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Alive - Two long years..She was dead. The commander Shepard, savior of the citadel, survivor of Akuze and survivor of Mindoir. The commander of the Normandy. The woman who did everything for her crew, dead, spaced, not coming back and lost forever. These morbid thought haunted me since Joker told us about the fate of Shepard, why she was not in the escape pod with him. It was the worst news I've ever heard in my entire life. Shepard had become more than my commander. She had become a companion, an listening ear, a friend. Not just for me, but also for the rest of the crew.
The months that followed the crew slowly dispersed. Everyone was going his or her own way. Alenko was stationed elsewhere, moving from colony to colony. Shepard had never answered his love back, but he still loved her. We could all see that about the way he mourned, how he isolated himself. He became a social wreck and bitter. Angry on himself and especially at Joker, who did nothing wrong. I couldn't blame him, I felt the same way.
Joker was grounded, by some mysterious vague reason of the Alliance and they withdrew his license. Liara simply disappeared one day, I remember I overheard some of her mumbling with words like 'job', 'Illium' and 'Shadow broker'. Tali returned to the Migrant Fleet, I don't know what became of her. Wrex returned to his home world, Tuchanka, to reunite the Krogan under one banner. Clan Urdnot. I respect his goals and what he's trying to achieve. I hope I can see him again sometime in the future.
As for me, I went to Omega. I worked as a pestilence, cleaning most of the scumbags in the streets of Omega. I dealt from smuggling activities to killing mercenaries. After some good 'deeds'. The mob started to call me Archangel, I liked that. It reminded me of something so strong and beautiful just like Shepard was in my eyes. After some time, I had quite a group that helped me with my activities and soon enough we went after the 3 big merc groups and we were betrayed. Everyone of them got killed.
I never told them my real name, who I really was. That side of me was dead, I was just Archangel. I didn't want to remember Garrus. The C-sec officer that joined the young spectre Shepard in the war against the Geth, Saren and Sovereign. The Garrus who stood by her when she confronted Saren, trying to persuade him to surrender. The Garrus who thought she was killed by the impact of one of the fragments of Sovereign but was proved the contra wise when she appeared from beneath the rubble, clenching her right arm and grinning like hell. That Garrus was dead.
But was revived when she reappeared in his scope on that horrible one way bridge. Alive and killing mercenaries in front of her, like only Shepard could do. I grinned and felt alive again.
After two long years..