Warrior - Epilogue
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March 1 2011, 20:43:23 UTC
Shepard stood in the shower and let the hot water splash over her face and trickle down to her toes. She felt stiff and her muscles ached, her pussy and asshole tender and sensitive to even the slightest touch. As the last of the cum was washed away she considered the night's events. It had been no inexperienced virgin that had hidden in the shadows in the cargo hold, listening intently as Jack and the krogan bantered. They were all warriors, tough lovers with rough lives and the scars to prove both. She bit her lip as she recalled the heat of the encounter, the supernatural strength and fire that had suddenly welled within her. The feeling of hard krogan dick and rough tongue and the mad mindless kissing as Jack's lips wrestled with hers. The only other feeling that paralleled it was in the heat of battle, a gun in her hand and comrades at her side against heavy odds as the world burned around them.
Until that moment fucking as a warrior hadn't entered the equation. Shepard had always been a consummate soldier, the sides of her that existed in and out of a uniform divergent, apart. This was a necessity in the Alliance where an officer had to be a diplomat as well as fighter and each had a life waiting for them beyond their station - a family, a partner, a peace job, a whole different life they would one day have to rebuild.
Shepard stepped out of the shower drying herself until she caught her reflection in the fish tank, the faintest of impressions in it's calming blue aura. She saw the scars running down her face, chest and flanks, some of them recent. She saw the unnatural hint of light behind her left eye, the result of having to flee the Lazarus facility before her 'resurrection' was complete. Who she had been before was no longer enough. There was too much to fight for to allow the different parts of herself to stay separate. Like coal being crushed to diamond they had come together under the pressure. Her passion and her logic, her actions in battle and life, her fighting and her fucking. Now she was a total warrior, craven for battle in a world that demanded it on a ship full of warriors - for money, lost lovers, justice, family, race and all under a will for survival. She had never felt stronger. She was now a warrior in everything.
At least now, she thought as she pulled on fresh overalls, she could start enjoying a few perks with the job...
"Commander, we have a message incoming from an unidentified Alliance source, Emergency Protocol 5. Audio only."
Shepard tensed. Her mouth went dry. "Thanks EDI. Put it through."
"Commander, Admiral Hackett here. I'm sure you already know something from your own sources but I thought you might want a heads up. We're getting scattered reports from near the Terminus system. Stations, colonies going dark. The Turians are telling us they've lost contact with their 2nd fleet. Expect a call from the Council soon. They want you to investigate."
"I see. Anything else I should know?"
"Only that everyone's scared out of their minds. Good luck. Hackett out."
Shepard got up from her desk and went to her locker. The ache of her muscles had vanished. She felt the adrenalin coursing through her system, her mind racing and alert, a fire in her gut starting to blaze again. She punched in her code and it slid open silently revealing her N7 armour. Impeccably maintained she knew it was in perfect working order yet still it carried some of the scars of battle, scratches and burn marks marring it's paint, some even mirroring her own. "EDI?"
"Yes Shepard?"
"Put the ship on alert status. Rouse all crew. As soon as Joker is at his post I want him to put in a course to the Terminus systems, full speed. All fire team members are to be armed and ready to go at a moment's notice. I want full diagnostics on all systems." She never paused for breath as she clipped on her armour, heaving her heavy chest plate and strapping it as tight as she could. It felt good. All over the ship sirens were already blaring and lights flashed and raced along the corridors as men and women rushed to their posts.
"Yes Commander. Commander, we have an incoming transmission from the Citadel Council. Shall I put them through?"
"Put them on hold." That felt good too. "We're at war."
Until that moment fucking as a warrior hadn't entered the equation. Shepard had always been a consummate soldier, the sides of her that existed in and out of a uniform divergent, apart. This was a necessity in the Alliance where an officer had to be a diplomat as well as fighter and each had a life waiting for them beyond their station - a family, a partner, a peace job, a whole different life they would one day have to rebuild.
Shepard stepped out of the shower drying herself until she caught her reflection in the fish tank, the faintest of impressions in it's calming blue aura. She saw the scars running down her face, chest and flanks, some of them recent. She saw the unnatural hint of light behind her left eye, the result of having to flee the Lazarus facility before her 'resurrection' was complete. Who she had been before was no longer enough. There was too much to fight for to allow the different parts of herself to stay separate. Like coal being crushed to diamond they had come together under the pressure. Her passion and her logic, her actions in battle and life, her fighting and her fucking. Now she was a total warrior, craven for battle in a world that demanded it on a ship full of warriors - for money, lost lovers, justice, family, race and all under a will for survival. She had never felt stronger. She was now a warrior in everything.
At least now, she thought as she pulled on fresh overalls, she could start enjoying a few perks with the job...
"Commander, we have a message incoming from an unidentified Alliance source, Emergency Protocol 5. Audio only."
Shepard tensed. Her mouth went dry. "Thanks EDI. Put it through."
"Commander, Admiral Hackett here. I'm sure you already know something from your own sources but I thought you might want a heads up. We're getting scattered reports from near the Terminus system. Stations, colonies going dark. The Turians are telling us they've lost contact with their 2nd fleet. Expect a call from the Council soon. They want you to investigate."
"I see. Anything else I should know?"
"Only that everyone's scared out of their minds. Good luck. Hackett out."
Shepard got up from her desk and went to her locker. The ache of her muscles had vanished. She felt the adrenalin coursing through her system, her mind racing and alert, a fire in her gut starting to blaze again. She punched in her code and it slid open silently revealing her N7 armour. Impeccably maintained she knew it was in perfect working order yet still it carried some of the scars of battle, scratches and burn marks marring it's paint, some even mirroring her own. "EDI?"
"Yes Shepard?"
"Put the ship on alert status. Rouse all crew. As soon as Joker is at his post I want him to put in a course to the Terminus systems, full speed. All fire team members are to be armed and ready to go at a moment's notice. I want full diagnostics on all systems." She never paused for breath as she clipped on her armour, heaving her heavy chest plate and strapping it as tight as she could. It felt good. All over the ship sirens were already blaring and lights flashed and raced along the corridors as men and women rushed to their posts.
"Yes Commander. Commander, we have an incoming transmission from the Citadel Council. Shall I put them through?"
"Put them on hold." That felt good too. "We're at war."
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