The Mutiny (Fill) (3/4)
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August 14 2013, 23:08:53 UTC
The skies above Rannoch burned.
Hundreds of ships were floating hulks, consumed by internal fires. Thousands of pieces of debris spiralled out from the battlezone, spreading out and multiplying with every impact, set to ruin navigation around the planet for generations.
Shepard watched, and knew this result was the best she could hope for. Another fleet to add to those already gathered. Human, Turian, Salarian, Krogan, Batarian, Geth.
Beside her, Spectre Williams looked on, grim faced.
“Was there no other way, Skipper?”
“I had to end it, Ash. You know that.” Shepard said quietly, doing her best to quash her doubts and doing badly, standing next to someone who knew her thought processes so well.
“Still can't believe the Quarians wouldn't back down.”
“They were a stubborn people. Unfortunately, that's all history will remember them for.” Shepard said, her tone hardening. “At least this way, we will have a history for them to be remembered in.”
Turning away, Shepard called out orders, instructing the crew to prepare the ship for departure. The war was not yet over.
- - -
Traynor was waiting for her.
“Samantha.” Shepard said, pausing in the doorway for a moment, adjusting. She had expected time to let her guard down, but now- “I wasn't expecting you.”
“You've made some difficult choices today. I know that. That's why I'm here.”
“I don't need-”
“Someone to listen? Or just someone who'll sit quietly, and play a game of chess? Or...well, I'm sure you get the idea.”
“I do, yes. Let's...let's play a game. Not chess, though. I'm...rubbish at it. As you know.”
“Last time we played, you were surprisingly good.”
Hundreds of ships were floating hulks, consumed by internal fires. Thousands of pieces of debris spiralled out from the battlezone, spreading out and multiplying with every impact, set to ruin navigation around the planet for generations.
Shepard watched, and knew this result was the best she could hope for. Another fleet to add to those already gathered. Human, Turian, Salarian, Krogan, Batarian, Geth.
Beside her, Spectre Williams looked on, grim faced.
“Was there no other way, Skipper?”
“I had to end it, Ash. You know that.” Shepard said quietly, doing her best to quash her doubts and doing badly, standing next to someone who knew her thought processes so well.
“Still can't believe the Quarians wouldn't back down.”
“They were a stubborn people. Unfortunately, that's all history will remember them for.” Shepard said, her tone hardening. “At least this way, we will have a history for them to be remembered in.”
Turning away, Shepard called out orders, instructing the crew to prepare the ship for departure. The war was not yet over.
- - -
Traynor was waiting for her.
“Samantha.” Shepard said, pausing in the doorway for a moment, adjusting. She had expected time to let her guard down, but now- “I wasn't expecting you.”
“You've made some difficult choices today. I know that. That's why I'm here.”
“I don't need-”
“Someone to listen? Or just someone who'll sit quietly, and play a game of chess? Or...well, I'm sure you get the idea.”
“I do, yes. Let's...let's play a game. Not chess, though. I'm...rubbish at it. As you know.”
“Last time we played, you were surprisingly good.”
“You still won.”
“Well, eight out of nine.”
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