or something.”

“It’s a possibility, but what would another turian be doing here with the geth,” Williams questions.

“Well we could’ve found out abit more if Armstrong hadn’t knocked the guy out.” Shepard states with a glare.

Armstrong growls in response. “I’m not having this conversation again. He was a danger and I stopped him.”

“Yes, cause a scrawny scientist clearly is a threat to four fully equipped soldiers…” Shepard retorts abit sarcastically.

“Commander Armstrong, Shepard is right. You acted abit to quick…” Alenko starts to say but is cut off.

“Quiet there’s someone behind those crates.” Ashley cuts in drawing her gun which the others follow suit.  A guy steps out with his arms raised and the group relaxes. They listen as he confirms their suspicions and even gives them a name to go with it, Saren. He further helps them saying Saren and the geth went to where the beacon was before the ship took off abit after and then they arrived. Further pressing they get experimental grenades, and tell the lazy smuggler to make amends for stealing from the military.

It was now time to take the spaceport back from the geth. The team knew that they were likely entrenched and it would be quite the fight to recapture the beacon if it was even still on planet. Despite their little squabbles and differing views once in battle it was all forgotten. The four worked like a well oiled machine. Shepard sticks to the high ground sniping and relaying information on troop movements. Alenko runs support with his biotics and medi-gel. Armstrong stays at the front taking the brunt of the attacks with Williams as backup. Before long they had the geth routed at the docks and were soon riding the train to the departure platform.

Taking cover as they arrive, Shepard pops a geth on a bridge over the tracks. An object catches their eye as they step off the train and Shepard quickly identifies it as a bomb. Tweaking her radar to pick up on the signal of the timers, she discerns there are four they have to diffuse. While the others give her covering fire she disarms the first and they advance to take care of the others. One after another of both geth and their attempt to destroy the spaceport fall to the experienced crew till the last bomb is diffused with like 30 seconds left.

Deciding to take a short breather to gather themselves and patch up a spot where a sniper managed to get through Armstrong’s defenses and wound his arm, but thankfully not his gun arm. Now with the four ready they move forward and onto the ramp down to the loading dock. The last couple geth and husks fall quickly to their coordinated fire before they do a final sweep to make sure all is clear. Stepping to the rail they look over the huge area of singed land.

“My god…it looks like they dropped a bomb.” Williams exclaims in shock.

Alenko joins her in the same amount of shock. “That must’ve been where that ship was…”

“Those red sparks had to be from the mass effect field, but that’s from a massive amount of heat. The land is scorched and almost molten in some areas. This is why larger ships don’t land on planets.” Shepard sighs shaking her head.

While the other three chat over the scar made, Armstrong signals the Normandy for pickup. Turning towards them he calls out. “The Normandy will be here in a few moments.  They want to make sure that ship is out of range first. Now Williams what’s with this thing? It doesn’t look inactive to me.”

Williams nods stepping around and away from the beacon. “Yeah it wasn’t doing that before.”

“Amazing. Working Prothean technology…” Alenko states as he moves towards it.

“Alenko don’t get near that thing…” Shepard calls out walking towards Williams and Armstrong.

Alenko keeps moving towards it slowly as if in a trance. The beacon suddenly activates and emits a greenish light seeming to be pulling him towards it. “Dammit Alenko…” Shepard pushes past the other two running to Alenko to grab him. She tosses him back only to be now caught herself and lifted in the air. The others watch on as she’s lifted into the air and held there for a long moment.  Alenko tries to go for her, but is stopped by both Williams and Armstrong knowing nothing can be done for now. Shepard stares forcibly into the green light before a strange series of images rushes into her mind. Shortly after the beacon exploded, flinging Sheppard away, and leaving it heavily damaged and inert.

Alenko and Williams run to check on Shepard while Armstrong gets back on the radio. “Normandy we need an evac now! Shepard is down! I repeat. Shepard is down! We need immediate evacuation!”

“Wait how can you need evac when everything was fine? Shepard trip or something,” Joker’s voice came over their comms.

Armstrong growls, “Not the time soldier!”

“Alright alright, Normandy enroute. ETA a few minutes.” Joker responds.

When the Normandy arrives, Williams and Alenko go with Shepard to the med bay while Armstrong goes to report in.

