So I'm doing it! Yep. After reading Chains and Mass Mayhem by the wonderful Universitas (srsly, go read his stuffz), I got interested in this 'Ultimate Drabble Challenge.' Now watch as the fledgling writer struggles with the curse of 100-word limits. It's over on Jedi Council Forums. I have to do five drabbles per theme, with twenty themes. I kind of missed the boat, so I can't really call them twenty weeks.

The bare bones of this Shepard: Lessa Taime Shepard was born on Mindoir, escaped the batarians and all that good stuff, and got her unit killed on Akuze. Yeah. Mind you, I like a bit of diversity in my Shep's, but this is my favorite Shepard. You know, the one I played without specifically going for Renegade points...

Also: no Kasumi or Zaeed. I didn't play with them with Lessa, and I don't plan on going back and doing it all again. Sorry for the Goto and Massani lovers out there, but...problem?

Let it begin!

One: Miranda Lawson – Admirable

1 Doctor

She wasn't born, she was grown. The fact one no one would ever let her bury.

Some days, she pretended she had a mother. She would hug and hug herself, and stroke her own hair, pretending. She would paint pictures of a beautiful woman and show them to her art teacher, who would smile until she mentioned the word 'mother.' Then she would see her father for another lecture on who she was.

He was never her father. He was her creator, but not her father. His interest was clinical, and as she grew up, she cried over it.

2 Companion

The first time she caught him looking, she shrugged it off. The second time, she glared back. The third time, she asked him what his problem was.

He said that she was the Boss's daughter, and if she didn't mind him saying it, she was beautiful. A smile appeared, and she thanked him. She came to see him the next day. They spent more and more time together, disguising their meetings in the rosebushes Niket tended. Miranda found herself drawn to him because he was the only friendship her father hadn't immediately terminated. She worked hard to keep it that way.

3 Time

The day came when her father presented her with a sister. It was so small, but with a shock, Miranda saw herself in the tiny face. She was barely sixteen, but she had already mastered everything but in her path. She was the best at anything, and still, her father had repeated his mistakes.

There was the blessing of time to save this child. She would not be expected to do anything other than eat, sleep, and talk. In that inactivity, Miranda would save her little sister. She would do anything she had to to save Oriana from her father's tyranny.

4 Space

Niket was waiting for her. That was what she had to focus on. Not the backpack over her shoulders, not the tiny sister she had left behind. As she ran for the final barricade, she promised to herself over and over that she would come back for Oriana.

Only when the blue biotic nebula she had trained for engulfed her shape did the snipers on the wall start yelling. Miranda leaped, a massive charge propelling her forward, and everything seemed to slow down as she was weightless. She was falling, and only a blue pulse saved her life as she dashed from the only home she knew.

5 Dimensions

There were many sides to a story. That much she had learned. She had always seen the side of Cerberus her father wanted her to see—humanity's protector, a powerful champion. She had pledged her allegiance before she even knew their history. Miranda had so firmly knew that they would help her, that she hadn't thought of any other option.

They were not just champions. They had killed countless people, and permanently damaged many more. But was a selfish person. She could forgive them, she would forgive them, as she looked down at the toddler in her hands, tugging on Miranda's own hair. It was all worth it.