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legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
thebioticwoman) wrote in legionworld2017-05-16 08:41 pm
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Who| Shepard & Anyone
What| A newbie settles in
Where| Around Legion World
When| Post-GAA/OM/TH&TH
Warnings/Notes| In thread headers where relevant
A - Training Room
Target shooting, beating the crap out of hard light dummies, practicing with her biotics--without a ship to run and an endless string of crises to resolve, Shepard spends a lot of time working out. The harder she presses herself the more relaxed she gets, movements loose and fluid whether she's reloading or tossing a holographic krogan across the ring. It's all a comforting throwback to when things were much less complicated, and after her enforced idleness back on Earth, she needs to get her edge back. Her team and the people she's serving will never get less than her best, and while that's always been damn good, it can also always be a little better.
She occasionally comes up for air and a drink of water, or in the case of biotic practice, a long pull from her energy shake. She looks over at her fellow Legionnaire as she takes her break.
"Hey."
Shepard makes friends with anything that doesn't get out of her way fast enough, and today? That's you.
B - Mess
Shepard can do her self-assigned homework anywhere, and today it's in the mess, over a lunch big enough for three people. The opposite of a picky eater, she's got her tray piled with whatever the cafeteria staff suggested, some of it unrecognizable. While she works her way through the meal, she's reading from a datapad, more attention on starship stats than food...until she hits something even her undemanding palate can't quite handle, and she looks down at her plate as if it's betrayed her personally. She trusted you, food.
Oh well, some problems have easy solutions.
"Pass the ketchup, would you?"
What| A newbie settles in
Where| Around Legion World
When| Post-GAA/OM/TH&TH
Warnings/Notes| In thread headers where relevant
A - Training Room
Target shooting, beating the crap out of hard light dummies, practicing with her biotics--without a ship to run and an endless string of crises to resolve, Shepard spends a lot of time working out. The harder she presses herself the more relaxed she gets, movements loose and fluid whether she's reloading or tossing a holographic krogan across the ring. It's all a comforting throwback to when things were much less complicated, and after her enforced idleness back on Earth, she needs to get her edge back. Her team and the people she's serving will never get less than her best, and while that's always been damn good, it can also always be a little better.
She occasionally comes up for air and a drink of water, or in the case of biotic practice, a long pull from her energy shake. She looks over at her fellow Legionnaire as she takes her break.
"Hey."
Shepard makes friends with anything that doesn't get out of her way fast enough, and today? That's you.
B - Mess
Shepard can do her self-assigned homework anywhere, and today it's in the mess, over a lunch big enough for three people. The opposite of a picky eater, she's got her tray piled with whatever the cafeteria staff suggested, some of it unrecognizable. While she works her way through the meal, she's reading from a datapad, more attention on starship stats than food...until she hits something even her undemanding palate can't quite handle, and she looks down at her plate as if it's betrayed her personally. She trusted you, food.
Oh well, some problems have easy solutions.
"Pass the ketchup, would you?"
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She can't quite keep all the bitterness out of her voice at the thought of standing a political trial to keep the Batarian Hegemony at bay. Under any circumstances she'd find it a betrayal by her superiors, but with the Reaper threat looming, jerking her around like they've been doing is unforgivable.
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"Okay," she says after a deliberate pause to ensure that her voice remains steady. "I'll skip the "did you commit terrorism and war crimes" line of questioning and start with "what did you do"?"
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"This is gonna take some background." She reaches for her omni-tool to provide visual aids, but cuts the gesture short when she remembers she doesn't have it. Fine, description will have to do.
"My galaxy is facing the total extinction of sapient life. There's a 50,000-year cycle that's been going on for millions of years--civilizations rise, achieve FTL spaceflight, and are then exterminated by machine race of sapient starships called the Reapers. We don't know why they do it. Hell, we just found out about it a few years ago...and we're at the end of our cycle." Shepard's never before laid it out in a few sentences like that, and she pauses for a second. It shouldn't be so simple to describe the end of everything.