Shepard shifts abit as she awoke in the med bay aboard the Normandy, groaning and putting a hand over her head.

“Doctor, she’s waking up." Kaidan calls from his position by the bed.

Chakwas came over, giving her a quick check as she sat up and looked around. “Had us worried there for abit Shepard. How are you feeling commander?”

Shepard groans a bit, rubbing her eyes again as they get used to the light in the room. “Ugh, feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and this weird dream. How long was I out?”

Chakwas looks up at her a moment as she finishes her check. “About fifteen hours and yes, I noticed the clear signs of one dreaming, as you said. Normally it wouldn’t be too important, but given it was after being affected by a prothean beacon do you remember any of it?”

Shepard nods a couple times recalling the images. “Yeah…Was some planet, people dying, and this…what looked to be a machine wrapped in some sticky goo.”

Alenko raises a brow, looking over at Chakwas. “Um, are you sure your sensors said she was okay?”

“Physically yes, but that dream could very well be a message carried in the beacon. Are you sure that’s all you can recall?”

Shepard looks down and shakes her head, trying clear the image from it as she stands up leaning against the bed. “Yeah, that’s it.  Sorry I don’t have more.”

Alenko sighs looking down. “No reason for you to be sorry commander it’s my fault really. Must’ve been a security field on it or something. I just felt drawn to it. I was careless and put you at risk.”

Shepard shakes her head looking over at him. “Don’t wanna hear it Alenko. None of us knew what it was doing or what could’ve happened. Speaking of what happened after I blacked out?”

“The beacon exploded. “Alenko says as he starts explaining. “After getting you in here we radioed an alliance patrol to secure Eden Prime and notified a nearby turian fleet about Nihlus. They retrieved his body and weren’t too happy about all that happened.”

“So where’s the beacon?” Shepard asks, but an answer is cut off as the door hisses open and Anderson walks in.

“The beacon is down in the cargo hold behind a shield to make sure nothing else happens.” Anderson states as he walks towards them. “How’s the XO holding up Doctor?”

“All the readings look normal, she’ll be just fine.”

“That’s good,” Anderson says. “I need to speak with her – in private.” Alenko nods and salutes before heading out saying he’ll be in the mess with Chakwas following behind.  Anderson puts his arms behind his back standing in a firm military pose. “I won’t lie Shepard. This is a mess. We have a dead spectre, a destroyed beacon, and geth appearing for the first time beyond the veil in a few hundred years. In short the Council will want answers.”

“I’m sure Armstrong sugar coated it and made this all out to be my fault.” Shepard snidely remarks, shaking her head.

“Actually no,” Anderson states calmly as he starts pacing some. “He gave every detail, every step of the way, from drop off to pick up. I know you two don’t get along, and yes he’s an ass, but he’s also blunt and doesn’t hold back information from officers. To him, the Alliance comes first and that’s who he answers too."

Shepard raises a brow at him. “You make it sound like he doesn’t even care about being a spectre.”

“Oh, he does. He sees it as a chance to give us a leg up in politics. The thing is like many he thinks we deserve to have a spot on the Council, and many will back him for that when they find out. In truth though Shepard, if they only choose one it’ll be you.” Anderson resumes pacing a bit, then turns and faces her. “You have the thoughts of a spectre, the ability to work as a spectre, and most importantly don’t see humans as a superior species. All are equal to you, and that is what they want.”

“Well they do work in small units if not alone, and that is my expertise. That, and yes I’m willing to accept and work with any aliens as I know it’s not humans that will forge forward and make the galaxy better, but all races. Still though, I don’t see it happening. The Council is still teed at the Alliance for letting Cerberus make my race.” Shepard stands and steps towards Anderson.

“Well Shepard, I think only because you all used to be human and betrayed Cerberus is the only reason you’re standing here now.” Anderson crosses his arms looking down some, not wanting to have admitted this to her. “If not for that, the team that met you probably would’ve purged that whole facility or left you behind.”

“I see.” Shepard looks at him, a bit unsure what to say. “I guess it makes sense, really. Most did agree to it knowing that it was illegal, but why didn't you leave us?”

“Because you all cooperated with us, and not everyone in the colony agreed to being altered. You know you don’t leave 'civvies' behind. Also, the information and data from the trade was invaluable.” Anderson cited knowingly.

