Ok, so after several months of writers block i finally manged to re-upload this with more consistent updating. Don't mind the grammer mistakes, I currently am waiting for a better computer to arrive. The one I am using has libre office, so no spell check. Looking forward to writing this, had the idea for a while now. Make suggestions, hack it to pieces, or love it. All criticism is helpful.
Commander Spatha Nager, Turian Seventh Fleet
I paused from my work to see a blue wave of pure energy rushing towards my ship, the Alexandreta, along with the rest of the Turian 7th Fleet. Despite the force of the blast, the ship held firm; humans sure know how to build a good ship. Before I could run diagnostics on the core systems, I was interrupted by the ship's VI, Vader.
"Sir, there is a hail from the admiral."
"Put him on." I said as I rushed to the comm. room just in time to see the Admiral's hologram shutter to existence.
"Sir, this is Commander Spatha Nager of the Alexandreta reporting," I replied, just like every time before.
"Commander, status report." demanded the admiral.
"Sir, all systems normal," I said as I got the green lights from the ships diagnostics. "It also appears that the crucible emitted some sort of blue energy."
"I know; I saw it. Everyone saw it. It appears to have driven the Reapers away."
"So it's a victory for us?"
"Not quite, while the Reapers have left, the Mass Drivers have been destroyed and so has the crucible."
"So that means..."
"Yes, the human, Commander Shepard is dead."
"Damn. What they hell do we do?"
"We rebuild," said the admiral as he disconnected.
Three Months Later-Kit'Reegar-Rannoch orbital station
"Finally they are done." I said as awaited to depart in the station orbiting Rannoch. After three months, the driver was repaired.
"Reports indicate that the Mass Driver is now operational," rambled the galactic news reporter. "This monumental undertaking of repairing the Mass Drivers would not have been possible with out the recovered reaper information cache, and the combined efforts of the council races and the abilities of the Prothean Javik, combined with the abilities of Dr. T'son..." the power was cut before it could finish.
"Oh no, don't tell me she..." Before I could finish, the door opened behind her as a familiar voice shouted at her.
"Where Keelah do you think you are going, Kit'Reegar!" Shouted Tali'Zora.
"Just for a little trip." I said, looking for another exit.
"Oh no you aren't. I promised your father that I would take care of you if anything happened to you."
"My father left me standing in field to go die in a war."
"Kal was one of the best soldiers the Quarians ever had. You should be lucky to have had him for a father."
"Lucky?" I said, clenching my fists. "I barely saw him growing up. And all he left me was a bag of medals and a damaged rocket launcher."
"I know this is hard on you, but I'm not loosing you too. I already lost Shepard, and Garrus had to go back to Palaven and couldn't bring me with him. You are all I have left."
"I know, but you have to let me go. I can't stand being here anymore. I want to go out and explore the universe."
"I know, but I promised your father..." Before Tali could finish, I embraced her.
"You have to let me go."
"Ok" she said, choking back tears.
As I left, she shout one last thing at me, "Keelah se'lai, you have the strength of your father."
"Thanks" I said as I headed for the docking bay.
Five months after Reaper War-Dante-Omega
As I walked through the streets of this vile place, I remember my old life as a Freelancer; killing other peoples enemies for living. That's how I almost died of the plague almost six years ago. That is also how I met Shepard. He helped save me, despite who I was. I owed it to him to change. I took up a new name, one from Earth lore; a man who walked through a land of pain and torment to emerge holy and clean on the other side. Shepard showed me kindness; it was my turn to return it.
"Excuse me sir, spare some food?" said a Vorcha as I passed.
"Sorry sir, but I don't have any food one me"
"Then how about you eat my blade!" he shouted as he drew a long knife. He barely had time to react. Before he could completely draw the blade, my omni-blades was at his throat, and the next second his head was across the street.
"I am surprised people like this can even survive like this." I said as I left his body in a mangled lump as I approached the Afterlife bar.
After a quick look around the floor, I went up see my employer: Aria T'loak.
"Hello, mistress" I said with a bow.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that, and what the fuck is with the bowing," she said from her seat with a glance in my direction.
"This is just my normal greeting," I said as I sat down.
"Well it's too...nice? I'm the Queen of Omega and the leader of the three biggest mercenary groups in the galaxy. What do you think people would think of me if they saw my employees bowing and greeting me like a pampered princess?"
"Well I..."
"Save your groveling. You're fired!"
"Why?" I said, leaping to my feet. "What for! I have done nothing wrong!"
"You've killed some of my men and some of your own employers."
"I only killed them because of their own choices in life. I only kill those who commit wrongs."
"Yeah, well let's see how that works without a home or credits. Guards!"
As much as I wanted to kill her and put an end to it all, I resisted. "I can walk myself out, gentlemen," I said as the guards grabbed my shoulders.
"Well good for you. However we were told to through you out, not let you walk yourself out," said the guard on my right. The one on the left brought his fist down on my head.
The next thing I knew, I was lying in a back alley with my all my possession, which were few in number, lying broken around me. 'At least my guns have ammo and my omni-blades work' I thought to myself. This wasn't the first time I was left to die on the streets of Omega.
My self-loathing was cut short by some commotion on the adjacent street. Two Vorcha, a Krogan, a human and a Batarian, loaded with guns and ammo, were closing in on a Turian and a Drell. They were completely unaware of their pursuers. I couldn't sit idly by and watch two men die at the hands of these criminals.
