The Mutiny (Fill) (5/5)
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August 14 2013, 23:11:39 UTC
Shepard opened her eyes and a second later was firing out of the doorframe, ducking back into cover as automatic rifle fire tore up the door frame, and something knocked her backwards.
Glancing down, she saw her vest was starting to be soaked red.
Second wound. Gutshot.
She could hold it together. Take out Ashley, command EDI to lock down the ship, patch herself up, then purge the ship of traitors.
Her thoughts juddered around the first step of the plan, and started to grind slower around the last. Who had betrayed her? Adams, Joker, Garrus, Liara, Vega, Kenneth? Traynor? Others, off the ship? Miranda, Jack? Hackett?
She could do it. She'd keep her purge to her ship. She could do it. Don't bother with anyone off ship until later. Give them a chance to back off, let her fight the war her way.
She'd just have to kill Ashley first. The same Ashley who was the first person she'd opened up to in over a decade. The same Ashley she'd given her heart to, only to have it tossed back when she'd returned from the dead.
She...she could do it.
Gripping her seized weapon, Shepard lurched out of the door frame, took aim-
-a shotgun blast caught her in the side of the head-
-and collapsed to the floor, her fingers unable to keep a grip on her weapon.
Looking up at the ceiling, she heard movement, two figures moving around. One moved close, kneeling down beside her.
“A...a-ashley.” Shepard said, moving her head to look at the kneeling figure. She felt skin and synthetic-biological bond muscles flop loose against metal-bonded skull.
“Skipper.” The kneeling figure said. “Amanda. I'm sorry it came to this.”
“Did...what you thought. Needed.” Shepard gurgled out. “Good choice. For spectre.”
“What was necessary, yes. Not good.”
“Beat me...to it.” Shepard said, smiling through a ruined set of teeth. Half of them were probably spread over the room by the shotgun blast to the face. Ashley and her team were good shots. Knew exactly what to do to stop her.
“Shepard?” Ashley asked, but she didn't answer that question.
“So...she betrayed me, huh?”
“Who?”
“Traynor. Specialist Samantha. Had access codes.”
“She didn't do anything, Amanda.” She felt Ashley grip her hand. “She was shot resisting my team after they boarded.”
“Don't believe. You.” Shepard said. “But thanks...for the. The lie.”
“I'm telling the truth, skipper.”
“Doesn't matter. It's...your turn now. Made first sacrifice. Good. Good spectre. Good butcher.”
“I'm not going to make your choices, skipper.”
“I know. Different ones. New sacrifices. For survival. Hey. Ash?”
“Yes, Amanda?”
“Always. Always wanted to. Take you, take you to.”
“...Amanda?”
“It's not fun.” Shepard said, gripping Ashley's hand. She was bleeding out, and crying. Whenever did she cry?
“I know, Amanda. I know.”
“Hey. I've never...had a chance. To go with you. To...to.”
“...Amanda?” Ashley asked. “...goodbye, Amanda. I love you.”
Spectre Ashley Williams, the second and now only human spectre, stood up, coated in the blood of the first.
Glancing down, she saw her vest was starting to be soaked red.
Second wound. Gutshot.
She could hold it together. Take out Ashley, command EDI to lock down the ship, patch herself up, then purge the ship of traitors.
Her thoughts juddered around the first step of the plan, and started to grind slower around the last. Who had betrayed her? Adams, Joker, Garrus, Liara, Vega, Kenneth? Traynor? Others, off the ship? Miranda, Jack? Hackett?
She could do it. She'd keep her purge to her ship. She could do it. Don't bother with anyone off ship until later. Give them a chance to back off, let her fight the war her way.
She'd just have to kill Ashley first. The same Ashley who was the first person she'd opened up to in over a decade. The same Ashley she'd given her heart to, only to have it tossed back when she'd returned from the dead.
She...she could do it.
Gripping her seized weapon, Shepard lurched out of the door frame, took aim-
-a shotgun blast caught her in the side of the head-
-and collapsed to the floor, her fingers unable to keep a grip on her weapon.
Looking up at the ceiling, she heard movement, two figures moving around. One moved close, kneeling down beside her.
“A...a-ashley.” Shepard said, moving her head to look at the kneeling figure. She felt skin and synthetic-biological bond muscles flop loose against metal-bonded skull.
“Skipper.” The kneeling figure said. “Amanda. I'm sorry it came to this.”
“Did...what you thought. Needed.” Shepard gurgled out. “Good choice. For spectre.”
“What was necessary, yes. Not good.”
“Beat me...to it.” Shepard said, smiling through a ruined set of teeth. Half of them were probably spread over the room by the shotgun blast to the face. Ashley and her team were good shots. Knew exactly what to do to stop her.
“Shepard?” Ashley asked, but she didn't answer that question.
“So...she betrayed me, huh?”
“Who?”
“Traynor. Specialist Samantha. Had access codes.”
“She didn't do anything, Amanda.” She felt Ashley grip her hand. “She was shot resisting my team after they boarded.”
“Don't believe. You.” Shepard said. “But thanks...for the. The lie.”
“I'm telling the truth, skipper.”
“Doesn't matter. It's...your turn now. Made first sacrifice. Good. Good spectre. Good butcher.”
“I'm not going to make your choices, skipper.”
“I know. Different ones. New sacrifices. For survival. Hey. Ash?”
“Yes, Amanda?”
“Always. Always wanted to. Take you, take you to.”
“...Amanda?”
“It's not fun.” Shepard said, gripping Ashley's hand. She was bleeding out, and crying. Whenever did she cry?
“I know, Amanda. I know.”
“Hey. I've never...had a chance. To go with you. To...to.”
“...Amanda?” Ashley asked. “...goodbye, Amanda. I love you.”
Spectre Ashley Williams, the second and now only human spectre, stood up, coated in the blood of the first.
She had a war to win.
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