The Hero's End of War 1d/3
anonymous
October 26 2015, 19:55:47 UTC
"Why are you being so persistent?"
"I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be around people who look up to me. I want to help people, but I don't want to do deal with everything that being a marine or spectre entails, like paperwork and dealing with assholes. And I just want to be a soldier again, just give me my orders and let me do the job. I don't want to give orders, I don't want that responsibility and I'm honestly not sure I could handle it at the moment anyway."
"Why me?"
"You're the only one I can think of whom fits all the criteria and I really like you, I think you're awesome and I respect you a lot." Then after a long breath Shepard deflated, adding, "I won't bother you anymore. I mean I have other options, good ones. Not as good as you though. Garrus was talking about maybe going back to Omega and doing his Archangel thing again. I'd call myself the Demon; Archangel and the Demon. Grunt wants to be the first krogan spectre. That doesn't seem realistic, but I could train him a bit. There's also Kasumi, she's been acting more like Robin Hood since the war and I think I could get her to go full do-gooder if I joined her. I might try Liara next though; I don't think she's doing anything evil or at least not too evil. I could help tone her down if she is, maybe..."
The human's rambling gave Samara enough time to consider her reply fully and a little over half a minute after Shepard trailed off she said, "We can at least give traveling together a try."
For the second time that day the ancient Justicar was bombarded with a girlish squeal followed up quickly by a powerful hug that trapped her arms against her sides. If not for her armor she might have been injured. There had to be something seriously wrong with the former commander; adults, let alone marines, don't act that way. As she was being affectionately crushed she swore to determine the human's problem before they parted ways again. She would give it as much time as was necessary. There was no need to rush since having Shepard at her side would only help her in her duties. Though she didn't yet realize it at that moment, it would also give her a renewed sense of purpose.
Samara ended up not leaving the ship, since neither of them had any further business on the station they decided to depart right away. They did not, however, have a destination in mind. With control of the flight plan resting on the Justicar's shoulders she reached out to her contacts, which now because of Shepard included the Shadow Broker, for a place in need of her assistance and with chaos reigning in much of the galaxy in the aftermath of the war finding such a place wasn't too difficult. She decided on a troubled system rather than a specific objective so she could go over living arrangements with her new roommate. Something she hadn't done in over seven-hundred years, back in her university days. She'd probably get along with Lidanya just fine today, but back then they could not have been any more opposite from one another; a rebellious youth with no plans for a future versus an honor roll student with designs for a military career. The stick-in-the-mud infuriated her on so many occasions, luckily that didn't seem like it would be the case with this companion.
An hour into the voyage the matriarch was proven wrong and a non-military use for the second deck was found, it would serve as her room. She needed nothing and a spartan space suited her just fine, although she did enjoy gazing at the stars from the observation deck on the Normandy. She only occasionally required sleep and whenever she did she would simply use the couch. Such accommodations were actually far nicer than she was used to. With the essentials set their journey began.
"Why are you being so persistent?"
"I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be around people who look up to me. I want to help people, but I don't want to do deal with everything that being a marine or spectre entails, like paperwork and dealing with assholes. And I just want to be a soldier again, just give me my orders and let me do the job. I don't want to give orders, I don't want that responsibility and I'm honestly not sure I could handle it at the moment anyway."
"Why me?"
"You're the only one I can think of whom fits all the criteria and I really like you, I think you're awesome and I respect you a lot." Then after a long breath Shepard deflated, adding, "I won't bother you anymore. I mean I have other options, good ones. Not as good as you though. Garrus was talking about maybe going back to Omega and doing his Archangel thing again. I'd call myself the Demon; Archangel and the Demon. Grunt wants to be the first krogan spectre. That doesn't seem realistic, but I could train him a bit. There's also Kasumi, she's been acting more like Robin Hood since the war and I think I could get her to go full do-gooder if I joined her. I might try Liara next though; I don't think she's doing anything evil or at least not too evil. I could help tone her down if she is, maybe..."
The human's rambling gave Samara enough time to consider her reply fully and a little over half a minute after Shepard trailed off she said, "We can at least give traveling together a try."
For the second time that day the ancient Justicar was bombarded with a girlish squeal followed up quickly by a powerful hug that trapped her arms against her sides. If not for her armor she might have been injured. There had to be something seriously wrong with the former commander; adults, let alone marines, don't act that way. As she was being affectionately crushed she swore to determine the human's problem before they parted ways again. She would give it as much time as was necessary. There was no need to rush since having Shepard at her side would only help her in her duties. Though she didn't yet realize it at that moment, it would also give her a renewed sense of purpose.
Samara ended up not leaving the ship, since neither of them had any further business on the station they decided to depart right away. They did not, however, have a destination in mind. With control of the flight plan resting on the Justicar's shoulders she reached out to her contacts, which now because of Shepard included the Shadow Broker, for a place in need of her assistance and with chaos reigning in much of the galaxy in the aftermath of the war finding such a place wasn't too difficult. She decided on a troubled system rather than a specific objective so she could go over living arrangements with her new roommate. Something she hadn't done in over seven-hundred years, back in her university days. She'd probably get along with Lidanya just fine today, but back then they could not have been any more opposite from one another; a rebellious youth with no plans for a future versus an honor roll student with designs for a military career. The stick-in-the-mud infuriated her on so many occasions, luckily that didn't seem like it would be the case with this companion.
An hour into the voyage the matriarch was proven wrong and a non-military use for the second deck was found, it would serve as her room. She needed nothing and a spartan space suited her just fine, although she did enjoy gazing at the stars from the observation deck on the Normandy. She only occasionally required sleep and whenever she did she would simply use the couch. Such accommodations were actually far nicer than she was used to. With the essentials set their journey began.
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