Death by Snoo Snoo
Hey, BumbleBeePixie, this one's for you.
Thanks for the inspiration.
(Though really this just wouldn't get out of my head.
I secretly blame you.)
Shepard had been this close. This close to completing her purpose.
Tim stared at the screen. Just perfect. He had said no. He had been sending negative signals all night long, telling that asari to get the snap out. He had never approved of killing a Justicar to take up with the murderer. It seemed so foolish. You couldn't trust killers. Especially ones that watched you kill their mother.
Shepard was not listening. Not at all. Why did no one ever listen to him? Believe it or not, he actually did know what he was talking about. People like Aardat Yakshi were meant to be left alone. Genetics at their most hostile. But no, Shepard had to see the good in people, even if it didn't exist.
This was one such case.
She had deluded herself into thinking that this, this thing, had a heart. Or rather, that Shepard was immune to the killing effects of Aardat Yakshi. Miranda had mentioned something about the reasoning behind it all. Sure, it made sense, but he thought Shepard was smarter than that.
Surely the commander had better sense than to even risk the mission like that. This had to be a hoax. This was such a slip up.
It was much worse than that, of course. The entire galaxy was now at risk. Odds, lower than before. Almost zero, now. What was he going to do? He'd spent other people's credits bringing this woman back, and now...
God, he was so angry. Not angry, pissed.
He considered typing up the execution order for this Morinth. It was a simple matter. But now with Shepard...gone... he needed every asset. Every player on the board needed to be present, because the queen had fallen, but not the king. Castles, knights, and bishops were all in place, waiting from the orders from the king, from him.
He started filling out the forms, something to ease his mind.
Name, Shepard.
Sex, Female
Age, 32 (?)
Cause of death,
This one left Tim blank. What, exactly, was he supposed to put there? Cause of death was an Aardat Yakshi, a one in eighteen million chance. But of course, Shepard was the one to beat the odds. That was- God, he couldn't keep thinking about it. He just wanted to break something.
He spent half an hour staring at the screen. Then he snapped his fingers and typed it in.
Cause of death, Death by Snoo Snoo.
Tim laughed darkly, and hoped Shepard turned over in her space grave.
A/N: Yes. It is Tim, not TIM. Though TIM is Tim. TIM=Tim. Tim is just my imaginary first name for him because I doubt he calls himself TIM.
And I used a dirty word and I don't like it. I don't like that word at all. Some things feel less icky.