“We are trying to help where we can. Dammit this really would’ve helped not just my people, but humanity as a whole. Poor Nihlus sticks his neck out for us and this is what he gets for it? Damn that Saren… at least he could’ve taken him out honorably.” Shepard states, with a bit of disgust at the cost of the mission.

Anderson nods, “Yeah, he was one of the few to step forward for us. It makes no sense as Saren was the one that gave Nihlus his trials. Why just kill him instead of trying to get him to join him?”

Shepard rubs her chin some thinking. “Maybe he did, or he already knew Nihlus wouldn’t do it.”

“Both are a possibility, but then we’ll never really know unless we stop Saren’s plan against us. It’s a clear attack, but even this was a poor choice,” Anderson adds seeming to be thinking some too.

“Yeah, he had to know we’d come to get the beacon. Maybe this wasn’t an attack, but just him trying to steal the beacon for another reason.”

Anderson shakes his head. “No I know Saren. He found out about the beacon and wanted to use this as another way to make us look bad to the council.”

“I take it he doesn’t like us huh?” Shepard states with a smirk.

Anderson chuckles abit shaking his head. “Not liking us is an understatement. He hates everything about us. Unfortunately many others agree with him. They think were taking over, and will want to force ourselves onto the council. Most don’t do anything, but it seems Saren is making a push. Why he’s doing it with the geth we’ll likely never know, but that beacon has something to do with it. Can you give me anything more about what happened down there?”

Shepard crosses her arms reaching up to rub her chin lightly. “Hmm well on the Saren thing, as Armstrong likely told you, he was there. Otherwise that smuggler wouldn’t have that name. Which means Saren is rouge, so we’ll need to get the council to label him as such. That’ll take at least his political pull out. Yes I know it won’t be easy,” Shepard says quickly cutting off a comment. “Back on the mission though, you also likely heard about that one scientist rambling about the end of days. Well when I was held by the beacon I had a vision. It’s real sporadic, but from what I can tell it is some kind of synthetic maybe, a bunch of dead creatures, and some jungle planet I think. Again it’s real jumbled.”

“We need to report this to the Council.” Shepard looks at Anderson odd about to speak but this time she is stopped by a raised hand. “Whatever was stored in that beacon Saren has it and likely you do too.” He begins pacing again. “Even if it doesn’t help, Saren sees us as a blight, and the attack on Eden Prime was clearly him declaring war on humanity.  Even if he gets labeled rouge, he still has an army of geth at his command. We’ll need the Council’s support.”

“That makes sense, but really Anderson? We’re gonna use some random collection of mental images as evidence?” Shepard shakes her head knowing that wouldn’t work at all.

Anderson could read Shepard’s face and know what she was thinking. “I know it’s very poor evidence, but we don’t really have a lot to go on as is.”

“Every little bit helps I get cha. Maybe an asari can read my mind or something?” Shepard shrugs not really sure if they can even do that.

Anderson shakes his head a couple times. “Doubt they would try without a very good reason. Still we need to try. I’ll go call the ambassador and see if he can get us an audience with the Council. He’ll want to see us right when we arrive anyways.”

“Oh goodie…Mr. stuff shirt. My first visit to the Citadel and I have to start with him.” Shepard rolls her eyes clearly not liking him.

“That’s enough Shepard.”  Anderson sighs looking at her. “I know he can be a pain in the ass, but he’s still our only contact to the Council. Behave yourself when we get there, understood?”

Shepard could hear his tone shift abit and more give an order but still a request. “Understood sir, you know how I am.”

Anderson nods taking a breath. “Yes I do, but just making sure.” He moves his arms behind his back at the silence deciding to cut their chat off now. “Well I’ll go make the call to Udina. We should be arriving at the citadel soon so take it easy till then.” He then turns to leave though Shepard halts him halfway to the door.

“Oh um Anderson, what about Williams? Did we leave her on Eden Prime?” Shepard asks having almost forgotten about her and thinking they left her behind.

Anderson doesn’t turn to respond. “No she’s on the ship too. Likely in the mess with Alenko,” With that said he heads out the door leaving Shepard alone.

Shepard heads out to find Alenko standing just outside near the mess table with Williams by him. She walks over to them with Williams shifting away to the side, and Alenko moving towards her. “Ah commander, glad to see you’re okay and we didn’t lose two on Eden Prime.”