I grabbed my Phalanx and my Eviscerator and took chase. It didn't take long to catch up; they weren't moving very fast in order to avoid attention. They turned to face me, though it was already too late.
Before the Krogan could fully turn around, I plunged my shotgun's bayonet through his hump into his brain. Leaving the shotgun in his corpse, I knocked the Batarian's shotgun out of his hands onto the floor, where it bounced out of sight. I then brought my pistol's melee shock attachment to the human's unprotected face. The bone breaking force combined with the deadly voltage send his body twitching to the ground. The two Vorcha turned to face me, but by then I had drawn my omni-blades. Before they could react, I plunged one of my blades into each. As I threw down their corpses, the Batarian, who I had disarmed, aimed the shotgun that I left in the Krogan at my head.
A smile crept its way across his face as he pulled the trigger. His smile immediately changes to frown as the weapon whined from lack of a thermal clip. The fool thought I had left a loaded weapon in an enemy. Before he could plan his next move, I raised my wrist and sent a barrage of tiny blades soaring into his face. He fell, grabbing his face and screaming with agony. I walked over to him and aimed my pistol at his head. "Rest now, my brother," I said as I pulled the trigger.
"Impressive work," said a voice over my shoulder. I turned to see the Turian and Drell approaching me.
"I'll say. His skill is comparable to the assassin of my people," said the Drell.
"These men were after you," I said as I turned to leave.
"Then I guess I owe you my life," said the Turian as he moved in front of me. "Let me make it up to you."
"How would you do that?"
"I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Commander Spatha Nager of the Alexandreta," he said as he extended his hand to shake mine. "I would like to offer you a spot on my team."
"And what exactly would I be doing."
"Have you seen the galactic news? All the mercenary attacks? Rogue Krogan Clans? Cerberus Remnants? Geth Separatists?"
"What about them?"
"We're the ones who fix those problems."
"Alright, you've got me. Nothing left for me here anyways. Where do I sign up?"
"Just follow me," said the Turian as he walked around the corner."
Eight months after Reaper War-Duke-Noveria
"Duke, come in Duke. What is your status, over?" crackled the shuttle's radio.
"Working on getting into position," I said.
"What the hell is taking you so long?"
"Just took a little side-trip," I said as I leveled out the shuttle.
"Well don't. We're risking a lot letting you use that modified civilian vehicle, and these delays aren't reassuring either."
"Anything else you got a problem with?"
"One more thing: what the hell kind Drell name is Duke!"
"Not a Drell name sir. Just something I picked up after the Hanar booted me off their planet."
"Any reason I should be concerned about this?
"No. They kicked me off for being reckless, much like what you're complaining about. No trouble to me, though. Those Hanar are sticklers to their ways. You step out line one time and they kick you off the planet."
"What did you do!" demanded the commander over the radio.
"Let's just say I took a diplomats shuttle for a little ride around the citadel after I dropped him off. And I may have accidentally run it out of fuel and crashed it through several merchant shops and other shuttles. I didn't cause any injuries though."
"Well that's just great. The pilot I hire is one who takes shuttles for rides and destroys thing with them. Well, are you near the site now?"
"Yep. Deploying now."
"Don't you need to land first?"
"Nope. That's for the autopilot to do." Before he could respond, I grabbed my Viper and leapt. As I fell, enemy fire started flying past my head.
"Idiot can't aim, can they?" I said as I brought my rifle up and opened fire. I picked two off before I started to get dangerously close to the ground. Before impact, I threw a lift grenade. The upward force of the grenade counteracted the force of the fall, allowing me to land with just a bit of force. Nothing I could get hurt from though.
"What the hell was that!" screamed the commander's voice in my ear. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"Calm down Spatha, I'm fine."
"Drop your weapons, now!" screamed an enemy trooper, pointing his Hornet at my face.
"As you say." I said as I set my rifle down. He hesitated, and I struck. The full force of my biotic blast hit him harder then my rifle ever could. He flew into a group of crates, denting the metal containers.
Without hesitation, I leapt behind some crates to my left as the rest of the enemy squad opened fire on me. I rolled to the next group of crates, sending a warp at one of the attackers. He fell, screaming as his body was vaporized. I jumped up and fired two throws at two charging attackers. They flew backwards and rolled across the ground. This gave me an opportunity to run and grab my Viper. I picked it up, leveled my aim and fired two quick shots. The two had barely stood before they were dropped by the shots. Finally, I was alone on the landing pad.
"Status report," crackled the radio in my suit.
"Just finished cleaning up. The pad is clear to land now."
"Good. How are you holding up?"
"Just fine," I said as I dusted off my arms.
"Alright, be there soon for data retrieval."
"Just one question; what happened?" I asked, kicking the trooper's helmet. "These men would have barely made it into Cerberus before the war. Why are they here protecting this data, and so few of them?"
"That's what happens when you loose your leader, financial support and a majority of your forces."
"Then why even fight?"
"I don't know. There are always crazy people out there."
"That's true, commander," I said as I turned to walk to my shuttle. "Absolutely true."
New chapter next week. also, the ending I used is the original blue ending, with the fact that the relays weren't destroyed too much and the reapers left, but also gave the technology for relays away. Where did they go, stay tuned to find out.