"The Reapers outclass us in every possible way. It took the defense fleet of the capital of the largest galactic power and the human Fifth Fleet working together to kill one of them, with heavy losses doing it. The major powers have convinced themselves it was a fluke, one of the rogue species pouring all their resources into a single starship for an attack that failed. They're wrong." The bitterness is back, one too many fruitless conversations with the Council coloring her voice and making her shoulders tight.
"The bulk of the Reaper forces are still in dark space--outside the galaxy--but that's about to change. I've been doing everything I can to buy us time, and..." Shepard runs out of righteous indignation as the memories of everything she's done crowd close upon each other's heels, and she sighs. "...that's where the war crimes come in."
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"Continue," she says.
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"An organization called Cerberus retrieved my body and spent two years and a few billion credits bringing me back. They gave me a new ship, a crew, intelligence...all the resources I needed to chase down the Collectors and stop them from destroying human colonies and passing data to the Reapers. But I won't sugar-coat it: Cerberus is a violently xenophobic terrorist group devoted to the advancement of humanity at all costs. I don't believe I did anything immoral--hell, once we'd mopped up the Collectors I flew home and handed the ship and myself over to the Alliance--but I was an Alliance officer and a Council Spectre working with a bunch of human supremacist terrorists."
Shepard leans back in her chair, holding up a hand to forestall any comments. She knows the Cerberus thing isn't that big a deal, not in the face of the Reapers. What comes next is the real sticking point. "And then there's Aratoht.
"For reasons that are classified, I was sent on a solo infiltration mission deep in enemy space. It ended up being much bigger than anyone had realized. Galactic travel in my universe relies on enormous devices called mass relays...which were built by the Reapers millions of years ago. It turns out the one in Aratoht's system was the first, sort of a master key. And the Reapers were about to come through it.
"I rammed the damn thing with an asteroid." Shepard closes her eyes for a moment, remembering the decision to kill one world to save countless others.
"My ship jumped out right before impact, which is why I'm around to be telling the story, but the relays have enormous mass effect cores. Destabilizing one was like setting off a supernova. It killed all 300,000 of Aratoht's inhabitants." Shepard has no love for the Batarian Hegemony, but the colonists weren't the government, just ordinary people who ended up as collateral damage in a war for the survival not only of humanity, but of every civilization in the galaxy. She can't claim to regret the action, not really, but the enormity of it sneaks up on her sometimes when she's not expecting it, and she wonders how many Aratohts it will take for them to win, if victory is even possible.
Shepard shakes off her depressing woolgathering with a visible effort. "So. That's why I was relieved of duty and confined to quarters." She cocks her head, looking at Kid Quantum with a level expression. "I thought you had the right to know who you were bringing aboard."
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She makes a note to ask what a 'Spectre' is later, and listens to the rest of Shepard's story. She regards the sentient before her silently for a moment.
"Thank you for letting me know," she says. "I do appreciate it. You have the right to know that there are sentients on this team who, were they in our jurisdiction and we weren't facing the literal end of all realities everywhere, we'd be attempting to arrest." She doesn't look particularly happy about that, but it is what it is.
"That you turned yourself in when everything was over puts you ahead as far as I'm concerned. I'm sorry you were put in a position where you had to make that choice."
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She shifts in her seat, consciously releasing the tension of the last few minutes, and leans back, an arm across the chairback. "Speaking of hard calls, what's this about arrests? Is there anyone I shouldn't be turning my back on?"
No judgment. She's had people under her command who really should have been behind bars, morally if not legally. Sometimes things get dire enough you just grit your teeth and take all the help you can get.
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"Technically outside my jurisdiction, but what happens when this is all over? Amnesty? 10-minute head start?" She shakes her own head, not seeing a good solution. "I don't like the idea of just dumping violent criminals back on their home universes."