“Ya, I hate that we lost Jenkins. Did we at least get the body back?” Shepard asks.

Alenko shifts some but nods. “Yeah the patrol we called in recovered most of the bodies even the ones turned into those Husk things.”

Shepard raises a brow at him. “Husk?”

“It’s what they are calling those things. Cause they are a husk of what they once were. Not the most elegant name, but soldiers never were the best at naming new creatures they find.” Alenko chuckles abit at his joke. “Either way Shepard, you did a great job down there and kept your cool despite Armstrong fighting with you.”

She joins in the chuckle but shakes her head after. “Well I did some of the fighting too, but we both know that we can’t let our emotions rule us on the battlefield. Have to stay alert and cooperate or we don’t leave it. Also please call me Chessa. Hate being all formal when we don’t have to be.”

Alenko smiles and nods, “Of course Chessa. I’m fine with Kaiden myself.” Kaiden shifts abit looking at her. “Hell of a first mission huh? Spectre killing another. The council is gonna love that. Likely use it against us seeing as it happened on our planet and watch.”

 “Sounds like you been around the block a few times too.”

“A lot of biotics have been. A way to keep checks on us and well might as well get payed too. Besides dad served, and when I got in he was so proud.” Kaiden raises a brow curious on abit more about the feline woman. “Why did you join though Chessa? Brass was very hush hush on the details.”

Chessa sighs and turns to lean against the mess hall table while crossing her arms. “Well it wasn’t exactly hard living out in the terminus as we were mostly left alone, but that might have been due to thinking we were Cerberus still. As for why I joined…I wanted to show gratitude for being saved and not purged just cause we had ties to those terrorists. That and the guys that found us told me I showed promise. Bet they never expected I’d make commander and even be considered for a spectre. Course after all this, that’ll likely never happen.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. This isn’t your fault, “Kaiden smiles at her trying to make her feel better about the situation. “Though I heard we’re heading for the Citadel now. Guess it’s to try and point fingers at Saren?”

Chessa nods smiling at him. “Anderson is hoping they’ll even give us an audience. He’s likely talking to Udina now. Even then I feel like this is a lost cause without some solid evidence.”

Kaiden nods sighing some. “Some scientist’s rambling, a freak geth attack in the Terminus, your dream or vision I’m guessing, and then the beacon exploding. And instead of taking the blame we’re trying to blame their top spectre. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I wasn’t there.”

Chessa joins in the sigh lowering her gaze some though she lifts it to look at him. “Hey Kaiden, crazy idea but could biotics read minds? Like maybe the Asari.”

Kaiden think some, but shakes his head after. “I’ve never heard anything about it, but Asari meld with their partners and in a way become one with their mate. So if anyone could do it it’d be the Asari. Good luck finding one that would want to randomly do the joining with you just to read your mind though.”

Shepard smiles knowing that she had an ace to play after all now. At least it was something. “Thanks Kaiden. You’ll be coming with me to the ambassador and council right?”

“Well I was in the ground party so it’d likely be required, but I’d go with you anyways commanda…Chessa.” Kaiden smiles at her feeling better about all that happened despite still feeling like it was his fault.

Chessa reaches over patting his arm nodding. “Glad I have your support Kaiden. We’ll chat later hun.” Kaiden continues to smile watching her as she wanders over to Dr. Chakwas sitting in a chair by the lockers.  She sits down by her and offers her a smile. “Sorry that took abit, but you can have your med bay back now doctor.”

“No worries Shepard. I know Anderson had a good reason for speaking in private.”

Chessa smirks abit while looking at her. “Sounds like you two have been on a few ships together.”

Chakwas smiles but shakes her head some. “Well I can see the jokes about the anthro’s open attitude isn’t a lie, but yes I’ve been on a few tours with him, and no not like that. I respect the chain of command.”

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to imply it like that.”

“No worries commander. As for Anderson he knows when to take it easy and when to crack the whip. Also he cares greatly about his crew, and has been through a lot. So many show him respect and trust him to lead them through trouble.”

“Makes me wonder why he’s single. Though given you fixed me up I’m guessing you know my people too?”

