My first ever Mass Effect fanfic and fourth video game based fanfic. I just started playing it and I love it. I'm planning on getting the other two, but some people say that the last one sucks ass because of the ending. Seeing the ending, yeah it does have a lame ending. This one is based on the first game (aka the one I'm playing).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mass Effect or its characters. You don't either (unless by some chance you do, hi!).
WARNING: Contains (mostly) renegade Shepard and character and mission bashing…LOTS of bashing mind you. Just warning you ahead of time.
Matthew Shepard held his head against the wall, trying to listen in on Captain Anderson and Ambassador Udina's conversation. It sounded like they were trying to pick someone to be the Executive Officer on the Normandy. He was praying that his name came up somewhere in the conversation. Hadn't he done enough to earn a spot on the ship? Sure it had resulted in the deaths of his fellow comrades, but fuck! It got the job done, didn't it?
It had to be him. If it wasn't, let's just say whoever they did pick would have a long talk with Shepard. To be honest, the only reason he even wanted to be picked was because of one person and one person only…that Kaiden guy. He had worked with the guy a couple of times and found the guy a nice piece of work…in a good way mind you. He was an alright guy and good looking too.
"What about Shepard?" he heard one of them say. Did they just say his name? He squealed like a teenage girl…a very loud teenage girl. He covered his mouth and quickly started out the nearest window just as someone came around the corner.
"What was that noise?" Shepard heard someone ask him.
Feeling too embarrassed to face the person, he pretend as if he was too far into his own thoughts to notice. Indeed he had been picked by Captain Anderson and it made him swell up with pure pride at the chance and being near that nice piece of ass, Kaiden.