A/N: Bioware owns all. Strictly for personal enjoyment.
Rated: M for strong language & sexual content
Pairing: Femshep/Liara however it may change
Story is based in the ME universe and there will be some familiar stuff going on but there will be some creative hoopla with characters, personalities, and ages. Oh and this is my first fan fiction so please be gentle . This will be the semi introduction to my Shepard, to kinda give you guys a brief look into her persona. Hope you like it. All comments are welcomed. Enjoy
Prologue: Proficient Business Woman
Earth: New York
"Let me explain what is happening. Your carotid artery and trachea has just been severed. It feels like cups of warm water are rapidly flowing down your chest but if you were to look down you'd relies, it was your own blood. The brain is not getting the oxygen it needs. You have one to three minutes before you go into unconscious. Death will follow soon after."
The man sits up from his bed while grab his throat. His eyes widening as he look on in panic seeing the female before him kneel at his side. She was staring menacingly at him before she got up walking away again to begin her dialogue.
"Right now you're feeling woozy and next a wave of nausea has over taken you. Then your vision will start to cloud, darkness surpassing you as death finally welcomes you into its arms."
She heard the thud of the man's body hit the floor, as she began to whip the blood from her knife onto her thigh. Turning around to view her handy work, she ignited a cigarette. Clouds of exhaled grey came out of lips as she sighed. Putting away her knife and pulling out her omni tool, she proceeded to whip all the security feeds of her being in the complex. After grabbing the credits she was owed, she left the apartment disappearing into the night.
It was dark outside and freezing rain was pouring down upon her, however she didn't shiver. Walking underneath an old bridge, she crouches near a small puddle leaking into the sewers. At seventeen years of age, Demi Shepard was a proficient business woman. Providing whatever her customers wants was her job. She liked to think of herself as a connoisseur getting the job done properly. Only when the costumer didn't reimburse her for the labor, did she take such drastic measures.
A raspy voice speaks behind the bars of the manhole.
"Puppets on a string dance to the conductor's magic wand. It's time for a new consciousness to awaken and take flight. The fate of those who never fly can be found only at a certain time?"
Blowing the clouds of smoke into the manhole, Demi replied, "The crow flies at midnight". Moments later Demi was descending into her gangs secrete lair. Walls of graffiti reading the Tenth Street Reds sprayed all along the walls with their logo. A rose with its veins and thorns wrapping around a skull. Walking into the commons of their hide out, she was greeted with a site. A group was surrounding her best friend Toombs, as he danced around in red laced thong singing very badly, "Like a virgin touch for the very first time, like a virgin, something something next to mine, GONNA GIVE ALL MY LOVE, BOOOY"!
Smirking she smashed her cigarette and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she watched the scene. Toombs was a seventeen year old British punk, she meet as a teen in the favelas (slums) of Rio de Janeiro. He was being pick on by some older kids when she stuck up for him, earning her a beating. They've been attach to the hip ever since. Chuckling lightly she couldn't help but think that Toombs wasn't that bad to look at in a thong. Rubbing his manly hairy chest, Toombs was about to let off another verse when he saw her. Busting into a wide grin he proceeded to walk over to her.
"You bloody wanker, enjoy the show. I hope you know I prefer my creds upfront". Toombs points to the group behind him as he says, "these blokes just don't appreciate a good showman".
"I wouldn't pay a single cred to watch your pale ass to continue to attempt to sing," Demi said in an impish tone. A semi-murderous look was thrown her way before Toombs broke into another wide grin responding, "Oh piss off you horse fucking muppet, my mum says I have the voice of an angel". Demi lets out a deep throaty laugh saying, "Your mothers a whore and it's hard for her to hear with all cocks in her ear, speaking of which cover up".
"You fucking twat, take that back", Toombs demands playfully pushing her while giggling like a school girl. Shaking her head no, Demi starts to walk towards her room motioning Toombs to follow. "Where's Shane?" she asked. "He's meeting some Asari, something about a bloody upcoming job for the gang", Toombs says while entering Demi's room. Crossing his arms as he leans against the wall he declares, "It's got his knickers all in a pinch, being a bloody prick about it too, saying information is on a need to know bases". Demi sits on her bed while she shakes her head not liking the idea of their leader going off alone and not telling the gang about it. "Don't know when he'll be back but in the mean time, he says you're in charge", Toombs states while sit ting down next to her on the bed. Turning to gaze at her, he begins grinning saying, "So my dear commander…. Shall we shag now or shag later". "Um how bout never", she states while smashing a pillow to his face.
Getting up to leave Toombs laughs decreeing, "You are a bloody tosser and I do not wish you a good night madam". Slamming her door dramatically, Demi sighed then softly chuckled at her best friend before turning in for the night.