“Yes, I’ve done my research on you and your people.” Chessa raises a brow at her as she starts to explain. “You see the reason for your open attitudes was due to being close given you were all in the same situation. As for the increased sex drive I don’t think it’s due to any tweaking by Cerberus, but more an oversight when combining the DNA. It’s the reason genetic research like that was outlawed in the first place. Too many unknowns of the result.”

Chessa giggles abit looking at her surprised Chakwas seemed to have thought about it so much. “Wow. This just a hobby, or are you legitimately interested?”

“Sorry Shepard it was a requirement actually. All doctors are required to take courses in alien biology to receive their degrees. Despite being placed as part of the Alliance and human race you all are different enough to be considered alien in medical and scientific terms.”

Chessa raises a brow at the doctor speaking calmly and her knowledge being required, but still at least she knew if she got hurt she’d be fine. “Well that’s interesting, but if we are so different then why not make us our own species?”

Chakwas shakes her head some. “Likely because there are so few of you, and you did used to be humans. While I said you are technically alien, you are still best suited for environments made for humans. Mainly because you all were created by mixing the genes of creatures from only Earth, so in the eyes of the other races they proclaim you human for simplicity of the average person. We of the sciences are still trying to figure out just where you all fit. By biological classification you all are in the Mammalia class, but once reaching the Order rank is where differences begin. As for you Shepard by your animal genes you follow the Carnivora order, Felidae family, Felis genus, and Felis Catus species, basically a domestic feline. Yet due to your human genes you also fit into ours.”

Chessa just stares at her, but was taking in every word she was saying and not really confused for the most part. “I think I get the reason now. While you could just drop some of that and put us in one of the animal groups making new species or genus, some of us have less animal and more human. So that would cause even more confusion and possible division as each child would have to be classified when born. Man, Cerberus really through one hell of a wrench into the works huh?”

Chakwas laughs some looking at her. “That they did Shepard, but it’s not something for you to worry about. You’re doing a great job helping your people show that they are useful for the galactic community. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some paperwork to do and all.”

Chessa smiles and stands too nodding at her. “Sure thing doc. If I can help further science let me know. Long as it doesn’t involve a bunch of needles I’m good.” The pair shares a laugh as Chakwas turns and moves back into the med bay while Shepard goes over to Williams who’s taken a position in the chat area by Anderson’s office.

“Hey commander, guess it’s my turn to chat huh?”

“Well I could come back later if you don’t wanna.”

“Nah its fine. I just feel like I’m only here to replace Jenkins.” Williams looks down and away some.

“Not at all. Sure there was an empty spot, but you proved yourself down there. You deserve to serve on the first human turian vessel.”

Williams looks at her and smiles some, but seemed abit put off by her calling it a human turian ship. “Yea…thanks commander.”

Chessa raises a brow seeing her response, but ignores it. “So how you feeling? It was pretty bad down there.”

“I’m a marine. Death comes with the job. Though having my whole unit wiped out, and the dead civvies…” Williams looks abit strained but clears her face to offer a smile. “I’m just glad you showed up when you did.”

“Yeah that was a lucky break, but I’m glad we ran into you. You did great down there.”

Williams smiles clearly now maybe even blushing slightly. “Thanks…Shepard. I hope I can do well on the Normandy too. Feels good to be welcomed like this.”

Chessa smirks some looking over her body. “If it helps I can welcome you another way too.”

Williams blinks and looks at her rather surprised by her bluntness. “Um err wow Shepard…I uh…” She clears her throat and gathers herself smiling. “I appreciate the offer and err interest, but sorry I’m straight.”

Chessa smirks and giggles some loving seeing the unexpected reactions to her flirting and at times blunt offers. “I see. Well sorry I threw you a curveball there, but no harm done. Thanks for being honest with me. If you want, Armstrong is likely down in the hold working on weapons. He’s lost a few units so he might be able help with that. Catch ya later.”

Williams was still fairly stunned but nods as Chessa walks off. “Ya…later…”

Chessa decides against bugging Anderson and instead slips down to the cargo bay. She moves into engineering to chat some with the engineers then the requisitions officer, promising him to get more licenses for his wares. It was then she noticed Armstrong, right where she said he was, sitting by the lockers cleaning his weapons. She looks around not seeing Williams, and took a breath before heading over to him. A smile is forced on her face, speaking just before reaching him. “Hey you.”

