The Bitter Angel [1/?]
anonymous
February 12 2013, 21:24:11 UTC
Title: The Bitter Angel
Summary: A young sentinel walked out of Akuze alone and managed to retain her gentle persona. But when she encounters a thresher maw years later, Shepard’s suppressed guilt and anguish turn her into a vengeful force that even she doesn’t recognize.
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Beware the level plains around… For something lies in wait till found… So listen for the rumbling sound… The devil dwells beneath the ground.
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The dusty wind howled against the exterior of the Mako as it sped bumpily across the desolate surface of Edolus. Shepard’s gloved hands on the controls tightened in response to the sense of foreboding clawing at her insides, and she heard her own breathing grow ragged in the confines of her helmet. The mission to locate a team of missing marines had summoned a series of memories that she’d spent years blocking in the darkest recesses of her mind. The last time an entire unit had disappeared, it was because fifty marines had been slaughtered and one had barely escaped alive.
It shouldn’t have been her.
“Commander?” Garrus asked softly from beside her, his voice coming in through the communications channel.
She willed herself to calm down as her eyes remained trained on the viewing monitor. “Yes?”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
He said nothing else, but Wrex issued a disbelieving snort behind them. “What’s the matter, Shepard? Your own driving finally making you motion sick?”
She ignored the quip and glanced down at the coordinates of the distress call, seeing their destination fast approaching. The rock highlands lined either side of the Mako’s jagged path due north until suddenly the roughness ceased when the terrain smoothed out. They emerged into a barren expanse of flat land, and while Garrus and Wrex muttered to themselves in relief, Shepard’s stomach turned into lead.
Summary: A young sentinel walked out of Akuze alone and managed to retain her gentle persona. But when she encounters a thresher maw years later, Shepard’s suppressed guilt and anguish turn her into a vengeful force that even she doesn’t recognize.
x-x-x-x-x
Beware the level plains around…
For something lies in wait till found…
So listen for the rumbling sound…
The devil dwells beneath the ground.
x-x-x-x-x
The dusty wind howled against the exterior of the Mako as it sped bumpily across the desolate surface of Edolus. Shepard’s gloved hands on the controls tightened in response to the sense of foreboding clawing at her insides, and she heard her own breathing grow ragged in the confines of her helmet. The mission to locate a team of missing marines had summoned a series of memories that she’d spent years blocking in the darkest recesses of her mind. The last time an entire unit had disappeared, it was because fifty marines had been slaughtered and one had barely escaped alive.
It shouldn’t have been her.
“Commander?” Garrus asked softly from beside her, his voice coming in through the communications channel.
She willed herself to calm down as her eyes remained trained on the viewing monitor. “Yes?”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
He said nothing else, but Wrex issued a disbelieving snort behind them. “What’s the matter, Shepard? Your own driving finally making you motion sick?”
She ignored the quip and glanced down at the coordinates of the distress call, seeing their destination fast approaching. The rock highlands lined either side of the Mako’s jagged path due north until suddenly the roughness ceased when the terrain smoothed out. They emerged into a barren expanse of flat land, and while Garrus and Wrex muttered to themselves in relief, Shepard’s stomach turned into lead.
Beware the level plains around…
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