Armstrong doesn’t budge as he continues cleaning. “That’s Commander Armstrong to you, Commander Shepard. And I didn’t hear a salute in your voice.”

Chessa groans some, shaking her head and moves to the side of the table, leaning over it. “You know, people would like you more if you let up some and actually tried to get along with them.”

Armstrong scoffs, turning and looking at her, “Yes and I'd make friends, then I take said friends into the field and they die. Then I end up with even more emotional baggage from losing more friends to those damned aliens. Its better I stick to my work, and nothing more. I’m a soldier. I listen to orders, do those orders, and then sleep well at night.” He then turns back to his work taking a breath.

Shepard’s smile fades as she bites her lip, thinking a moment before looking down then back up at him. “I know it must have been hard to lose everything to those slavers, but you can’t let it keep bugging you like this. It wasn’t the council races that attacked you. It was Batarians.”

Armstrong slams his hands down on the table and turns, glaring at her. “Yes, it was those damned Batarians. They killed everyone I knew and cared for, and if not for an Alliance patrol I’d be dead too or some slave to a worthless scum-sucking alien. So I repay my debt by serving the Alliance without question, like you should be doing as well. Also, unlike you, anyone under my command that isn't up to par either leaves my command by choice or dies in the field. Now if we are done here Commander, I have a job to do- cleaning these guns. Not have idle chit chat with a fraternizing, soft-hearted, hairball like you!” He lets out a growl then returns to his cleaning.

Shepard just stood there blinking in shock. She had no idea it was this touchy of a subject with him, and she didn’t mean to set him off like she did. “Ah...I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m just trying to get to know you. Trying to prove everyone wrong, that you’re more than just a stubborn hard ass, and you actually do care about those under your command.” Silence was all she got as he just kept up his cleaning, not even giving her a slight glance. Shepard was at a loss for words. This guy was like a mountain in more ways than one, and she doubted she could break through to him, at least for now. She looks down frowning, but raises her eyes to looks at his. “Look, I apologize if I crossed any boundaries I shouldn’t have. I just wanted to get to know you and, well, say thanks for not blaming the failure of the mission on me…” She goes to turn but a sigh came from him, pausing her mid step.

His voice came out soft, almost caring, but still carried that firm military tone. “Look, you’re a good kid. I can see it in you. You know your way around the battlefield, and your tactical knowledge and skill is well beyond your rank. Your sniping skills are second to none, and you have the quickest pistol I’ve ever seen. If you could just settle yourself down and get your hormones in check, you’d be an amazing soldier. Sorry, but that’s just not me. I’m not one for idle chit-chat, and getting all well to do with my crew. Anyone I get close to ends up dead, so it’s best I work as I am.” Shepard went to say something but he cut her off with a raise of his large hand. “That is just how it is, and I am done talking now. Dismissed, Commander.”

Shepard blinks as she was cut off again, and just gave a small nod to his words. What could she say, he was right. Every bit of it was right. She looks back down for a long moment then looks up, smiles and give a small salute to him. “Understood, Sir.” She then turns and leaves, heading back up the elevator and towards the cockpit. Armstrong watches her leave out the corner of his eye, and one could almost see a slight smile come to the large mans lips.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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One of a Kind - Ch.1 The Beginning
One of a Kind - Ch.3 The Citadel
" Shepard finds out their mission was more than a shakedown for the Normandy. She and Armstrong are candidates for the first human Spectre, and this is their first mission to retrieve a prothean beacon on the colony being attacked. Between the Geth, the mysterious hand in the distress call, and possibility of losing the beacon, things are looking quite grim.

Is the beacon the reason the geth have left the veil? Just what is that ominous hand reaching through the clouds, and can they manage to save the colony, beacon, and even their chance to become Spectres?


This is a custom story for the Mass Effect Trilogy starring a custom Shepard, Chessa. She is a furry which were created by Cerberus to be shock troops, but abandoned after a staged coup. The story will follow the base story and lore, but having played the games won't be required to follow along as I alter responses, characters, and other slight things to where the conversations will differ slightly, but still be the same overall. Still this is quite a large project for me and I hope any that reads it will enjoy it. There will be many of the relationships persued, and the story will vary from general to very adult.

Mass Effect and all characters, items, things, etc are copywrite Bioware.

Chessa character & story is mine.

Keywords
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 10 years, 9 months ago
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